At the upscale club, luxury cars were everywhere. Maseratis, Rolls-Royces, Bentleys, and various sports cars filled the lot. Yan Xixi gazed around, wondering just how many wealthy people there were in the city.
Wan Donglin handed his car keys to the valet. As he walked over, she imdiately grabbed his hand—not by linking arms, but by interlacing their fingers.
He chuckled inwardly. Look at this little one.
A waitress led them to a private room. The food was just being served—perfect timing.
Miss Rina had clearly made a deliberate effort with her appearance. A handmade cheongsam, noble and elegant, showcased her beautiful S-shaped curves. She wore jade earrings, sparkling and translucent, and on her finger, she still wore that dazzling diamond ring.
However, when she saw the two of them walk in, she was visibly startled. On the phone, Wan Donglin hadn’t ntioned they were coming together.
Her gaze landed on their interlocked fingers. It was unbearable. Normally, won would link arms with n, but he, too, was interlacing his fingers with hers.
What Rina found even more unbearable was Yan Xixi’s change of clothes. She was no longer wearing the bright red evening dress and the eye-catching diamond necklace. No, she wore a short-sleeved white shirt, a black skirt, and no stockings. Her snow-white calves were almost blinding.
She wore no jewelry. Her high ponytail exuded a vibrant, youthful energy, making her look like an innocent schoolgirl.
Rina almost felt like vomiting blood. Was this woman doing it on purpose? When I dress up formally, she shows up in sothing grander than an Empress to overshadow . If I opt for a simple, elegant cheongsam, she appears in a white shirt and black skirt, looking more innocent than a young schoolgirl! For won, it’s not about glamour or beauty—it’s youth that’s truly intimidating. She’s clearly not that young anymore, so how can she feign such innocence and adorableness? What’s even more laughable is how she’s clinging to Wan Donglin, all doe-eyed and pitiful, a stark contrast to his tall, imposing figure—a classic older man and young girl act. So infuriating! She felt like she was choking on her own frustration, yet she couldn’t lash out.
She smiled graciously. "It’s an honor to have you both. Please, sit down."
Yan Xixi was even more polite. "I’m the uninvited guest today, so I must first thank Miss Rina for her hospitality. By the way, Miss Rina, you look truly gorgeous today."
"Thank you."
Yan Xixi sat down comfortably. There were only two sets of chopsticks and bowls on the table, so the waitress tactfully went to get another set.
Rina remained polite. "I didn’t know Miss Yan was coming. I’ll order a few more dishes."
During the al, the atmosphere remained quite harmonious. Rina had a lot to say, but her plans were disrupted, leaving her speechless.
In contrast, Wan Donglin and Yan Xixi were chatting and laughing easily.
"The food here is really good. This lobster is so fresh..."
"This soup is also good..."
Yan Xixi tasted her portion of lobster. "I don’t really like this. You have it..."
Then, she casually placed a piece of lobster at from her plate onto Wan Donglin’s. Rina glanced over and saw that Wan Donglin wasn’t surprised at all; he ate it quite naturally.
My heavens. This is Western dining—isn’t hygiene supposed to be important? The real issue is that Wan Donglin seems completely used to it. Her anger flared. She almost cursed aloud: Damn it! Aren’t you afraid of catching sothing? Will you die if you don’t flaunt your affection?!
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