Chen Cheng was somewhat bewildered by this sudden form of address.
He straightened up, gazed at the charming Meng Wanning in front of him, and for a moment, didn't know what to say.
Compared to "Brother Cheng", "Xiao Cheng", or "Mr. Chen", this simple "Sir" truly caught Chen Cheng off guard.
Plus, spoken from Meng Wanning's lips, it carried a whisper of shyness and allure, like the humid winds in the plum rain season of Jiangnan, lingering and gentle, irresistibly inviting one to indulge.
"What's wrong? Doesn't it sound good?"
Seeing Chen Cheng's lack of reaction, Meng Wanning thought he disliked the nickname, her tone tinged with a hint of sadness.
"No, no, it sounds lovely, very lovely." Chen Cheng came to his senses and quickly explained, "I'm just... a bit surprised."
"Surprised?"
"Yes."
Chen Cheng nodded, "It's quite special."
"Didn't you say I am the most special one to you?"