Let you be a great man, not a scumbag

After saying this, Jiang Cheng extended his hand and gave Wang Zheng, Qin Fen, and Wang Congcong a high five each.

When did you all arrive in Kyoto?

At this point, Wang Zheng feigned jealousy: "And you're one to talk! We tagged you in the group chat, but you didn't reply. Qin Ge and I came over at noon, thinking we'd contact you tonight, but Wang Ge said Shen Lang had a drinking party tonight and invited you, so we came along..."

Wang Congcong chimed in, "I finally finished the ancestral worship ceremony and was thinking of coming over to relax with you, but these two insisted on coming along after they heard the news..."

Qin Fen chimed in, "I'm getting a little tired of having fun in Shanghai lately, and the days are tough. I'm looking forward to your return every day."

As Jiang Cheng gestured for them to go inside, he began to complain, "You're making such a big deal out of it. I remember you guys posting pictures of spicy duck heads from various bars in the group chat every day, and every night you're seen with girls drinking all sorts of alcohol. So what's wrong with your lives?"

Wang Zheng coughed lightly, then turned to Fang Yuan and greeted her first: "Sister-in-law Zhou, hello, it's been a long time! Don't listen to what Brother Cheng is saying, we're just sharing food in the group, nothing weird is going on..."

Qin Fen chimed in immediately, "That's right, we're just girls who really like spicy food...it's purely a food-themed gathering..."

Seeing that they mistook her for Zhou Ying, Fang Yuan immediately looked at Jiang Cheng.

It implies that he is asking what to do.

Fang Yuan usually has a dignified and elegant expression on her face.

But in this moment of panic, a hint of a little girl's flustered expression appeared on her face.

In terms of facial features, she does look very similar to Zhou Ying.

However, if you look at their faces directly, you can still see the differences between them.

However, her current flustered and delicate demeanor is strikingly similar to Zhou Ying's.

After being distracted for several seconds, Jiang Cheng remained expressionless, naturally putting his arm around her shoulder and pulling her closer to him.

"Alright, you lot, stop trying to pretend in front of her. Your true colors are written all over your faces. There's no point in trying to salvage the situation now..."

As I said before, isn't it better to make the best of a bad situation?

Jiang Cheng didn't even bother to explain himself to Shen Lang.

If Fang Yuan's identity were revealed to this group of bastards, they would all have an orgasm.

One sentence each, and tonight's game can be over.

When Jiang Cheng put his arm around her, her shoulder trembled slightly, but she didn't flinch.

Staring at Fang Yuan's reddened ear tips, Jiang Cheng lowered his head and gave her a special introduction.

"You haven't seen them in a long time. This white-haired one is Wang Zheng, this is Qin Fen, Wang Congcong, and you just saw Shen Lang at noon..."

Fang Yuan's face was already bright red; all she could say was that the lights at the bar entrance were both red and green.

Of course, at this moment, her thoughts were similar to Jiang Cheng's.

She was even somewhat grateful that Jiang Cheng hadn't revealed her identity.

After all, as an elder, dressing like this and standing next to Jiang Cheng in this setting would naturally raise eyebrows.

After opening his mouth, he finally managed to squeeze out a barely audible "Hello..."

The sound was so soft it was almost drowned out by the music.

Jiang Cheng felt her body stiffen even more.

The group didn't think much of it, assuming that Fang Yuan was just shy because she hadn't seen them in a long time.

Of course, none of them made any jokes about Fang Yuan.

Although Jiang Cheng's attitude towards them was no different from when they first met.

However, as they come to know Jiang Cheng's true identity, they will voluntarily lower their social leverage.

As Jiang Cheng half-embraced her as they entered the bizarre and dazzling bar, Fang Yuan's heart was still pounding.

The deafening music filled her ears, and the swaying figures and psychedelic lights were right in front of her, but what made her most uneasy were the seemingly carefree young people around her.

They kept calling her "sister-in-law," their smiles excessively warm.

But Fang Yuan is no longer an innocent young girl.

Although she didn't frequent such occasions, she had attended many cocktail parties.

Furthermore, because she married Zhou Ying's father, she often interacted with many wealthy women at gatherings.

She has met all sorts of people and can see through the undercurrents in many situations.

Although everyone was chatting and laughing, Fang Yuan could tell that they were all joking within the bounds of their social norms.

Just like they said, they didn't dare call Jiang Cheng to pick them up at the airport when they arrived in Beijing.

Several people only tagged him in the group chat, and even though Jiang Cheng didn't reply, they were very tactful and didn't send him private messages.

This demonstrates their subservient attitude towards Jiang Cheng when interacting with him.

When the white-haired young man named Wang Zheng spoke to Jiang Cheng, his body would unconsciously lean slightly forward.

That guy named Qin Fen didn't talk much, but every time he responded, it was just right, as if he was trying his best to play the role of a qualified "straight man".

Even Wang Congcong, who seems the most outgoing and keeps saying "you've already said everything," appears to be casual when he's making his comments.

But when he turned to Jiang Cheng, beneath the familiarity in his tone, there was also a hint of something hard to ignore... flattery?

Or rather, it is the "correct" attitude that one instinctively adjusts when facing an absolutely dominant opponent.

Everyone smiled at Jiang Cheng, saying affectionate and even slightly exaggerated words of "missing" him. But Fang Yuan sensed a chilling order in this seemingly lively and harmonious atmosphere.

A strict order with Jiang Cheng at the absolute center, where everyone else automatically revolves around him, adjusting their words, actions, and even emotions.

She had always known that Jiang Cheng's family background was not simple.

For Zhou Ying to follow him was an incredibly high honor. But she had never so directly felt how cruel and realistic the rules of Jiang Cheng's world were.

All notions of personal relationships, face, and family background are rendered meaningless in the face of Jiang Cheng's absolute strength and superior status; they can only be used to cautiously curry favor.

So what about Zhou Ying?

Let's not even talk about how many women will appear around Jiang Cheng.

Given his social circle, can Zhou Ying really stay safe and sound by Jiang Cheng's side?

Thinking of this, she subconsciously moved closer to Jiang Cheng.

This action stemmed partly from her helplessness in the unfamiliar environment, but the other half was a complex attraction to the absolute power possessed by the young man beside her, a feeling she herself hadn't fully grasped.

There was both fear and a strange sense of... brief safety, as if protected by this powerful force.

Noticing her subtle movement, Jiang Cheng tightened his arm around her shoulder slightly and glanced down at her.

"What's wrong? Not used to it?"

Realizing that she had taken the initiative to move closer to Jiang Cheng, Fang Yuan felt her face flush even more.

He shook his head: "No... I'm just a little curious..."

After passing through the deafening dance floor and the crowded throng, the group was led by a personal waiter straight to the deepest part of the bar, the area with the best view and the quietest and most private space.

This place is like an isolated island in a noisy ocean, with its raised platform and semi-enclosed velvet curtains separating the inside from the outside into two worlds.

The booths are ridiculously spacious, with a circular leather sofa that can easily seat more than a dozen people.

Facing the dance floor is a single wall of one-way glass, offering a panoramic view of the revelry outside while keeping the interior completely hidden from view.

Above, there was a changing starry sky ceiling light, the light was soft and ambiguous, and an exquisite fruit plate and ice bucket were already set on the table, even the tissue box had a cold metallic texture.

A faint fragrance filled the air, completely masking the smell of smoke and alcohol from the outside.