The cozy, romantic Western restaurant was filled with the soft lody of piano music, blending with the rich aroma of food in the air, creating an intoxicating atmosphere.
Xu Qing sat gracefully on a light gray chair, trying her best to eat more elegantly.
Finally, her mom had left town, and she could breathe a sigh of relief.
No doubt about it—Mrs. Han was an absolute handful.
During her three or four days in town, she had done nothing but attend the wedding and then dragged Xu Qing around in the Bentley Continental, taking countless photos everywhere.
Taking a bite of the buttery, delicate foie gras, Xu Qing sneaked a glance at the man sitting across from her.
Tang Song was slightly lowering his head, focused on cutting his steak.
The knife and fork in his hands seed to move with extraordinary elegance, each slice precisely executed.
The steak’s juices slowly seeped out.
Xu Qing’s face flushed, and she rubbed her legs together slightly.
Maybe it was love making him look better, but the more she watched, the hotter Tang Song seed.
And the fact that he casually took her to such a high-end restaurant just for lunch?
Hehe.
From now on, whenever she wanted to eat good food—she’d just call him up!
Might as well ruthlessly milk this rich scumbag dry!
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