196: Chapter 196 Hello Mr. Jiang, I am Jin Meiting

In the afternoon cafe, sunlight spilled diagonally through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and light music drifted through the air.

In a booth by the window sat two women with exceptionally striking features and figures.

Sitting in the primary seat was Jin Meiting, dressed in a sharply tailored black suit skirt.

The crisp fabric perfectly hugged her curvaceous figure; her slender waist was barely a handful, and the hem of her skirt fell just to the middle of her thighs. Below were a pair of straight legs clad in matte black stockings, ending in stiletto heels that made her ankle lines look incredibly exquisite.

She sat upright with her back perfectly straight, her face devoid of any extra expression. Her eyes were cool, her lips pressed into a flat line, and her entire being radiated a sense of cold detachment that warned others not to approach.

Yet, this extremely cold demeanor, paired with her hot and eye-catching figure, created a maximum sense of contrast that made one's heart itch.

Li Shuya, sitting next to her, had a completely different style.

Her milky-white lace puff skirt made her skin look as white and soft as a freshly peeled hard-boiled egg.

With round almond eyes, a petite nose, and naturally peach-colored lips, she had two shallow dimples when she smiled—a standard sweet look.

Especially when she sat, the soft curves of her chest made her dress slightly tight. With her thin waist and long legs, she exuded a delicate, sweet, and soft aura that made one want to pinch her cheeks.

Seeing Jin Meiting's expressionless face, Li Shuya leaned in and whispered.

"Sister Meiting, when he arrives, if you don't want to talk, we'll just leave."

"I don't believe he could actually stop us."

Jin Meiting shook her head slightly, her voice cool and without much fluctuation.

"Since we're here, let's meet."

"I want to see exactly what kind of background this young man has to make my grandfather praise him so much."

Just then.

The glass door of the cafe was pushed open.

The wind chime on the door gave a crisp ring.

Jin Meiting instinctively looked up.

Her gaze fell directly on Jiang Feng, who had just entered.

Her first impression: young.

Too young.

A simple white shirt and black trousers, without any extra decoration, yet he wore them with a flair that others couldn't replicate.

His temperament was clean and refreshing, yet it carried a steady sense of composure.

There wasn't a hint of the typical impetuousness seen in rich heirs, nor the ill-concealed nervousness and fawning usually seen when young men met her.

His gaze was very level.

Composed and calm.

It was as if he were used to big occasions and wasn't the least bit stage-frightened.

He didn't look like a nineteen-year-old student at all.

Instead, he looked like a veteran of the business world who had weathered decades of storms.

Jin Meiting was slightly surprised.

She had seen no shortage of young rich heirs.

There were a few who were capable and shrewd.

But this was the first time she had seen someone as young as Jiang Feng with such a steady and powerful aura.

She had originally thought that the person her grandfather introduced was just some kid with a bit of money who wanted to play at opening a milk tea shop.

But now, with just one look at Jiang Feng, her original thoughts wavered slightly.

This young man was quite interesting.

Jiang Feng had already walked over to the booth and stopped.

His gaze landed on Jin Meiting, but he withdrew it after just one glance; he was polite and showed a perfect sense of boundaries, without any offensive scrutiny.

Jin Meiting stood up, her face still expressionless, her tone carrying its usual coolness.

"Hello, Mr. Jiang. I am Jin Meiting."

She extended her hand.

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