Qiao Jingjing looked at Chen Cheng at the door, pursed her lips, and said softly, "You're on the trending topics again."

Chen Cheng smiled, "I already know. The PR team is handling it. It's nothing big."

#The Youngest Billion-Dollar Fund Manager

This topic has been hovering in the top ten across all major platforms.

Qiao Jingjing had just been scrolling through Weibo while waiting for Chen Cheng to arrive, and she saw it.

Knowing Chen Cheng didn't like being in the spotlight, she looked at him with some concern, afraid he might be in a bad mood.

Hearing Chen Cheng's indifferent reply, Qiao Jingjing paused, "Alright then."

Chen Cheng looked at her face, and it took a while for Qiao Jingjing to react, stepping aside, "Oh, please come in."

A smile appeared on the corner of Chen Cheng's mouth. Why is this big star acting so silly today?

Looking at the slippers prepared for him, the corners of Chen Cheng's mouth lifted again.

Enjoying service from a beautiful woman really makes one's vanity skyrocket.

Chen Cheng changed his shoes and entered the house, while Qiao Jingjing went to the kitchen.

"Would you like something to drink?"

"...Tea, I suppose."

Qiao Jingjing pursed her lips, trying to remember where the tea leaves were for a long time, eventually having to quietly send a message to her assistant to find them.

Qiao Jingjing bustled about for a while before finally bringing the tea tray over to the coffee table and placing it in front of Chen Cheng.

Chen Cheng picked up the teacup and smiled, "Thank you."

Qiao Jingjing sat down not far from him, "What are we practicing today?"

Chen Cheng met Qiao Jingjing's large, sparkling eyes, "Today we're doing 1v1, practicing some of the stronger mid-lane heroes in this version."

He took out his phone and entered the game. They hadn't played two games before Qiao Jingjing's assistant, Little Zhu, arrived to deliver food.

In the afternoon, Chen Cheng crushed Qiao Jingjing for the entire time, and she was almost in tears.

"Ding-dong~ Ding-dong~"

"I'll go open the door~ It must be Little Zhu." Upon hearing the doorbell, Qiao Jingjing felt as if she had been granted a reprieve.

Chen Cheng looked at Qiao Jingjing running toward the entryway and smiled wryly.

"Jingjing, I've brought you dinner." As soon as the door opened, Little Zhu beamed and lifted the lunchboxes in their hands to show them.

"Did everything go smoothly today?"

Qiao Jingjing's face immediately fell, and she pursed her lips, "Don't ask me such difficult questions, okay?"

She reached out to take the lunchboxes and asked casually, "Is there any meat? I want to eat meat."

"There's plain boiled chicken breast."

Qiao Jingjing paused and looked at Little Zhu, "I want to eat braised meat."

Little Zhu shook their head, "I didn't prepare any for you. It's only for Mr. Chen."

A faint smile played on his lips as he comforted Qiao Jingjing, "We don't eat meat late at night, be a good girl."

Qiao Jingjing took a deep breath.

I'm not angry, I'm not angry.

Little Zhu looked into the room, "I won't go in for now. I'll come back to clean up after Mr. Chen leaves."

"Study hard, be good."

Qiao Jingjing pouted, "Hmm~"

She turned and walked back into the room, looking dejected.

She placed the lunchboxes on the dining table and opened them one by one.

Chen Cheng glanced at the news on Weibo, the corners of his mouth curling up.

#Zhilin Group owes migrant workers' wages

#Zhilin Group migrant worker jumps off a building

Chen Cheng was satisfied. After so many years and so much money spent, it was finally showing results.

The budget Chen Cheng spent on his intelligence network annually reached as high as 5 million dollars.

And it had a trend of increasing year by year.

If they couldn't even handle a small matter like this, then Karen might as well resign and stop working.

Chen Cheng put away his phone, stood up, and walked over to the dining room to sit down.

Seeing that he had fish and chicken on his side, while Qiao Jingjing had two boxes of vegetable salad in front of her, he paused.

Chen Cheng pushed the lunchboxes to the middle of the table, "Do you want to eat some too?"

"Oh, no need, you eat," Qiao Jingjing said, glancing at the chicken leg in the lunchbox and swallowing her saliva.

She muttered softly, "I've gained a bit more weight these past few days."

Seeing her swallowing, Chen Cheng couldn't help but laugh.

He picked up the chicken leg and placed it in her salad box, "Eat."

Qiao Jingjing looked at the chicken leg and smacked her lips. She really wanted to eat it, but she immediately remembered the weight on the scale last night, and she shook her head like a rattle-drum.

Chen Cheng put down his chopsticks, looked at her, and said seriously, "Do you remember the massage I gave you?"

Qiao Jingjing nodded, "I remember." Thinking of the massage from the day before yesterday, a blush couldn't help but creep onto Qiao Jingjing's face again.

"My ancestral technique can help with body shaping. Don't worry, just eat. If you really gain weight, I'll just give you a massage and it'll be fine."

"Really??" Qiao Jingjing's eyes widened immediately.

A light smile appeared on Chen Cheng's lips, "Do I get paid to lie to you?"

Qiao Jingjing blinked. Eating a little should be fine, right?

At worst, she could just do yoga tomorrow morning.

Qiao Jingjing started frantically convincing herself; she never even considered that what Chen Cheng said might be true.

"Alright then, if I gain weight, I'm coming after you," Qiao Jingjing said, lifting her chin haughtily.

The corners of Chen Cheng's mouth twitched. She wants to eat but still has to find excuses for herself.

A female star's body management is indeed quite exhausting.

Chen Cheng smiled, "Alright~ If you gain another pound, buddy will take full responsibility for you."

Chen Cheng thought Qiao Jingjing's current figure was perfect. There was no need to be so harsh on herself.

However, Qiao Jingjing blushed.

What does "take full responsibility" mean?

Stealing a glance at Chen Cheng, who was picking up food, Qiao Jingjing let out a breath, calming her surging emotions.

Qiao Jingjing gave herself another pep talk before picking up a piece of chicken and putting it into her mouth.

The moment her taste buds felt the stimulation, her eyes lit up.

Chen Cheng raised an eyebrow and smiled. Look at how hungry the kid is.

Just looking at her, it's clear she rarely eats meat; salads, oatmeal, and brown rice are the main staples.

At nine in the evening, Chen Cheng left Qiao Jingjing's home.

Qiao Jingjing leaned against the door and called out happily to Chen Cheng at the elevator, "Goodbye, Teacher Chen, thank you for your hard work."

Chen Cheng turned back to look at her and shook his head wryly.

This girl has a sense of relief like school is out.

...

The next day, after Chen Cheng finished his morning exercise with Zou Yu, he continued to come over to teach Qiao Jingjing how to play the game.

Chen Cheng was watching the news on the market while supervising Qiao Jingjing playing the game.

The phone on the coffee table vibrated, and Qiao Jingjing immediately looked at the caller ID with vigilance.

Chen Cheng picked up the phone and answered the call.

"Boss, we've found Lin Qizheng's fiancée, Jiang Xinyao. She's in Shanghai, and she has an appointment at the international golf course tomorrow at 2 PM."

"Jiang Xinyao has been studying golf since childhood and is a semi-professional player."

"Alright, I understand."

Chen Cheng acknowledged and hung up the phone.

He then called Li Na and asked her to arrange a synchronized itinerary.

Chen Cheng put down his phone, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly.

"Do you have plans tomorrow?" Qiao Jingjing asked, pretending to be nonchalant.

Now that Chen Cheng had many girlfriends, he didn't even blush, nodding slightly, "Yeah, I have a business event in the afternoon to meet an heir to a family business."

Qiao Jingjing blurted out, "Is it a man or ... woman?"

Chen Cheng's mouth curled up slightly. buddy has almost hooked Qiao Jingjing like a fish these past few days.

"A woman, and quite pretty too."

As he spoke, Chen Cheng handed the information on Jiang Xinyao sent by Karen to Qiao Jingjing.

When Qiao Jingjing saw the photo, her hand froze.