Let you be a great man, not a scumbag

Chapter 1790 I didn’t mean it

At this moment, the car window quietly rolled down amidst the couple's intimacy.

The crisp night wind, carrying the faint scent of grass and trees from the courtyard, swept in without hindrance as Sun Jian descended.

Along with it came the dim, yellowish light cast by the classical palace lantern in the courtyard.

It also completely exposed the extremely intimate and ambiguous space inside the car, and the two people tightly intertwined and intimately connected within it, catching everyone off guard...

He was exposed to Shirley's sharp gaze as she suddenly turned around.

After feeling the cold wind, Wang Yuyan even let out a deliberately low, trembling groan.

The highly suggestive voice made the person who had already turned to leave stop abruptly.

As a retired special forces soldier, her hearing and reaction speed far exceed those of ordinary people.

The extremely faint hum of the car window motor, and the indistinct yet penetrating moan of a woman inside the car, exploded like thunder in her highly alert senses.

"Um... ah..."

Although she knew that Jiang Cheng might be busy with something with his female companion inside the car.

But then the car window rolled down, and she thought it was over and Jiang Cheng was about to get out of the car.

Almost reflexively, Shirley turned around abruptly.

The body is slightly turned to the side, presenting a standard posture that is both respectful and ready to respond to any unexpected situation.

However, what she saw was not the open car door or Jiang Cheng's figure as she had expected.

Through the slowly lowering car window, the first thing she saw was Jiang Cheng's bare upper body, with its smooth muscle lines and a honey-like sheen in the dim light inside the car.

Immediately afterwards, her gaze involuntarily drifted downwards.

Jiang Cheng's arm was wrapped around Wang Yuyan's slender waist in an absolutely possessive manner.

His other hand... that hand with distinct knuckles and full of strength, had already reached deep into Wang Yuyan's collar, which was slightly disheveled due to her posture.

The fabric was stretched into an ambiguous curve, and the outline of his fingers could be vaguely seen moving within it.

Wang Yuyan's face was half-buried in Jiang Cheng's neck, with only half of her blushing profile and disheveled long hair showing.

This scene, like a meticulously composed yet unexpectedly exposed intimate oil painting, with its scalding heat and unmistakable erotic atmosphere, crashed straight into Xia Li's eyes.

Time seemed to freeze for a second.

A very subtle crack appeared on Shirley's professional composure.

Her pupils contracted instantly, then quickly and forcibly returned to normal.

Her strong self-control, honed through years of training, prevented her from immediately looking away or showing any sign of losing her composure.

But the fleeting, complex pain—a mixture of shock, understanding, and a subtle, almost imperceptible sting that even she herself might not acknowledge—could not be completely concealed.

He quickly lowered his eyes, his gaze falling on the ground three inches in front of his feet, as if there was something extremely important there that needed to be studied.

My back is straighter than before, and my jawline is taut.

"I'm sorry, Young Master Jiang." Her voice rang out, calm and even, as if what she had just witnessed was nothing out of the ordinary. "I'll leave now."

Upon hearing Xia Li's words, Wang Yuyan let out a short, soft gasp at the opportune moment.

"what!"

After a perfectly timed exclamation, she immediately feigned panic and pretended to reach for the lift button.

However, Jiang Cheng was noticeably faster than Wang Yuyan, and proactively reached out and pressed the window button.

Soon the car window slowly rose again, separating the inside from the outside.

The car interior instantly regained its privacy.

Although she was the one who rolled down the car window.

However, Wang Yuyan's nervousness at this moment was not entirely feigned.

After all, this exposure is real.

She remained stiff, her face burning hot, and her ears were bright red.

Her long eyelashes trembled.

"I...I really didn't mean to...I must have accidentally bumped it with my elbow..."

Looking at the person in his arms, who was so embarrassed that she was about to burst into flames, yet eager to explain herself, Jiang Cheng's displeasure at being interrupted earlier quietly dissipated.

Instead, it evoked a mix of amusement and tenderness.

The male perspective and the female perspective are naturally different.

Although Jiang Cheng possesses psychological perception skills, he might discover Wang Yuyan's hidden thoughts if he investigates further.

But right now his entire attention was focused on the intense pleasure, and besides, the other person was just Shirley.

If Xia Li were replaced by Zhou Ying or Yu Xiaoxiao, he might have thought about it more.

Therefore, Jiang Cheng had no intention of delving into such trivial matters at this moment.

He withdrew his hand from inside her clothes and instead gently wiped her burning cheeks and moist eyes with his fingertips.

"Were you scared?" His voice was gentler than before, with a reassuring tone.

Wang Yuyan nodded, then shook her head.

Finally, she pouted, feeling wronged, then leaned back against Jiang Cheng's face and mumbled, "...So embarrassing...we were seen..."

However, despite saying that, seeing that Jiang Cheng hadn't moved much to appease her, she actually shifted her waist slightly...

Meanwhile, inside a secluded, top-tier private club in Shenzhen, the atmosphere was so intense and noisy it seemed to threaten to burst through the roof.

A huge curved screen occupies the entire wall.

The screen displays pre-market data for US stocks, a barrage of news alerts, and the adrenaline-pumping profit and loss screens for multiple trading accounts.

The air was filled with the strong aroma of top-quality cigars, the sweet scent of expensive perfumes, and a near-manic excitement fueled by the anticipation of huge sums of money.

Xu Zhi sat on the main sofa, holding a glass of amber-colored Louis XIII.

However, the amount of wine in the glass did not decrease for a long time.

He was surrounded by seven or eight people, both men and women, of varying ages, but their clothing, accessories, and even the way they gestured clearly indicated their extraordinary backgrounds and wealth.

These people are the "allies" he has carefully gathered recently under the guise of "sharing core information from Jiang Cheng" and "jointly targeting major market trends."

Behind them lies a complex network of resources and an astonishing amount of highly leveraged funds gathered here at this moment.

"Everyone! Quiet down!" A young man in a flashy purple shirt, with excited eyes, stood up, raised his glass, and shouted.

"Forty-five minutes until Facebook's so-called 'metaverse' launch event! It's also the moment when our Young Master Xu and our 'harvesting army' will unleash their power! I propose a toast in advance to the upcoming feast of wealth!"

"cheers!"

"Follow Young Master Xu and eat meat to your heart's content!"

"This is a steal! Hot models and a yacht, we have to get them!"

The private room was immediately filled with laughter, clinking glasses, and excited chatter mixed with profanities.

The crowd's faces beamed with anticipation for the impending "massacre," as if the enormous wealth was already within their grasp.

After the group took a sip, a woman with exquisite makeup and shrewd eyes leaned against Xu Zhi.

She said in a sweet voice, "Brother Xu, I've brought all my savings this time, and I've even convinced two of my uncles to invest as well... After tonight, you'll be the 'little stock market god' in our circle, able to turn lead into gold. Don't forget to help your little sister out then!"

Another middle-aged man, who appeared more composed but whose eyes also gleamed with greed, leaned closer and whispered, "Young Master Xu, the information you revealed has been privately verified by someone on Wall Street. The winds are indeed blowing subtly. If this succeeds, not only will everyone make a fortune, but your reputation in the industry... will be completely different."