On Friday night, as usual, Li Yan is supposed to return to his father-in-law’s ho with Zhang Yurong to put on a show of affection. This ti, because of the previous hotel incident, although they had been comforted over the phone, the matter is considered past, but the father and mother-in-law are still very worried about them. Learning that their daughter rushed over for the company first and their son-in-law followed for her company, Zhang Tianyi and his wife are greatly comforted.
Driving back ho, as always, Li Yan is behind the wheel with Zhang Yurong sitting beside him, but the warmth they showed at the father-in-law’s house is completely different from the usual cold silence between them now.
About last night’s incident, Li Yan felt there was no need to explain, so a day went by without ntioning it to Zhang Yurong. But going back with this atmosphere feels dull, even ntioning work might interest her, but it bores him first.
"Haha... I wonder if it’s because I’ve acted in this ’theater’ too many tis, the familiar environnt and scene have made feel that my acting is getting better and better, often carrying the style of Uncle Wei!"
Theater? Acting?
Is ho a theater, and life an act?
Zhang Yurong found it a bit sad, silently watching him, barely interested in replying to such a joke.
"You should say: Too bad you don’t have the lancholy and captivating eyes of Uncle Liang Chaowei! Then I would say, actually, sotis I’m like Uncle Fan Wei being simple and honest, and other tis like Uncle Zeng Zhiwei being responsible for laughter. Hahaha..." She didn’t reply, so Li Yan had to continue the joke himself.
"Cold joke, isn’t it funny?"
Zhang Yurong originally felt a bit bleak and was secretly bitterly smiling. Seeing Li Yan continue with the joke on his own, with a bit of self-mockery, she couldn’t help but feel a bit strange, thinking, is he deliberately making jokes... to make happy?
She found it a bit incredible, this man who is lazy, unambitious, and frivolous, never... Alright, even if he cared a few tis, but it seed he never tried to make happy before, right?
"Uh...no, it’s very funny... ha, haha." Zhang Yurong, lacking experience with this, hurriedly responded, with the mindset of not wanting to discourage others’ effort, she forced a smile.
Her attitude instead amused Li Yan: "You’re too kind, such a feedback is just what a punchline needs."
Zhang Yurong felt a bit embarrassed, realizing her words seed too forced. However, she quickly composed her thoughts, "No, I think... although you are not as passionate and handso as Liang Chaowei, you are taller than Zeng Zhiwei and slimr than Fan Wei."
"Hmm, listening to your description, it sounds a bit like Liu Yiwei."
"Who is Liu Yiwei?"
"Compared to Liang Chaowei, he’s one of the less impressive ones."
"Oh."
After finishing this conversation, they fell silent again.
The atmosphere was a bit more lively, and Li Yan decided to bring up last night’s matter.
"Last night, I t with two groups of friends, initially a few were guys, and they drank white liquor. Later, there were five or six people, and they were just drinking so ordinary foreign liquor, but one guy wanted to show off, so he got everyone to order two bottles of Louis XIII and a bottle of ’82 Lafite. He was all about bragging about the etiquette and tasting of drinking red wine, so to spite him, I drank the most hastily. Eventually, it got quite late, I might have had issues driving, and it was inconvenient to have others drive ho, so I stayed at a friend’s place."
"Ah? Oh... It’s fine."
Zhang Yurong was surprised to hear him explaining to her, although she pretended to be indifferent, this whole day the incident was on her mind, and hearing his explanation made her feel more at ease. Did this guy drink so much white liquor, red wine, and brandy, didn’t his stomach get upset?
The ridiculous thing was, he didn’t drink for enjoynt or social purposes but to spite soone making them buy expensive liquor and then drinking to make them feel bad; she really didn’t know what to say about that.
"Next ti sothing like this happens... I’ll inform you beforehand."
"Alright." Zhang Yurong nodded in satisfaction, silently thinking, I won’t stop you from having fun, but not coming ho without a word really is disrespectful. Next ti, don’t mix drinks like that; it’s hard on the body."
"Don’t worry, it’s only mixed in the stomach."
"..."
Perhaps because they never communicated like this before, even though they’ve taken a step forward, it still felt unnatural, not even as casual as among friends.
...
On Saturday morning, while Li Yan was still having breakfast, he received a ssage from Yu Xiaodi.
"Yan GG, I didn’t go ho; there’s a tennis match this morning, and I’m playing. Do you want to co watch?"
A tennis match? Is it one of those university student-organized ones? What’s so interesting about that? As he was about to reply and refuse, telling her to be careful on her own, another ssage popped up, still from Yu Xiaodi.
"Not coming? I knew you’d say that. Don’t be an! You’re resting anyway; at your age, you’re probably either playing gas or flirting with won, what else could you be doing? Oh, right, you like going to the movies alone, hehe... Lonely people are shaful! Co out and play; you’re not that old. Co and soak up so youthful spirit."
Li Yan looked at it; she had even learned to analyze, predicting he would refuse her. Watching her words, Li Yan thought it might be fine to go since he was bored anyway. As for soaking up youthful spirit... He touched his face; am I really that old?
After breakfast, he tidied himself a bit, shaved, and drove to S University to soak up so youthful spirit. As for Yu Xiaodi’s safety, he wasn’t too worried.
Having experienced twice, he didn’t believe Yu Hong and his wife would be so careless again. Zhou Yunfei’s people probably wouldn’t be so incompetent to lose track of soone in broad daylight.
He inford Yu Xiaodi over the phone and found out she was already at the school tennis court, so he drove directly there.
"Hey!" As Li Yan got out of the car, Yu Xiaodi suddenly popped up from nowhere, slapped him on the shoulder, and shouted.
"Hehe, did I scare you?"
Seeing her cheerful and excited look, Li Yan shrugged, "Scared, no, just shocked by your outfit."
At the mont, Yu Xiaodi was wearing her hair in a simple ponytail with a tennis cap and a custom-fitted sports outfit, looking like a vibrant, youthful sunshine girl. The only slightly shocking part was her shirt—one side with a short sleeve and the other with a long sleeve.
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