Chen Cheng had already recognized the newcomer.

This woman, dressed like a rural housewife, was Fang Sijin's mother, Pan Guiyu.

Oh, wait, she didn't deserve that title.

This woman was the kind of person who could debut in a group with the mothers of Fan Shengmei and Su Mingyu.

And in that group, Pan Guiyu would definitely hold the absolute center position.

On the day she gave birth to Fang Sijin, as soon as she regained consciousness and realized it was another girl, she wanted to throw her into a well.

If Fang Sijin's grandfather hadn't seen it, Fang Sijin would have died the day she was born.

Pan Guiyu was a master at throwing tantrums, acting completely shameless like a dead pig that didn't fear boiling water. She craned her neck and shouted, "I'm going to be loud! What are you going to do about it?"

"Hmph, you borrowed money and didn't pay it back. I'm going to let everyone know!"

Fang Sijin felt her dignity being trampled into a manure pit word by word; she was utterly humiliated.

"Let's talk somewhere else."

Pan Guiyu slapped Fang Sijin's hand away. "Aiya, don't pull me. I'm not going anywhere."

"Give me a million, and I'll leave immediately."

Chen Cheng was beyond speechless; it was peak speechlessness.

Some people truly didn't deserve to be parents. They were worse than beasts.

Chen Cheng turned to look at Zhu Shanshan. "Shanshan, take me to see the house first."

Xu Wenchang thought the deal was going to fall through today but reacted immediately, smiling. "Shanshan, take Mr. Chen to see the unit at Su River first."

"Ah? Me? Can I..."

Zhu Shanshan was a bit nervous; this was her first time taking someone to see a house.

Before she could finish, Xu Wenchang glared her into silence.

"Oh, alright then."

Chen Cheng's lips twitched; this silly girl was really something else.

Xu Wenchang gave Chen Cheng an embarrassed smile, then turned to Lou Shanguan, Old Slicker, and the others. "The rest of you, stop watching. Go to the next few locations ahead of time and smooth things over with the property management."

"Hurry up and go."

Everyone glanced at Chen Cheng and immediately got busy with their tasks.

Seeing that Xu Wenchang intended to stay behind, Chen Cheng thought a bit more highly of him.

Because he was worried about Fang Sijin, he dared to hand over such a large deal to his subordinates.

Chen Cheng's lips curled into a smile as he strode out of the store.

Zhu Shanshan grabbed the documents and followed him, her high heels clicking as she ran.

As Chen Cheng passed by Fang Sijin, she finally remembered there was an important client in the room.

Right now, her mind was turned to mush by Pan Guiyu; she was completely dazed.

Seeing Chen Cheng's back, Fang Sijin realized her God of Wealth was leaving. She hurriedly dragged Pan Guiyu away from the crowd's gaze.

"What exactly do you want?"

"Once the money hits my account, I'm gone." Pan Guiyu still had that stubborn, shameless expression.

Fang Sijin's face was full of bitterness. "I told you, I don't have a million!"

"Then how much do you have?"

"Why do you care how much I have? What does my money have to do with you?"

"If you don't have a million, you must have five hundred thousand."

Fang Sijin felt her head throbbing. "The money I've earned over the years, haven't I already given it all to you?"

"Who are you trying to fool? I know you can make a hundred or two hundred thousand just by selling one house."

Fang Sijin sucked in a breath of cold air. If money were that easy to earn, with her mother's blood-sucking skills, she would have been a billionaire long ago.

"I'll call my manager over and have him show you my performance records. See for yourself exactly how much I earn."

Pan Guiyu looked like she wouldn't stop until she got the money. "I won't ask. Your manager will obviously side with you."

"He definitely won't tell me the truth."

Fang Sijin was so angry she couldn't speak.

Pan Guiyu continued, "Am I affecting your business by being here?"

"How about this: if I don't get the money, I'll come every single day starting tomorrow."

Fang Sijin looked at her biological mother in disbelief; she was being driven into a corner.

Pan Guiyu pointed at Fang Sijin's nose. "Do you believe me?"

Fang Sijin was in utter despair.

"I only have two hundred thousand."

Hearing this, Pan Guiyu smiled triumphantly.

"Two hundred thousand it is then. You'll owe me the rest for now."

"Write me an IOU first. You must pay it all back by the end of the year."

Fang Sijin's eyes widened. She had never seen anyone so brazenly shameless.

Not getting the full amount, she actually wanted an IOU.

Was this something a human would say?

"If you don't give it, it won't be this easy next time."

Pan Guiyu took out her phone. "Come on, transfer the money to me right now."

Fang Sijin took a breath, tears welling up in her eyes.

On Chen Cheng's side, he had already gotten into character.

Zhu Shanshan stared wide-eyed at the car's interior for a while.

"Mr. Chen, your car is really beautiful."

Chen Cheng smiled. Looking at her beautiful legs, he had no intention of looking up. "Oh, really?"

Zhu Shanshan nodded cutely. "Mhm, it's really nice. The color is very clean."

Chen Cheng looked up and met Zhu Shanshan's eyes. "I think you're more beautiful."

"Ah?"

Zhu Shanshan froze, her face instantly flushing red. Her heart fluttered like a trapped bird, yet she felt a bit insecure. "Am I really beautiful?"

Scum nodded firmly. "Really."

"Otherwise, why do you think I want to buy a house?"

Zhu Shanshan's eyes widened. Ah? Is he buying a house because of me?

Seeing Zhu Shanshan's favorability at 75, Chen Cheng's lips curled as he continued, "Since we last parted, I've been waiting for your call."

"I just wanted to see you again as soon as possible."

"Originally, I could still restrain myself, but now that I'm alone with you, I want to hold you and pour out my longing."

Scum took the opportunity to grab Zhu Shanshan's hand. "Shanshan, can I give you a hug?"

Meeting Chen Cheng's captivating gaze, Zhu Shanshan felt as if the world had gone silent; her heart was pounding incessantly.

Chen Cheng seemed to be glowing with a holy light, and the pullman beneath them was like a seven-colored auspicious cloud. Her Prince Charming had truly come to find her on a seven-colored cloud.

Zhu Shanshan's cheeks flushed red as she nodded gently.

Scum's lips curled. He leaned over and tenderly gathered her into his arms.

He sniffed gently and whispered in her ear, "Shanshan, you smell so good. Just like the most fragrant flowers in spring, it's mesmerizing."

Zhu Shanshan shyly snuggled into Chen Cheng's embrace. Scum slightly tightened his arms, feeling her warmth as his heartbeat quickened.

At this moment, the air around them seemed to thicken. Scum slowly lifted her chin, their gazes meeting. Zhu Shanshan was completely immersed in the fairy tale woven by Scum's lies and didn't shy away.

Scum slowly leaned in and gently pressed his lips against hers.

Scum kissed her carefully, for fear of waking the little white rabbit in his arms.

Zhu Shanshan was a bit nervous at first, but then she slowly adapted to the feeling and began to respond.

After a long while, their lips parted.

Chen Cheng gazed into Zhu Shanshan's eyes from a close distance, his expression incredibly tender. "Shanshan, you're so beautiful. I'm so lucky to have met you."

At this moment, Zhu Shanshan felt like she was the most beautiful woman in the world.

Seeing her not speaking, Scum lowered his head and kissed her again.

...

"Boss, we've arrived."

Hearing the voice from the car's audio system, Zhu Shanshan hurriedly pushed Chen Cheng away.

Then, with a red face, she buttoned up her blouse and tidied her hair.

It was only because it was a pullman, with a sealed partition between the front and back seats, that Chen Cheng could be so brazen.

Chen Cheng looked at Zhu Shanshan's bashful appearance and smiled.

He discovered that the system still had some ingenious uses. When the other party's favorability was over 75, in a closed and ambiguous environment, a direct kiss most likely wouldn't result in a slap.

— Postscript

[yanzus, should we start a fan group?]