Let you be a great man, not a scumbag

Chapter 1787 My hands are sore from holding it so much...

The image of Jiang Cheng running to find her flashed through Wang Yuyan's mind instantly.

Their eyes met, and Wang Yuyan's originally aloof expression melted like spring snow, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up.

Her eyes instantly welled up with tears, as if stars had fallen into them.

The joy and sweetness emanating from within was completely different from the indifference he had shown when faced with a stranger who struck up a conversation.

If it weren't for the fact that there seemed to be quite a few people watching, she would have already rushed up and kissed Jiang Cheng.

Unfortunately, she was by nature a rather reserved person.

Although she was a little embarrassed to jump directly into his arms, the feeling of closeness was already evident.

After blinking, Wang Yuyan took a breath.

Then, her voice, soft and playful in a way only they could understand, said, "Yes, I want it! I couldn't ask for more right now. This is just too heavy; my arms are getting sore from pulling it..."

This stark contrast in attitude left the man in the suit who hadn't completely backed away speechless.

Immediately, a surge of anger arose from feeling slighted and treated differently.

He glanced at Wang Yuyan's smile that had instantly blossomed for Jiang Cheng, then looked at his own embarrassment at being coldly rejected.

Why does he refuse when he asks, but accept when Jiang Cheng asks?

Why?

Seeing that his attempt to strike up a conversation had failed, the businessman pursed his lips and tried to back away.

He had already sized up Jiang Cheng when Jiang Cheng came over.

She was dressed casually, with no logo visible, but the fit was great, and she was wearing Gucci sneakers.

At the time, he positioned Jiang Cheng as a rich second-generation.

In his view, the charm of a professional elite like himself is definitely more attractive to women than that of a rich second-generation who only knows how to eat, drink, and have fun.

At this moment, he felt that Wang Yuyan was a bit blind.

Just as he turned to leave, he saw Jiang Cheng's gaze return to Wang Yuyan's face.

A more pronounced, roguish, and ambiguous smile curved his lips as he spoke to Wang Yuyan in a volume loud enough for the people around them to hear.

Hearing this, Jiang Cheng reached out and took Wang Yuyan's suitcase: "Your arm is already sore after just a short while? Beautiful lady, you're not very strong..."

Hearing this, Wang Yuyan gave Jiang Cheng a charmingly reproachful look, her eyes sparkling: "I haven't pooped in so long. I'm a little rusty..."

"Oh, is that so..." Jiang Cheng drawled, his gaze lingering playfully on Wang Yuyan's face, "If I help you with your luggage, then you'll have to come home with me tonight..."

These words are both direct and ambiguous, full of unspoken possessiveness and intimacy.

The man in the suit stared wide-eyed at this.

As one of Jiang Cheng's long-time cosplay companions, Wang Yuyan is well aware of Jiang Cheng's love for all kinds of skins.

So she'd better give this new look, where she reunites with a stranger, a good performance.

Wang Yuyan let out a soft "Ah," and a hint of panic and confusion appeared on her face.

She took a small step back. "This... sir, we've only just met, isn't this a bit too fast..."

Upon hearing Wang Yuyan's response, the businessman suddenly became more enthusiastic.

"Holy crap! You look so handsome, how come you're so...so rude? Is that how you talk to a girl?"

Seeing that the atmosphere between the two had been interrupted, Jiang Cheng slowly glanced at him.

Jiang Cheng couldn't be bothered to waste words on a fly like that.

After all, if she were a normal person, she should have walked away gracefully the moment Wang Yuyan rejected her, instead of staying here asking why.

The nonchalant look in his eyes, along with a certain condescension, made the man in the suit very uncomfortable.

Jiang Cheng's glance was brief and seemingly devoid of emotion, yet it felt like a bucket of ice water had been suddenly poured over him.

Jiang Cheng's gaze was not aggressive at all, nor was it fierce or angry; on the contrary, it was a kind of indifferent calm.

But beneath that calm surface lies a heavy, invisible pressure stemming from a long-standing position of power.

This utter disregard was more oppressive than direct contempt. The man in the suit felt a tightness in his throat, and the provocative words that were about to come out of his mouth were abruptly stuck in his throat.

Why is that gaze so intimidating?

He had never felt so much pressure when facing his own boss.

He even subconsciously took a small step back, as if that gaze carried a tangible weight, making it hard for him to breathe.

The man in the suit's Adam's apple bobbed, and he instinctively wanted to back away, feeling inexplicably uneasy.

But just then, he noticed Wang Yuyan slightly frowning.

That subtle change in expression was like a lifeline, causing him to immediately misunderstand—she had frowned.

He stood up for Wang Yuyan; this beautiful woman should be moved, right?

She must have been displeased by the frivolous teasing.

Thinking this way, the fear that had been suppressed by Jiang Cheng's gaze was instantly overwhelmed by an impulse to "save the damsel in distress."

Once his simp instincts kicked in, he took a deep breath, forced himself to take half a step forward, and raised his voice towards Jiang Cheng:

"Hey, aren't you going too far with your words? Can't you see the girl is unhappy?"

He had barely finished speaking when he saw Wang Yuyan raise her face.

She did frown slightly, but the dissatisfaction in her gaze seemed to be directed at herself.

Wang Yuyan frowned at the businessman, then looked at Jiang Cheng.

Upon seeing this, the anger in his eyes instantly transformed into a soft, almost ingratiating glow.

She gently tugged at Jiang Cheng's sleeve, her voice soft and sweet, carrying a clear hint of coaxing:

"Don't be angry..."

She paused, her eyelashes fluttering, her cheeks flushed, and then she said something that struck the man in the suit like a thunderbolt:

"...Since you've already helped me with my suitcase, I'll go home with you then."

After saying that, she even took a step forward, reached out and gently wrapped her arms around Jiang Cheng's waist, pressing her cheek against his chest.

Jiang Cheng chuckled softly, then stretched out his arm and naturally pulled Wang Yuyan closer.

Wang Yuyan leaned towards him, her previous aloofness vanished, replaced by a soft, sweet blush on her face.

"Let's go, I'm getting a little hungry..."

As soon as he said that, the two young men who had been listening intently to the commotion couldn't help but exclaim "Holy shit!" in unison.

He blurted out, "No way?! What's going on?! Didn't you just say you were talking too fast?!"

His companion stared wide-eyed: "What did this guy do? He got her hooked in just two sentences?! Is this some new kind of pickup line?"

After he finished speaking, he quickly took out his phone and typed what Jiang Cheng had just said into his notes.

The man in the suit was completely petrified, his mouth agape, unable to utter a single word.

Amidst mocking glances, he mechanically turned around and staggered away in the opposite direction...

After leaving the airport, Wang Sheng immediately took the suitcase from Jiang Cheng.

Wang Yuyan glanced at the Hongqi car parked at the entrance.

Having spent the past few months abroad seeing all sorts of foreign cars, I now feel a strange sense of familiarity when I see domestically produced cars.

Having known Jiang Cheng for so long, I've always seen him drive all sorts of luxury cars.

Although she knew that some Hongqi cars were not cheap, she was still somewhat surprised that Jiang Cheng was driving a domestic car today.