Chapter 1 The Rose Called Kawasaki

Nan Jin's gaze never left the man in front of her all evening. It wasn't until the party ended that she seemed to wake from her dream. Everyone had been drinking, so each family had sent a driver to pick them up.

Yuan Yuan, Shi Jia, and Xi Zhen all said their goodbyes knowingly and left in a hurry.

Actually, Xi Zhen wasn't very perceptive, but she couldn't stand the murderous looks from Yuan Yuan and Shi Jia.

"Mr. Jiang," Nan Jin, the only one left, didn't seem to be in a hurry to leave. A driver wearing white gloves stood beside her, his hands at his sides. "It's late. Please... please let the driver take you home."

"Alright," Jiang Cheng didn't refuse. "But please wait a moment. I need to go back and say hello to a few acquaintances."

"We'll wait for you."

After nodding, Jiang Cheng left without hesitation.

Nan Jin didn't look away until his figure disappeared around the corner inside the bar. The driver standing beside her hid it well, but his eyes still betrayed his confusion.

It was almost three in the morning, and only a few scattered tables of customers remained in the bar. Jiang Cheng walked alone past a few waiters clearing the bar, and pushed open an inconspicuous door around the corner.

The room was filled with smoke. A balding man was slumped in an office chair, squinting with a cigarette in his mouth. The bronze ashtray in front of him was already full of cigarette butts.

Several empty Red Bull cans were casually tossed on the desk, along with a roll of rough-textured tissues.

It was clear that the man didn't care much about his appearance. Although he was wearing a shirt, it was sloppy and one of the buttons was fastened incorrectly.

"Brother Jiang," the man's demeanor changed the moment he saw Jiang Cheng enter. He twisted his neck and sat up straight, trying to look more presentable.

"Mm." Jiang Cheng entered and found a place to sit down as if he were used to it.

The slovenly man didn't stand on ceremony and made a direct phone call. A few minutes later, there was a knock at the door.

"Come in," the man said loudly.

A waiter-like person walked in respectfully. "President Gong, Brother Jiang's tab has been checked. The paper flowers total 2900, and the commission on the drinks..."

He stopped suddenly, then looked at Jiang Cheng sitting to the side with a questioning gaze, as if waiting for something.

"Brother Jiang," the slovenly man called President Gong said with a smile, "how about we go with the previously agreed upon split? Is that alright?"

"As usual. I'm in a hurry."

"As usual, as usual," the slovenly man was so happy to hear Jiang Cheng speak that his eyes narrowed. He nodded repeatedly and then instructed the waiter to prepare immediately.

He knew the man's habits. He didn't like things like bank cards; he only wanted cash.

This President Gong was also pitiful, similar to Pi Ruan. He had also borrowed the power of his wife's family to open a bar. He had the title of boss, but in reality, he was only responsible for operations. His wife managed the finances.

Before long, the waiter came running back, clutching a stack of brand-new bills in his hand.

Jiang Cheng unceremoniously counted the money with the counting machine there, then put the money close to his body and left.

After reluctantly saying goodbye to Jiang Cheng, Nan Jin, sitting alone in the back seat of the car, quietly lowered her head. In her hands was a blooming rose, the special touch of the paper money making it slightly rough.

It was as if… it was a real rose, with annoying thorns.

But Nan Jin didn't care. She carefully held the rose called Kawasaki with both hands, her mind filled with thoughts of that person.

"Mr. Jiang..." she whispered.

"Tch! 86, 87... 90." Jiang Cheng squatted on the steps leading to the office front door, counting the money in his hands several times. Then, his eyes narrowed, the corners of his mouth turned up, and he made a "hehehe" sound.

After realizing that his voice was too flamboyant, he suddenly stopped. Then, he scattered the money in various places on his body and swaggered home.

It wasn't until the women came to his door the next day that Jiang Cheng was still somewhat hungover.

Fatty watched as Jiang Cheng mercilessly tore off the fig leaves from their faces.

The reason why the four girls had become the way they were now was inseparable from the four women in front of them. They had all sacrificed their daughters' own interests and happiness in order to reach the heights they approved of.

They had forcibly turned their children into "other people's children" in other people's mouths.

"Dr. Jiang," a plump woman finally couldn't help but speak.

She had been ridiculed for so long by a gigolo with no social status and whose age was almost that of their son, and her face was flushed red. "First of all, we are very grateful for your help with our children, but you are not more experienced than us when it comes to how to educate children. First of all, you don't have any children."

"What I want to tell you is that although our methods may be a bit extreme, in the future, when they really grow up, they will be grateful for everything we have done and will understand our good intentions."

"We are the ones who let them win at the starting line. Society is cruel, and more rigorous education will ensure that they win in future struggles."

While she was throwing out these aggressive words, Jiang Cheng was just quietly sipping his coffee. After the woman finished speaking, he put down his coffee cup and said lightly, "Now do you know why your daughter likes girls?"

The plump woman was stunned and frowned. "What do you want to say?"

"Because most men aren't gentle enough," Jiang Cheng exhaled and then raised his eyes and said, "Just like you."

"You..."

The conversation ended in a not-so-harmonious atmosphere. It could be seen that the four women all recognized Jiang Cheng's ability, but they didn't quite accept his way of speaking.

Especially Xi Zhen's mother, who was so angry that her face changed, but she was helpless.

After all, the doctors they had previously sought out wouldn't even agree to see their daughters, but they weren't that resistant to the man in front of them.

After the people left, Fatty came over and hesitated for a while before saying, "Doctor, I think your way of speaking should be adjusted a little bit," he pursed his lips, "After all, they are clients, and Brother Pi Ruan introduced them..."

He suddenly stopped, because the doctor had turned his head and focused his gaze on his face.

"Are you teaching me how to do things?" After a few seconds of silence, Jiang Cheng spoke.

It wasn't a questioning tone; he was stating a pre-determined fact calmly.

Fatty, whose throat rolled violently, subconsciously raised his hands. "No, Doctor."

Just as Fatty was worried that the situation would further deteriorate, the sudden ringing of the phone rescued him. Jiang Cheng sat up from the sofa, walked to the desk, and picked up the phone.

"Dr. Jiang," Pi Ruan's very recognizable voice rang out impatiently the moment the phone was connected, "The person you asked me to find, I found him!"