Watching that tall and slender figure enter the private room, Yan Luoxi finally removed the duckbill cap covering her face.
She smacked her lips, wondering how she could bump into him everywhere, as if he were a persistent ghost.
“Erluo, there’s a situation,” Tian Lingyun’s sly voice came from beside her.
“Who was that incredibly handsome guy just now?”
Yan Luoxi looked at her almost drooling and said with a smile, “Want to know?
Then order another serving of crayfish.”
“Foodie!” Tian Lingyun’s mouth twitched, and she called the waiter to add another serving of crayfish, looking at her with full expectation, “Can you tell me now?”
Yan Luoxi leisurely wiped her hands with a hot towel, successfully whetting her appetite, and said, “Don’t know him.”
Tian Lingyun almost spat blood, exasperatedly saying, “You don’t know him and yet you made such a big scene, are you messing with me?”
“I was just practicing my acting, I haven’t acted in a long time and I fear I might become rusty, it would be unfair to the audience,” Yan Luoxi said, grinning from ear to ear, which infuriated Tian Lingyun so much she felt like hitting someone.
Tian Lingyun ground her teeth, and just as the waiter was serving the dishes, she hugged a plate of Peking duck to herself, “If you play with me, you get nothing to eat.”
Yan Luoxi saw her childish demeanor and touched her forehead, “He’s just a pedestrian.”
Seeing her disbelief, Yan Luoxi said helplessly, “Fine, he is that ‘Seventh Master’.”
Tian Lingyun put the plate back on the table, looking at her excitedly, “No wonder, I was wondering how you could suddenly be so bold as to kiss a man like that.
That ‘Seventh Master’ is definitely a dragon among men, noble and extraordinary.
Cling tightly to his coattails, and next year’s Best Actress will definitely be you.”
Yan Luoxi: “…”
Only Tian Lingyun could talk about social climbing with such righteous indignation.
La Zhuangzhuang, having washed her hands, passed by their table and heard someone openly discussing clinging to coattails to become the Best Actress.
A trace of sarcasm crossed her brow, feeling that the young girls of today didn’t strive for self-improvement and only knew how to trade their bodies for shortcuts; it was truly contemptible.
La Zhuangzhuang walked elegantly into the private room and immediately saw the handsome man sitting by the window.
He held a cigarette between his fingertips, his movements of inhaling smoke and exhaling lingering clouds both noble and sexy.
Her heart filled with joy, she walked over quickly and sat down opposite him, looking at him with a beaming smile, “Yeqi, when did you get here?”
Li Yeqi tapped the ash off his cigarette, his voice low and faintly hoarse, “Just arrived.”
La Zhuangzhuang’s smile broadened, and even though he was sparing with words facing her, she still felt very satisfied, because only she could be so close to him and only a phone call from her could make him come.
“Just got back to the Imperial Capital, do you feel uncomfortable?”
Li Yeqi looked aloof, “It’s fine.”
“If you’re not used to it, you can tell me.
There have been a lot of changes in the Imperial Capital these past few years.
If you’re not familiar with the roads, it’s easy to get lost while driving,” La Zhuangzhuang said, seductively flicking her long wavy hair that fell over her shoulders.
Li Yeqi carelessly exhaled a stream of smoke, his expression indifferent, “There’s navigation.”
La Zhuangzhuang’s smile on her face slowly stiffened, he kept his promise, took care of her meticulously, and pampered her so much that she almost forgot her own identity, she always felt secretly delighted by this special treatment.
But every time they sat face to face, he would always end the conversation with a single word, and never initiated a new topic on his own.
“Look at my memory, I actually forgot such a high-tech thing, but my schedule is not tight lately, and I can accompany you anytime.” La Zhuangzhuang said with a full smile.
Li Yeqi glanced at her indifferently and put out his cigarette, “Let’s eat.”
He picked up the chopsticks, and the two dined in silence.
La Zhuangzhuang stole glances at him, he used to always have a beard, which gave him a rough and tough manly charm after being seen so much.
Now that he had shaved off his beard, the strong manly charm about him had dissipated, but he gained a few more points of elegant and noble aristocratic air, cold and lofty, unapproachable.
When the meal was one-third finished, La Zhuangzhuang put down her chopsticks, the smile on her face faded, and a few more hints of melancholy appeared on her face.
“Yeqi, I dreamt of Xiyuan last night.”
Li Yeqi’s fingers clutching the chopsticks stiffened, he looked up at the sad woman across him and said hoarsely, “This weekend is the anniversary of his death, I’ll accompany you to see him.”
La Zhuangzhuang lifted her face, her voice wistful and moving, “What should I do?
So many years have passed, but just thinking about him makes my heart ache.
Yeqi, do you think I’ll never get better?”
Li Yeqi put down his chopsticks, his eyes half-closed, his light voice tinged with barely detectable hidden pain, “You’ll get better, Xiaozhuang, time will heal the sorrow in our hearts.”
La Zhuangzhuang looked at that soul-stirring handsome face, she mustered the courage to stand up, walked around the dining table to his side and squatted down, her arms tightly wrapped around his waist.
Maybe it’s because I miss him too much that I’ve been dreaming about him lately.”
Li Yeqi opened his eyes, looking down at La Zhuangzhuang, he placed his hand on her arm, “Xiaozhuang, the dead are gone, the living must look forward.
If Xiyuan knows that you can’t let go of him, he won’t rest in peace in the netherworld either.”
La Zhuangzhuang cast down her gaze, hiding the depth in her eyes, only when Xiyuan was mentioned, would he talk to her more.
This trick really never failed.
She felt the man wanting to push her away, she lifted her face to look at him, pitifully saying, “Yeqi, don’t push me away, I’m really afraid that I’ll break down from missing him.”
Li Yeqi’s bloodshot eyes held not only sorrow but also a touch of everlasting guilt.
He slowly let go of her arm but didn’t push her away as he had thought in his mind.
La Zhuangzhuang breathed out softly, “Thank you, Yeqi, if it weren’t for you by my side these past three years, I would have followed Xiyuan long ago.”
Li Yeqi’s brows sank, and as he was about to reach out to pull her up, the door of the private room was suddenly knocked open.
He looked up, his gaze sharply sweeping over, and froze upon seeing the beautiful face.
His expression slightly stiffened, and his movements froze as well.
Yan Luoxi steadied herself, staring speechlessly at the scene before her.
She wished she could gouge out her eyes, it must have been a streak of extremely bad luck in her past eight lives to do a favor for a sweetie and accidentally barge into this private room, interrupting someone’s good time.
Especially this man, who seemed all too familiar, familiar enough to nearly shake her 300-degree contact lenses out of her eyes, “You, you…”
Li Yeqi raised an eyebrow, “What about us?”