Chapter 120 The Soft Food King

Pi Ruan seemed very familiar with Jiang Cheng and wasn't embarrassed at all. He directly pulled over a chair, sat opposite Jiang Cheng, but before he could speak, Jiang Cheng glared at him: "Take off your sunglasses before you talk to me."

The fatty felt it would be impolite to leave just as Brother Pi Ruan arrived, so he found a place to sit down as well, but a little further away from the two.

He didn't want to delay the doctor's business.

Upon hearing Jiang Cheng's request, Pi Ruan hesitated for a long while before reluctantly taking off his sunglasses.

Instantly, the fatty was stunned.

Pi Ruan's already not-so-handsome face now bore several scars, mostly on his right cheek, as if scratched by long fingernails, and just beginning to scab over.

But what shocked the fatty the most was his left eye, swollen shut to a slit, with dark purple bruising around the socket. Clearly, the punch had been delivered with lethal intent.

Pi Ruan... had been beaten?

The fatty couldn't understand. He seemed like someone of high status. How could he be beaten into such a state?

But Jiang Cheng didn't seem surprised at all. He leaned back on the sofa, slowly examining Pi Ruan, as if he was very used to this situation.

He picked up his cup, took a sip of the water the fatty had poured earlier, and then placed the cup back in its original position, saying calmly, "Alright, tell me, what's it about this time?"

Pi Ruan said aggrievedly, "It's still about the assets under my girlfriend's name!"

"This time, her two granddaughters, and... and that good-for-nothing grandson!" Pi Ruan seemed to recall the miserable state he was in when he was beaten, and his lips trembled with anger. "They invited me to a hotel, saying they wanted to reconcile, but look at this!"

He pointed to the injuries on his face, and said angrily, "They played dirty!"

"They wanted to ruin my handsome face, so my girlfriend would distance herself from me!" He gritted his teeth, snorted, and said, "They can dream on!"

The more the fatty heard, the more he felt something was off. He thought, this kid Pi Ruan wants to be a kept man!

But this was the doctor's territory, and the fatty had enough sense not to speak out about business matters.

After a few seconds of silence, Jiang Cheng finally spoke. He struck a pose the fatty recognized, and then naturally extended two fingers, waved them, and said, "Two points."

The fatty and Pi Ruan immediately sat up straight.

Especially the fatty, who was instinctively looking around for paper and pens.

"First," Jiang Cheng glanced at Pi Ruan slowly, "600 million shouldn't be called 'a little' assets."

The fatty was stunned when he heard this, and his entire face twisted due to the limitations poverty had placed on him.

"Second," Jiang Cheng leaned forward slightly, bringing Pi Ruan a mountain-like pressure. Jiang Cheng looked into the latter's eyes and continued, "Didn't I remind you not to be too greedy?"

Pi Ruan swallowed and said in a low voice, "Dr. Jiang, I did exactly as you told me. You said how much to take, and that's how much I took. I didn't dare to take even a cent more."

Jiang Cheng frowned. "How was the agreement drafted?"

"It says that if my girlfriend is unfortunate, or paralyzed, then her assets will be split three-seven, and I'll only take what I deserve." Pi Ruan said confidently.

The fatty's eyes turned green, and he instantly understood why the doctor had said that if something really happened to Pi Ruan's girlfriend, he would wear red.

Thirty percent of 600 million was a full 180 million!

The fatty only thought for a second, and countless symbols representing money flooded his eyes.

He couldn't imagine what kind of fortune that was. Even if he earned 6,000 a month, it would take him 3,000 years to earn 180 million!

And that was without eating or drinking!

Putting himself in Pi Ruan's shoes, the fatty felt that it wasn't just a matter of wearing red. He might even pull off stunts like walking across the Lop Nur desert upside down, otherwise, he wouldn't feel comfortable taking the money.

Jiang Cheng was silent for a few seconds, and then suddenly seemed to realize something, looking up at Pi Ruan and asking, "You wouldn't be thinking of taking that seventy percent, would you?!"

Pi Ruan seemed stunned as well, and it took him a long time to reply, "Isn't that supposed to happen?"

Jiang Cheng: "......"

The fatty raised his hand at this moment. He didn't want to express his opinion, but he couldn't help it. "Brother Pi Ruan," the fatty said, pursing his lips, "you can still run away now, it'll be too late if you wait any longer."

The fatty could also see that Jiang Cheng didn't really want to get involved in Pi Ruan's affairs, but Pi Ruan begged and pleaded. Finally, he rolled his eyes and whispered something in Jiang Cheng's ear.

Jiang Cheng's face turned red after listening, and then he looked at Pi Ruan a few times as if to verify something. The latter blinked his eyes hard, meaning he would take care of everything.

"Alright then," Jiang Cheng slowly sat back on the sofa, sighed to himself, and drawled, "Who told me to be such a... kind-hearted person!"

"Dr. Jiang, you're more than just kind-hearted," Pi Ruan bowed and immediately began to flatter him, praising, "You're also excellent, and most importantly, handsome!"

"Alright," Jiang Cheng waved his hand, "Regarding this matter, I'll come up with a solution before tomorrow. Just wait for my news."

"Thank you, Dr. Jiang," Pi Ruan bowed 180 degrees.

The fatty suspected that his presence was limiting Pi Ruan's performance, otherwise, it looked like he would kowtow to the doctor a few times before leaving.

"Then I'll trouble Dr. Jiang," Pi Ruan rubbed his hands excitedly, "You go ahead, I won't disturb you..."

After saying that, Pi Ruan turned around and walked towards the door. He knew Jiang Cheng's temper. He didn't like people who talked nonsense, especially nonsense that didn't benefit him.

Jiang Cheng grabbed a kraft paper bag from the sofa and said slowly, "Wait."

Pi Ruan stopped immediately upon hearing this, turned around, looked at Jiang Cheng in confusion, and asked, "Dr. Jiang, is there anything else?"

"There's something I need your help with," Jiang Cheng handed the kraft paper bag towards Pi Ruan.

The distance between them was clearly not enough for Pi Ruan to reach the bag, so Pi Ruan immediately trotted forward, respectfully took the kraft paper bag, opened it, and found that there were several drawings inside.

Portraits.

They were of several women.

They were all sketched with pencils, the strokes simple yet sharp, and the corners of the women's eyes seemed to carry a blade-like arc.

There were four drawings in total.

Each one was of a woman.

Pi Ruan curiously flipped through the drawings, and finally raised his head, asking in confusion, "These..."

"There are two women in total," Jiang Cheng gestured with his eyes, "The first three are of one woman, these two are her in different outfits, and the third one is what I think she looks like with glasses on, based on speculation."

The moment he saw the drawings, the fatty's eyes widened. He recognized Chen Xiaomeng at a glance, and was also shocked by Jiang Cheng's artistic skills.

With just a few strokes, Chen Xiaomeng's charm was vividly portrayed on the paper.

It was at least 90% similar.