25: Chapter 25 The Girl's Assistance

Zhao Zhiming, however, wouldn't let it go. He deliberately raised his voice: "Oh my, young people really are clueless. With the current internet winter, jobs are so hard to find. For someone like you with no experience and no skills, you'd be lucky to even get a monthly salary of four or five thousand."

The sultry woman beside him giggled, though her eyes kept darting toward Jiang Jing.

Jiang Jing sneered, not bothering to respond. His boss at the company was decent, but this incompetent fool, who had climbed his way up through connections, couldn't do anything besides bootlicking, yet always loved to throw his weight around in front of truly capable employees.

"Beautiful lady, you really should be careful," Zhao Zhiming said, turning to Xinxin with feigned concern. "Some people will pretend to be anything just to pick up girls. They rent a luxury car, buy some knockoffs, and think they're a rich second generation."

"Really?" Xinxin asked, her eyes wide, looking completely naive and worldly-innocent.

"Really! Do you know that Jiang Jing is just a low-level employee at our company? With a salary of five thousand a month, where would he get the money to buy the luxury goods he's wearing?"

"Based on my observation, the clothes he's wearing must add up to nearly 100,000, and that watch on his wrist clearly isn't cheap—probably worth hundreds of thousands. How could a lowly wage slave like him afford that?"

At this moment, Zhao Zhiming acted as if he were possessed by Conan, analyzing things for Xinxin with great conviction.

"There is only one truth—everything he's wearing is a fake! His goal is to deceive an ignorant girl like you!"

The more Zhao Zhiming spoke, the more excited he became, waving his right hand incessantly, clearly getting carried away.

His anxious expression made it clear that he didn't want Xinxin to be led astray by this detestable fraud, Jiang Jing.

The people around them began to whisper after hearing Zhao Zhiming's words—

[Oh my god, I didn't expect that young man to be that kind of person!]

[It really is true that you can know a person's face but not their heart! The more handsome a guy is, the better he is at lying.]

[You have to be careful when you're out and about, don't get scammed. There aren't that many tall, rich, and handsome guys out there!]

Xinxin blinked her big eyes and asked curiously: "Uncle, is what you're saying true?"

"Uncle?" Zhao Zhiming's expression stiffened. He was only thirty-five this year and hated it most when people called him old.

"It's true!" Zhao Zhiming said, gritting his teeth.

"Brother Jiang Jing isn't pretending at all." Xinxin started counting on her fingers. "Today, Brother Jiang bought me three Hermès bags, a Cartier necklace, plus some Chanel clothes, an LV trunk... it all adds up to over two million."

Other customers in the restaurant pricked up their ears to listen, and after hearing this, the wind began to change direction again.

[Really? If that's the case, he's probably genuinely wealthy.]

[I knew it, this guy is so handsome, how could he be a scammer?]

[Get lost, you were the one who just said the more handsome they are, the better they are at scamming!]

[...]

Zhao Zhiming's face turned red and then white: "Little girl, you're too young. You don't know how sophisticated the tactics of scammers are these days..."

"Oh, right!" Xinxin suddenly remembered something, took out her phone, and opened Douyin. "Brother even tipped me hundreds of carnivals in my Livestream room!"

Zhao Zhiming was like a rooster with its neck pinched, unable to say a word for a long time.

His monthly salary plus bonus was only about fifty thousand; bragging earlier about having an annual salary of a million was already gilding the lily.

And yet, the "poor loser" in front of him could casually throw out a tip worth his entire year's salary?

"Th-this..." Beads of sweat broke out on Zhao Zhiming's forehead, and he felt like everyone in the restaurant was laughing at him.

"Is there anything else, Supervisor Zhao?" Jiang Jing sliced the foie gras on his plate slowly and deliberately. "If not, please don't disturb my girlfriend and me while we're dining."

The word "girlfriend" made Xinxin's eyes light up. She immediately clung affectionately to Jiang Jing's arm: "Brother, this uncle is so weird; he keeps saying you're a scammer."

The sultry woman beside Zhao Zhiming was now completely captivated by Jiang Jing. She shook off Zhao Zhiming's arm and said coquettishly: "Little brother, what do you do? Can we add each other on WeChat?"

"Lili!" Zhao Zhiming was so angry his face turned blue.

"Get lost." Jiang Jing didn't even look up, just coldly spat out the word.

Unable to endure this humiliation any longer, Zhao Zhiming dragged his female companion away in a sorry state.

A few steps away, one could still hear the woman complaining: "He's younger and richer than you, why were you putting on airs like a big shot..."

A few chuckles rang out in the restaurant, and the waiter arrived right on cue to serve the main course, as if the farce that had just occurred had never happened.

"Brother, was that person your former supervisor? He's so annoying." Xinxin pouted, forked a piece of steak, and brought it to Jiang Jing's mouth. "Ah—"

Jiang Jing opened his mouth to take it, and took the opportunity to hold her slender wrist: "Just a clown. Let's not talk about him anymore. Try this; it's said to be Kobe beef."

Xinxin looked incredibly harmless, but to think she was also a little black-bellied; with just a few words, she had left the clown surnamed Zhao speechless, causing him to slink away in disgrace.

After leaving the Cloud Top Restaurant, Jiang Jing didn't take Xinxin straight back to the manor; instead, he decided to take her to visit a few famous attractions in Rong City first. The ferrari sf90 wove through the city streets, drawing envious glances from countless passersby.

"Brother Jiang, where are we going?" Xinxin leaned against the car window, her long black hair blown about by the wind, casting a golden halo in the sunlight.

"Taking you to see something fun." Jiang Jing smiled mysteriously and stepped on the gas, the engine letting out a roar like a wild beast.

The first stop was a landmark of Rong City—the Eye of the Sky Ferris wheel, where every transparent cabin looked like a crystal ball hanging in the sky.

"Wow! I've always wanted to ride this!" Xinxin clapped her hands in excitement.

Five minutes later, their private cabin slowly ascended. Xinxin pressed against the glass like a child, watching the entire city gradually shrink beneath their feet.

"It's so beautiful..." she sighed softly, her eyes sparkling.

Jiang Jing hugged her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder.

Xinxin turned around, and their faces were inches apart. The cabin swayed slightly, and she lost her balance, falling into Jiang Jing's arms. As their eyes met, the air seemed to solidify.

Jiang Jing slowly lowered his head and kissed her soft, pink lips. Xinxin froze at first, then responded awkwardly, her small hands clutching his lapels tightly.

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As expected, Jiang Jing received another gift box, though he didn't open it right then.

When the Ferris wheel reached its highest point, the panoramic view of Rong City was in full view, and the setting sun dyed the entire city golden. The two in the cabin had long forgotten to look at the scenery, lost in a sweet kiss.

After leaving the Ferris wheel, Jiang Jing took Xinxin to Rong City's most novel "Light and Shadow Secret Realm" exhibition. This was an art space created using holographic projection and interactive technology, with each room featuring a different dreamlike scene.

In the "Starlight Walk" room, countless points of light formed a galaxy surrounding them; in the "Flower Sea Maze," flowers bloomed wherever they stepped; the most breathtaking was the "Mirror of Water," where the entire room reflected like a water surface, and walking through it felt like walking on ripples.

"Brother, take a picture of me!" Xinxin spun around in the "Flower Sea," her skirt fluttering, her smile as beautiful as a flower.

Jiang Jing held up his phone and captured this beautiful moment.

"What are you smiling at?" Xinxin hopped over to look at the photo.