Chapter 41: Let Me Tell You a Little Secret About Me
Looking at the screen full of search history, only one word remained in Jiang Qing’s heart.
Wow.
He put down the phone and looked at Xia Yinhan with a half-smile: “Why didn’t you just come ask me directly about this kind of stuff? I think my own credibility is a bit higher. Plus, I could even tell you a lot of little secrets about myself that aren’t on the internet…”
Xia Yinhan froze.
He thought that upon seeing these painstakingly collected files and candid photos, the other party would at least feel surprised, or displeased. But there was no panic in his heart; instead, a hidden anticipation rose within him.
He had done so much, recorded so much, wasn’t it all just for Jiang Qing to see? To see his dedication, to see how much he cared.
And now Jiang Qing had seen it.
Furthermore… Jiang Qing’s reaction was completely beyond his expectations. No anger, no awkwardness, instead looking at him with that half-smiling expression.
Xia Yinhan’s heartbeat sped up a few beats. He revealed a somewhat bashful smile: “Well, you see… wasn’t I afraid that asking directly would be too presumptuous?”
“Even though if you had asked, I wouldn’t have told you.”
“…”
Actually, truth be told, Chi Jiong was genuinely quite looking forward to Jiang Qing’s answer.
He had hung out with Jiang Qing for so long, and he had never heard Jiang Qing tell anyone about the type he liked. Anyone around who wanted to develop a relationship with him was flatly rejected, regardless of whether they were male or female.
Chi Jiong even suspected if Jiang Qing was asexual.
Lin Siyu and Lin Siwu beside them were also very curious.
The first impression the two had of Jiang Qing was that he seemed very cold and aloof, uninterested in anything.
It was no wonder they had such a misconception, because the first time they met Jiang Qing was at the Qin family’s banquet in A City. That night, Jiang Qing was in low spirits; he had just been pestered endlessly by the Qin family’s young master.
That night, Jiang Qing wore a dark suit, standing alone by the terrace. That notoriously difficult young master of the Qin family was buzzing around him, his tone so attentive it bordered on fawning: “Second Young Master Jiang, are you really not considering cooperating on that project from last time? We can renegotiate the terms…”
Jiang Qing didn’t even spare him a glance, only saying flatly: “No, thank you.”
His voice wasn’t loud, but it carried an unquestionable rejection.
Qin Zhiyan still wouldn’t give up, trying to touch Jiang Qing’s wrist: “Don’t be so heartless, we…”
Before he could finish his sentence, Jiang Qing stepped sideways to dodge, the champagne in his glass swaying slightly with the movement. He lifted his eyes to look at Qin Zhiyan, his gaze calm and unruffled, yet it made Qin Zhiyan subconsciously take a step back.
“Young Master Qin,” Jiang Qing’s voice remained flat, “Excuse me.”
After saying that, he turned and left, leaving Qin Zhiyan standing awkwardly in place.
Lin Siyu happened to be smoking on the other side of the terrace at the time, taking this entire scene in.
Lin Siwu, on the other hand, saw Jiang Qing’s figure standing alone in the corner from afar when his brother took him over to say hello. He felt this person was as beautiful as a painting, yet as distant as the moon in the sky, making people afraid to approach.
So seeing Jiang Qing actually joking around and teasing people right now, both brothers found it somewhat unbelievable.
However, what the brothers didn’t know was that the real reason Jiang Qing was in low spirits that night was because he had just completed a “one-sided educational session” at home before going out.
That afternoon, he discovered that the purebred Large White Yorkshire pig he had meticulously raised, and even specifically found the time to learn the song Bad Girl to coax into cooperating for breeding, had actually been secretly led away by that little bastard Jiang Linmu and locked together with the lively but unhygienic Tibetan pig he raised himself. As expected, the delicate Large White Yorkshire pig got infected with bacteria and didn’t survive past two days.
Jiang Qing looked at the empty pigpen on the screen, and then at his younger brother’s face, which looked pitiful and tried to act cute to gloss over the disaster he had caused.
“…”
Before leaving the house, he pinned Jiang Linmu to the ground and beat him four times, and his anger still hadn’t subsided. So when this young master of the Qin family walked right into the line of fire, the fact that he didn’t just dump his wine glass over the guy’s head was already a display of excellent upbringing.
Speaking of this young master of the Qin family, Qin Zhiyan, the circle’s evaluation of him was highly consistent: A peacock that spreads its tail feathers regardless of the occasion.
He always wore the latest, most ostentatious haute couture of the season, choosing the brightest colors possible—neon green today, bright orange tomorrow. His hair was styled meticulously, and the perfume on his body was so strong it could be smelled from three meters away. Wherever he went, he seemed to carry his own spotlight, wishing he could glue everyone’s eyes onto him.
Qin Zhiyan had an extremely high opinion of himself. The method he considered “pursuing someone” was to throw money around, give limited editions, book out entire venues, and put on grand displays. He thought romance was just a sense of ceremony built on piles of cash.
Logically speaking, Qin Zhiyan was good-looking and quite wealthy, yet he had never been in a relationship to this day.
The reason was none other than the fact that this young master’s standards were simply too high—outrageously high, bordering on the realm of fantasy. A summary list of his requirements for a “future partner” circulated within the circle, practically a modern male matchmaking version of the Classic of Mountains and Seas.
First, they had to be beautiful, but not a vulgar kind of beauty.
Qin Zhiyan had extremely stringent geometric and color-theory requirements for facial features and body proportions.
He once publicly critiqued a female star famous for her glamorous looks: “The curve of her nose is too standard, looks like it came off an assembly line. Boring.” Then he turned around and disdained a supermodel: “Her body proportions are the golden ratio, but her aura is too ‘hard,’ not ‘soft and lustrous’ enough.”
What he wanted was a “contradictory sense of beauty”—pure with a hint of seductiveness, cold and glamorous mixed with some sweetness. As for what exactly that looked like, even he himself couldn’t explain it clearly; it was entirely based on feeling. If the feeling wasn’t right, nothing else mattered.
Second, they had to be interesting, but not a noisy kind of interesting.
He hated people who were overly loud and boisterous, and he also looked down on those who were too dull. The other party had to be able to catch all of his wild, unconstrained thoughts, from classical art to street trends, from quantum physics to the heat control of private home cooking.
They couldn’t just blindly agree with him, nor could they completely contradict him. They had to offer a novel and clever insight at just the right moment, giving him the surprise of “Oh? You’ve got some substance.”
Third, and the most fatal point: They had to treat him with an attitude of “viewing money as dirt,” but they themselves couldn’t actually be “dirt.”
Qin Zhiyan’s process of throwing money around to show love was, to some extent, a test. Deep down, he desperately craved someone who could be moved by the “romance” he built with money, yet he also intensely despised those who were easily swayed by money.
The ideal partner should politely tell him that the limited-edition sports car he gifted is “very beautiful, but too flashy,” while still being able to discuss a certain artwork with him. They should have a tepid reaction to the three-Michelin-star restaurant he booked out, yet be able to take him to discover a little noodle shop hidden deep in an old alleyway.
In short, the other party had to possess a breadth of vision and confidence that wasn’t inferior to, or even surpassed, his Qin family. They had to purely “appreciate him as a person,” rather than his money and family background.
But the problem was, any opposite sex who truly possessed such family background and level of refinement would usually be the very first to despise Qin Zhiyan’s flamboyant posturing.
Truly a toad yawning—big breath (arrogance) and lots of demands.
Thus, Young Master Qin fell into a perfect, inescapable loop.
Over time, Qin Zhiyan’s reputation as a “forever single, impossibly high standards, 21st-century feudal, ordinary-yet-overconfident man” grew increasingly louder.
Until one day, he met Jiang Qing.
All the various requirements regarding a partner in this Young Master Qin’s brain were instantly swept clean.
Standards? Aren’t they standing right here?
And so, the very first time he laid eyes on Jiang Qing, he was naturally drawn to that cold, unearthly aura.
But unfortunately, the very first time this young master, who had finally tumbled into the river of love, tried to strike up a conversation, he was looked at by the other party as if he were a complete idiot.
After being coldly rejected by Jiang Qing that night, Qin Zhiyan tossed and turned upon returning, unable to figure it out no matter how hard he thought. He looked at himself in the mirror again and again—there was nothing wrong with his face, his figure was well-maintained, and his family background was top-tier.
Finally, he reached a conclusion: It must be because I didn’t appear sincere enough!
So the next day, he had someone find out Jiang Qing’s itinerary and directly blocked the entrance of Jiang Qing’s house, holding a massive bouquet of white chrysanthemums, which he believed represented “purity and elegance.”
Seeing Qin Zhiyan and his flowers, Jiang Qing didn’t even pause his steps, directly walking around him.
Qin Zhiyan hurriedly chased after him: “Second Young Master Jiang! Yesterday I was too abrupt, today I came sincerely to apologize!”
Jiang Qing finally stopped walking. He turned back and looked at him, his gaze lingering on the white chrysanthemums in his hands for one second, two seconds.
Now Jiang Qing didn’t just think his brain was sick; this level of pure, natural idiocy was probably incurable.
He said calmly: “Young Master Qin, are we very close?”
Qin Zhiyan was choked up. Before he could even think of an answer, Jiang Qing had already walked out and told the security guard at the gate: “Please do not let irrelevant personnel inside.”
Qin Zhiyan was just left blocked outside like that.
This incident later spread within the circle, becoming a laughingstock for everyone after meals. Qin Zhiyan became even more “famous” because of this.
However, after failing with Jiang Qing, Qin Zhiyan instead kept pestering him. He chased him for several years.
Some people rumored: So far, no one has ever been seen who could refuse Jiang Qing, including Qin Zhiyan, this 21st-century, highly demanding, feudal, ordinary-yet-overconfident man.
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