Jiang Cheng confidently accepted the compliment.
The two parted ways from there.
Jiang Cheng returned to the courtyard reeking of alcohol, where Shen Que, dressed in pajamas, was waiting for her.
"I have some stomach-warming porridge. Would you like some?"
Shen Que took the bag from Jiang Cheng’s hand and brought her slippers to swap her high heels.
The moment she took off her high heels, Jiang Cheng couldn’t help but let out a little groan.
"You know, these high heels... they look nice, but wearing them is so exhausting."
Shen Que massaged Jiang Cheng’s feet.
"Does our President Jiang really need high heels to outshine others?"
"You don’t understand, the high feeling is different, and they do look good, make my legs look extra long."
Shen Que massaged Jiang Cheng’s calves, and after a while, went to get hot water for her to soak her feet.
Jiang Cheng lounged lazily on the sofa, her fingers touching Shen Que’s hair: "That’s my carefully chosen husband for you, so good."
"Carefully chosen, you say? Who else did you choose?"
Shen Que asked dangerously, and Jiang Cheng immediately showed a silly smile, feigning ignorance: "Of course, it’s you. Carefully you, selectively you, you’re perfect in every way."
"Just perfect?"
Another dangerous question, Jiang Cheng complained inwardly, wondering if men had menopause.
"Of course not! What I mean by perfect is that you’re absolutely flawless."
Shen Que pinched Jiang Cheng’s nose.
Jiang Cheng pushed him away disdainfully: "The foot-soaking water."
"They’re your feet, and you still disdain them."
"Disdain!"
...
The two bantered back and forth, and the exhaustion of the day faded away amidst their exchange.
The next morning, after breakfast, Jiang Cheng went to the hotel to pick up Simon.
After picking up Simon, Jiang Cheng took him to several boutique stores in Beijing for renovations.
Boutique stores were like the cosmetic counters on the ground floor of modern-day malls.
Though not as large.
But each counter was clean and tidy, very bright.
After checking them out, Simon chose the best spot as F brand’s cosmetics counter.
Jiang Cheng naturally kept the best for her own, and as for the rest, Jack would probably want one, and there was no rush for the other brands; they were bound to come knocking.
In the future, wealthy people would emerge like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.
There’s never a shortage of market for high-end products.
After settling things, Jiang Cheng took Simon to see the property.
A small villa, with yards in both front and back, beautiful environment, and pleasant scenery.
Simon really liked it.
Jiang Cheng directly arranged for someone to help Simon run errands, buying whatever he needed.
She then left first because Shen Yue’s school was holding a parents’ meeting today.
Both she and Shen Que cleared their schedules for the afternoon to attend together.
A little after three in the afternoon, Jiang Cheng and Shen Que arrived one after the other outside Shen Yue’s school.
Just started seventh grade, Shen Yue’s studies... it’s hard to describe, but she’s pretty, has a good personality, can draw, and is well-liked in class.
Around three-thirty, the school’s gates opened, and parents filed in.
After finding the seventh grade, Class 3, Jiang Cheng saw Shen Yue waving at her.
When the teacher saw the parents come in, they let the students go downstairs for free activities while the parents entered.
In the small hallways, children and parents exchanged glances.

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