Caller ID.
Chang Wenyu.
"Huh?"
Zhou Xing was slightly surprised.
When he returned to Jiangcheng, he had already stopped thinking about this matter.
He originally thought the other party would contact him very quickly.
But after more than ten days passed without any message, Zhou Xing thought his guess had been wrong.
Perhaps the other person hadn't put this matter on their mind at all.
He didn't really care either, so without hesitation, he chose to return to Jiangcheng.
"What's wrong?"
Luo Qianqian, who was beside him, asked curiously.
"Nothing."
Zhou Xing shook his head, then answered the call.
"Bro, what have you been busy with lately?"
Chang Wenyu's laughter came through the phone: "How are the kidneys holding up?"
"Alright... after all, I'm only eighteen."
Zhou Xing replied.
"Damn."
Chang Wenyu said with a hint of annoyance: "Thinking you can do whatever you want just because you're young, huh? Wait till you reach my age, you'll know... being too wild when you're young isn't necessarily a good thing."
"What?"
Zhou Xing raised an eyebrow: "You're not up to it anymore? Starting to brew goji berries in a thermos?"
"Get lost."
Chang Wenyu laughed and cursed: "I'll still be a sharp blade even at eighty, how could I be 'not up to it'? Besides, I'm only 27, still in my prime, okay?"
"What made you suddenly have time to call me?"
Zhou Xing smiled.
"I've just been busy with stuff, can't compare to your carefree life, still having four whole years of university to play around freely."
Chang Wenyu said somewhat bitterly: "Cherish your last four years of university life. Once you're out of school, you'll understand... being a Second-generation rich isn't that easy."
After Chang Wenyu sighed with emotion, he then said seriously: "Last time at the bar, didn't we say we'd get together for a meal and chat?"
"There happens to be an event tomorrow, our group is getting together. Do you have time tomorrow? If so, come along, I'll introduce a few friends to you."
Zhou Xing thought for a moment, then asked: "What kind of event?"
"Heh heh."
Chang Wenyu chuckled mysteriously: "Let's just say it definitely won't disappoint you. It'll absolutely broaden your horizons."
"Alright, send me the time and place, I'll go tomorrow."
Zhou Xing responded: "You really know how to pick the time. I just got back from Jiangcheng, I'm at the airport right now."
"Doesn't that prove we're fated?"
Chang Wenyu also laughed.
"Who's fated with you? I didn't know you were into that?"
"Get lost, I'm a steel-straight man, welded together with rebar, don't gross me out."
"Who knows... after all, you rich people tend to play around quite wildly."
"So you're not a rich person, is that it?"
"..."
After some banter, Chang Wenyu ended the topic: "Then it's settled. We'll talk properly when we meet tomorrow."
"Okay."
Zhou Xing hung up the phone.
Sitting in the car, he gazed ahead, thinking slightly.
It seemed his guess hadn't been wrong after all.
It was just the timing that was slightly off.
As for the event Chang Wenyu mentioned, he didn't think too much about it.
He'd find out when he got there tomorrow.
The Second-generation rich circle of Shanghai is a mysterious existence in the eyes of others.
For him.
As long as he wanted, he could completely integrate into any circle.
And the top-tier ones at that.
This was the confidence brought by his background and the system.
His association with Chang Wenyu was just out of curiosity, wanting to go and see for himself.
Other than that, rather than pondering all these hypotheticals, it was more practical to think about what to eat for lunch.
Zhou Xing started the car.
He drove Luo Qianqian and arrived once again at the foot of the Ritz-Carlton Hotel.
After smoothly checking into a room.
He simply chose to have lunch in the hotel, having the restaurant prepare it and send it up.
"Mr. Zhou, thank you very much for your strong support of our Ritz-Carlton. This is our hotel's Diamond Membership Card. You can use it at any hotel globally. Not only does it provide discounts during your stays, but it also offers many privileged services."
Butler Wang respectfully presented a sparkling diamond card: "The Ritz-Carlton will do its utmost to provide you with better service, ensuring you have a pleasant experience during your stay."
Zhou Xing took the membership card.
He wasn't surprised.
Hotels have their own set of systems for reviewing client memberships.
But generally, they judge based on the client's spending power, potential, and loyalty.
Zhou Xing's spending power and potential were unquestionable.
So when he checked into the hotel for the second time, the Ritz-Carlton didn't hesitate to present him with the membership card.
He casually put the membership card away.
Butler Wang also tactfully chose to withdraw, not disturbing their meal further.
After eating and drinking their fill.
Luo Qianqian lay on the bed, looking satisfied.
"This kind of life is what one should pursue, right? The more I live like this, the less I want to go back to work."
Luo Qianqian said somewhat annoyed: "Working is just too tiring, especially being a Flight Attendant. Having to face countless weird passengers every day, many times I just want to smash the meal tray in my hand onto their heads."
But she didn't choose to do so, because once she did, it would mean the end of her career.
Not only would she be fired by her current airline.
The news would also spread throughout the industry, and no other airline would ever hire her again.
"You could totally do that."
Zhou Xing replied.
Previously, Luo Qianqian didn't do it because she relied on this job to survive.
Now that she was by his side, she had the complete confidence to do so.
"Better not..."
Luo Qianqian shook her head: "Having this job makes you more interested in me. If I resigned, you might get bored in a few days and kick me out."
"Then I'd really fall from heaven to hell, without even a job."
"I can't compare to An Ya, so I can only use this method to keep your heart."
Luo Qianqian propped her chin with her hands, looking at Zhou Xing: "I'm so pitiful, even as a mistress I have to work diligently."
"Are you doubting your own charm?"
Zhou Xing approached: "Without this job, for me, it really doesn't make much difference."
"Yeah, right."
Luo Qianqian rolled her eyes: "I wonder how excited some people get when they see me in my Flight Attendant uniform."
"Hey, what are you doing?"
Luo Qianqian suddenly felt something was off, because Zhou Xing was getting closer and closer, and his hand was already on her.
"To let you experience the truth of my words."
Luo Qianqian looked alarmed: "Didn't you promise to let me rest properly?"
"But I didn't say for how long."
Zhou Xing said matter-of-factly: "Besides, you've rested long enough. It looks to me like you're completely rested."
"No, I still need to rest."
"No, you don't!"
"If I ever believe your words again, I'm a dog."
"Hmm?"
"Woof woof woof..."