"Young Master Shang, we thought that, now you have met your ideal woman, you have forgotten about your friends. When will you bring your girlfriend over for us to meet?"
A few affluent-looking men were sitting on the couch, joking with the man across from them who was smoking.
Jingchen sneered at the mention of their girlfriends, his face betraying his unpleasant mood.
"An ideal woman she is not. She is nowhere near fitting."
The men shared uneasy glances at his grim expression and dared not tease him anymore.
"What's wrong, Young Master Shang? Did the two of you fight? If you bring her to public events and call her your girlfriend, doesn't it mean you're serious about her? We thought you were done playing around and were going to get married."
After all, those from prestigious families like theirs might play around with women but never seriously, even less to admit it, let alone introduce them to their social circles.
