"That’s not for you to eat; it’s for the prisoners," He Wenyu pouted and put down the nu.
Jimo Cheng smiled, called the waiter over, and relayed what everyone had ordered to the waiter, who noted them down and then began serving the dishes.
"Amazing," He Wenyu exclaid with delight at the sight of the pufferfish at in front of her, her eyes squinting in pleasure.
Luo Qianqian, on the other hand, only took a couple of bites of each dish before she stopped eating, and Jimo Cheng did the sa. He had tasted all the dishes and was already eight-tenths full. The others only ate a few dishes before they started gorging on their favorites, resulting in many dishes barely touched by the ti everyone was full.
Jimo Cheng watched Luo Qianqian squinting her eyes, enjoying the little cakes, with an expression of softness on his face.
When the group left the restaurant, they didn’t see Jimo Cheng paying the bill, which puzzled Lin Jiayou so much that he tugged on Luo Qianqian’s clothes.
Luo Qianqian blinked, "Prepaid, maybe?" After all, it was a private booking; what if they hadn’t turned up? Wouldn’t that be a loss?
He Wenyu, rubbing her stomach, latched onto Luo Qianqian’s arm. Why, she didn’t know, but in front of Luo Qianqian, she always felt like keeping her distance from Zhao Wenxuan. Maybe it was because their last argunt had been too unforgettable?
Zhao Wenxuan looked a touch helpless but didn’t insist. He knew well the place this girl held in his girlfriend’s heart and understood that if another conflict like the last one arose, it wasn’t certain that his girlfriend would take his side. Looking at the two now, it was obvious they would sacrifice love for friendship. He didn’t dare gamble, so he did nothing, just silently watched the pair and inwardly lanted the fleeting nature of youth.
"I ate too much; I’m so full. I feel like lying down and taking a nap right now," He Wenyu complained, sighing.
Then, after getting in the elevator, they saw Jimo Cheng press a button for a different floor, not the first one.
Luo Qianqian was taken aback, "Senior brother, you booked a room here?" She realized why he knew of good places to eat here when Jimo Cheng nodded.
"That’s so considerate," He Wenyu said, moved, since the plan for the three of them to stay had been set that morning.
Lin Jiayou frowned but said nothing after all, since Aunt An had agreed.
However, Zhao Wenxuan frowned and grabbed He Wenyu, "You’re staying here tonight?"
He Wenyu nodded, "I’m staying with Qianqian," and explained why she was staying here, but it was clear he wasn’t accepting this reason. He frowned, about to say sothing else.
He Wenyu’s brow furrowed as she looked at Zhao Wenxuan, obviously noting his expression: "What? Do I need your permission for everything I do?"
"Don’t forget you’re my girlfriend. You haven’t even slept with , yet you’re planning to sleep with this Pretty Boy!" Zhao Wenxuan’s brows were tightly knit, "You won’t even let kiss you, what’s all this pretense about!"
He had felt threatened by Jimo Cheng from the mont he saw him. The guy was just too handso and considerate, always wearing a smile that unnerved him, fearing that He Wenyu would fall for him.
"What Pretty Boy? The saying goes ’a man as handso as jade is rare in this world.’ You don’t even know how to give a complint. Why should my senior brother be insulted by you?" Luo Qianqian imdiately beca displeased, grabbed He Wenyu, and retorted with annoyance on her face.
Lin Jiayou’s mood was also dark—how dare he say such things in front of him?
Zhao Wenxuan wanted to say more but felt the pressure from Lin Jiayou and imdiately shut up, not daring to say another word, though his face clearly expressed his unwillingness to compromise, imdiately grabbing He Wenyu’s hand, "Co with ."
Luo Qianqian didn’t stop He Wenyu but simply shrugged her shoulders, looking at the floor number arriving. She was utterly indifferent as she pulled Lin Jiayou and Jimo Cheng out of the elevator, "Call when you’re done talking."
Why involve Jiayou? It was clear she didn’t want to be alone with Jimo Cheng, especially not in such an ambiguous setting, for fear of awkwardness.
As for this, Jiayou was extrely satisfied.
Jimo Cheng, on the other hand, didn’t care about this detail, discerned the direction, and headed straight forward, "Is there a problem?"
"Xiao Yu? She’ll co back." Luo Qianqian smiled easily, Zhao Wenxuan was suffering from an inferiority complex at the mont. She didn’t understand why Xiao Yu hadn’t revealed Jimo Cheng’s other identity, but for her, the fewer people knew, the safer it was.
"He said all that, and you’re not angry?" Jiayou was visibly indignant, "If it weren’t for the fear of causing trouble in the elevator, I really wanted to beat him up."
"What do you think was the reason I dragged you out here?" Luo Qianqian patted Jiayou on the arm, "After all, he was called by Xiao Yu, let her handle it. If you get involved, Xiao Yu would be the one feeling awkward. Besides, constantly explaining yourself is just a waste of ti. The truth is right there; those who believe will believe, those who don’t will find a thousand reasons to discredit it."
"Thank you," Jimo Cheng stopped at a room entrance and said softly to Luo Qianqian.
Then he used the keycard to enter the room; light shone on his face, turning it slightly red, as if he were a bit shy.
"Hm?" Luo Qianqian looked at Jimo Cheng with confusion and then caught sight of his now thoroughly red neck, a flicker of understanding crossing her face. Was he referring to her defending him earlier? "You’re welco."
She pressed her lips together and laughed softly, causing Jiayou to shiver. What kind of riddle were these two children playing?
Every ti he thought about it, having this sister was nothing but sorrow. Normally he had to protect her, prevent her from being bullied, and even bring her tasty treats. Last ti it was about taking photos, and now it turned into... What now? A third wheel???
"This is your room," Jimo Cheng opened the door to a room.
It was only then that Luo Qianqian really took in her surroundings, having been too focused on her senior brother’s red neck until now.
She then widened her eyes, turned, and looked at the number on the room door behind her; indeed, there were four identical digits: 8888. The presidential suite...
"Senior brother..." Are you so rich you have money to burn? Luo Qianqian wanted to ask this, but seeing Jimo Cheng’s earnest gaze, she could only shake her head, "It’s fine..."
Looking at the room’s furnishings, Jiayou was no longer surprised; after all, he had visited Luo Qianqian’s grandfather’s house, "Don’t watch TV for too long, and don’t go to bed too late."
Luo Qianqian rolled her eyes, "I would like to sleep." Then she glanced at her own back and sighed.
Having not thought about it for so long, there was no particular sensation, though the wounded area was still a bit itchy.
Then she saw Jiayou’s eyes go wide: "You have an injury, can you eat seafood?"
Luo Qianqian was also startled, her gaze imdiately shifting to Jimo Cheng.
Jimo Cheng shook his head calmly, "It’s fine; your wound... will heal quickly."
Luo Qianqian looked skeptical, but if Jimo Cheng said it was fine, then it was fine.
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