Chapter 73: I Like Jiang Cheng

"Then I won't participate."

Jiang Cheng grabbed Si Rong's hand and turned to leave.

That old scoundrel Chen Shuo had lied to him, saying the social mixer was for bringing a partner to have some fun.

Looking at it now, it was clearly for finding a partner.

Fang Ting was instantly displeased.

How could it be okay for Jiang Cheng not to go?

Just at this moment, Director Chen came over.

He wore a smile, having overheard the conversation between the few of them just now.

Because the Second Brother was a close friend of Director Chen, Si Rong also called Director Chen "Brother."

Chen Shuo nodded, smiling as he said to Jiang Cheng, who was preparing to leave, "Little Rong can be considered my younger sister. To others, this mixer today is for matchmaking, but to you, kid, it's a test—a test of whether your feelings for Little Sister Rong are sincere. If you can find Little Sister Rong among all those masked women later, you pass! When the time comes, I'll put in a good word for you in front of your eldest brother-in-law and second brother-in-law so you can marry Little Sister Rong as soon as possible!"

I don't know which of his words changed Jiang Cheng's mind, but in any case, Jiang Cheng turned back.

Only then did he realize that in his haste, he had grabbed Si Rong's hand, her soft little hand held firmly in his palm.

At this moment, Jiang Cheng felt some regret for being too rough; he didn't know how his grip strength was and whether he had hurt Si Rong.

Letting go wouldn't do, and continuing to hold on wouldn't do either.

Chen Shuo raised an eyebrow; he naturally knew Jiang Cheng's thoughts—he was in a hurry to take Little Sister Si Rong home!

However, listening to the Si Family's second brother, the Si Family's little sister's second marriage must be observed for a period of time; they could not let their little sister be hurt again.

If no man approved by the Si Family appeared, then they would rather raise this little princess of the Si Family for a lifetime.

"Division Commander Jiang, please let go first; I will take this comrade to change her clothes."

The female soldier covered her mouth and laughed.

Only then did Jiang Cheng release Si Rong, "Take good care of her, sorry for the trouble."

After giving the instruction, he even gave a solemn salute.

The young female soldier was immediately flattered and returned the salute.

"Chief, I guarantee I will complete the mission."

Division Commander Jiang must love this woman to death, which is why he values her so much.

How did Division Commander Jiang treat those female soldiers who pursued him before?

Take Company Commander Fang as an example; she was ignored so thoroughly it could be said.

While walking Si Rong to the changing room, the female soldier spent the whole way sizing Si Rong up.

A beauty's face, a willow waist—not to mention Division Commander Jiang, even she was almost mesmerized to death.

Nuwa is truly biased.

Fang Ting also went to get dressed up; Jiang Cheng's attitude toward Si Rong just now had simply broken her heart.

Could it be that he likes Si Rong that much?

She looked at herself in the mirror; her waist was a bit thicker than Si Rong's.

Her skin was even less fair than Si Rong's.

And Si Rong always smelled like Xiangxiang, but it wasn't that pungent smell of low-quality perfume; it was very clean and very sweet.

Fang Ting picked up the eyebrow pencil on the table; she also wanted to put on a beautiful makeup look for herself.

But for some reason, her hands, which could throw a punch so fast it left afterimages, were stiff as could be when holding the eyebrow pencil.

Before she even got close to her eyebrows, she had already drawn a black line.

Just at this moment, Si Rong came out of the fitting room.

Fang Ting felt embarrassed, thinking Si Rong would mock her.

But she didn't; she just said very gently, "Shall I help you draw them?"

Fang Ting didn't know if she had agreed, but by the time she came to her senses, Si Rong was already holding the eyebrow pencil and helping her draw her eyebrows.

A faint pear scent drifted over.

Si Rong's hand was very light, very light.

Fang Ting only felt as if a feather had gently brushed across the center of her brows.

She seemed to be slowly beginning to understand what Jiang Cheng liked about Si Rong.

But, hadn't Si Rong noticed?

Her eyes were as clever and spirited as a fox's; people in the military knew it, and people in the compound knew it too.

"All done."

Si Rong put down the eyebrow pencil and then let her look in the mirror, "Very beautiful!"

Fang Ting didn't know what had gone wrong in her head, but she blurted out, "I like Jiang Cheng, you've noticed, right?"

Si Rong:...

She nodded, "I noticed a little bit."

"Then, then why are you still so good to me?"

Fang Ting didn't understand; since she had guessed that she liked Jiang Cheng, they were rivals in love, so why was Si Rong still helping her draw her eyebrows?

"Because you are also very good to me," Si Rong suddenly felt she was a bit cute and couldn't help but curve her lips, "If you hadn't helped that day, I might have been disfigured by now."

She brought up the matter at the military gate, which Fang Ting had almost forgotten.

"That, although I think you're a good person, I think I'm also quite good. After all, I've liked Jiang Cheng for so long, and you two aren't married yet, so I won't give up on pursuing Jiang Cheng!"

Fang Ting said again.

She had been completely unaware of the fact that these two were dating before, but by the time she found out, it was already too late.

Si Rong had to admit that she probably also had feelings for Jiang Cheng, although she didn't know when it started.

Because she felt a faint sense of jealousy in her heart when she heard Fang Ting speak of her feelings for Jiang Cheng.

"Then we shall each rely on our own abilities!" Si Rong would not let go either; she was an ordinary woman, possessing the instinct to hold tightly onto the happiness before her, "But, we are friends now, right?"

Fang Ting did not hesitate, "Yes."

Friends, and also romantic rivals.

"Then shall we put on our masks and go out together?"

Fang Ting nodded and put on her own stall-bought mask.

Disco music was playing in the hall, and the lighting was in dim, yellowish tones.

Many women dressed just like them were already prepared.

Those participating in the social mixer today were not just soldiers, but also nurses from the hospital and female teachers from the school.

There were nearly a hundred people, all wearing masks.

In the time it took for Si Rong to turn around, she could no longer see Fang Ting.

The masks worn by the female comrades were all the same.

Si Rong recalled Director Chen's words again: would Jiang Cheng be able to recognize her among so many women?

In any case, she could not recognize Jiang Cheng among so many people.

Si Rong saw things like chocolate pastries and drinks on the table.

She poured herself a glass of lemonade and drank it in small sips.

Soon, the host went up on stage.

First, they made a few small jokes to liven up the atmosphere, and only after everyone had settled into the mood of the social mixer did they begin to let everyone choose their own dance partners, and the social mixer officially began.

Just as Si Rong put down her glass, she saw a man wearing a silver stall-bought mask walk up to her.

"Hello, may I invite you to dance?"