After leaving the villa, Wen Ting drove her Ferrari to the restaurant.
“LJ” had booked a private room at this restaurant. Led by the waiter, Wen Ting walked in on her high heels, radiating confidence.
Inside the private room, Lu Jue was already waiting.
Hearing the sound, he turned around. Their eyes met, and Wen Ting froze.
A stranger’s face—charming and enigmatic.
The words “Sorry, I think I’m in the wrong room” hadn’t even left her mouth when Lu Jue stood up and came forward to greet her.
“You’re here! Come, have a seat.”
Wen Ting: ??
Excuse me?
Who are you? Do I even know you?
Before Wen Ting could snap back to reality, Lu Jue had already pulled out a bouquet of bright roses he’d bought on the way and offered them to her, smiling warmly. “These are for you.”
Wen Ting didn’t take them. She was even more confused now.
She didn’t know this person, but… this person seemed to know her?
Lu Jue was equally confident. Seeing Wen Ting’s bewildered expression, he assumed she was stunned by his good looks. Tsk tsk, this was way too easy!
Done deal!
Wen Ting—his new girlfriend!
Lu Jue was already planning how to post the announcement on his Moments when Wen Ting suddenly spoke up. “Who are you?”
Lu Jue: …
He stared at her in shock. “You don’t know me?”
“Do I… know you?”
Wen Ting studied Lu Jue’s face carefully. Her memory had always been excellent, and she could say with certainty—she didn’t know this person.
“Brother Chu didn’t tell you?” Lu Jue frowned. “If you don’t know me, why would you agree to have dinner with me?”
Who was Brother Chu?
Wen Ting’s mind was in a mess. Faced with Lu Jue’s questioning, she could only explain awkwardly, “I… wanted to invite someone to dinner, and you happened to add me.”
Lu Jue’s frown deepened. She agreed to dinner with someone she didn’t even know? That casual?
He looked at Wen Ting’s stunning face again. Whatever, it didn’t matter.
“Have a seat first.”
Wen Ting hesitated for two seconds before finally stepping forward and sitting down.
Lu Jue pulled out her chair and introduced himself solemnly. “My name is Lu Jue.”
LJ.
Lu Jue.
Great. Absolutely extraordinary indeed!
She was so done!
Wen Ting felt deeply annoyed. Why hadn’t she verified his identity earlier? Where on earth did she get the confidence that Li Jin would take the initiative to add her on WeChat?
“Take a look—what would you like to eat?” Lu Jue handed over the menu.
At this point, Wen Ting had lost all appetite. She didn’t take the menu and forced a faint smile. “I’m fine with anything. You order.”
“Alright.”
Wen Ting looked at the man sitting across from her and asked slowly, “Mr… Mr. Lu, how do you know me? And where did you get my WeChat?”
She glanced at the bright roses on the table.
This Lu Jue—was he interested in her?
Lu Jue didn’t hide anything. “We met before at the bar. Fu Shichu is a friend of mine. I went to Shi Xing today specifically to ask him for your WeChat.”
Fu Shichu! Him again.
Earlier, Li Jin had said Fu Shichu was his friend.
Wen Ting narrowed her eyes slightly. So this guy knew Li Jin too?
Lu Jue’s gaze shifted from the menu to Wen Ting’s face, a charming smile playing on his lips. “This might be a bit forward, but Miss Wen, to be honest—from the moment I first saw you, I’ve been haunted by you for the past two nights. And now I’m even more certain that you’re the one I was destined to spend my life with at first sight.”
Wen Ting: “…”
How to put it? She felt a bit like laughing.
Lu Jue, receiving no response from Wen Ting, furrowed his brows slightly. Shy? Embarrassed? Well, no rush—take it slow.
After ordering a great many dishes, he spoke up again: “Miss Wen, Brother Chu and I are good friends. If anything comes up at the company in the future, or if you need any help, just give me a word.”
“Thank you, but that won’t be necessary.” Wen Ting took a sip of water.
Inwardly, she silently cursed: Who do you think you are! If she had any trouble, her eldest and second brothers would be on the scene in two seconds flat.
Lu Jue clicked his tongue inwardly. Quite the haughty one, isn’t she!
Still, he remained entirely confident. Wen Ting was just putting on airs—she’d latched onto him the moment she entered the circle; inwardly, she must be absolutely thrilled.
The meal came to an end quickly enough. At the moment, all Wen Ting wanted was to go home and find her mother.
Oh.
Her mother was in the Maldives. Not findable.
As she stepped out of the private dining room and opened the door, Wen Ting immediately spotted a familiar figure.
Gu Nanshen and Mu Congya.
The two had just emerged from the private room next door.
Wen Ting’s footsteps halted at once, and she grabbed hold of Lu Jue, who was about to head out.
“Wait a moment.”
Lu Jue was slightly taken aback. “What’s wrong?”
Before leaving, she’d confidently declared in the group chat that Li Jin had invited her to dinner—but the person she’d actually dined with had turned out to be Lu Jue. There was no way Wen Ting would let Gu Nanshen see her like this.
Facing Lu Jue’s puzzled look, she gave an awkward smile and turned her gaze toward the restaurant.
“The roses—I haven’t gotten the roses yet!”
Wen Ting turned around, picked up the roses with a look of distaste, and tidied up their wrapping before asking in a casual tone: “Where did you buy these flowers? They’re pretty fresh!”
Lu Jue narrowed his eyes slightly. Was this a hint for him to send more next time? Women! He played along with Wen Ting’s wishes: “If you like them, I’ll send you some every day from now on.”
“No… no need.”
Absolutely unnecessary.
Wen Ting stared at the flowers for a full two minutes, mentally estimating that Gu Nanshen should have left by now, before finally stepping out of the restaurant.
Downstairs, Lu Jue walked behind her and snapped a photo of Wen Ting’s back as she carried the roses, then sent it to the three-man group chat.
【Brothers, no need for three days—I’ll have this woman in the bag tonight!】
【I’ll set up a gathering in a bit. See you at the usual place!】
A little drink, then a heartfelt confession—tsk, tsk! Locked in.
Lu Jue put away his phone. Wen Ting had already settled the bill at the front desk, and he hurried over. “Hey, why did you pay the bill yourself? How can I let a lady treat on the first meal? How much was it? I’ll transfer it to you.”
“No need.”
Wen Ting’s voice was calm. A few thousand yuan, nothing more.
The smile in Lu Jue’s eyes deepened. He was a player who’d charmed countless women, and he’d seen this kind of tactic plenty of times. Wasn’t she just angling for the next meal?
“Alright, then next time it’s my treat.”
Wen Ting: …
No!
There would be no next time!
Stepping out of the restaurant, the sky outside had already darkened.
Lu Jue walked alongside Wen Ting. “I’ve got a gathering tonight—just Brother Chu and a few of my friends. Want to come along for some fun? I’ll drive you home afterward.”
Wen Ting had been about to refuse—she didn’t want to spend another second with Lu Jue—but upon hearing “a few friends,” she paused to think it over.
They were all from the same circle.
So, Li Jin would be there too, right?
“Fine.”
Wen Ting agreed.
She’d go take a look. If Li Jin wasn’t there, she’d leave.
“Great, I’ll go get the car. Wait for me here.”
“No need. Just send me the address—I drove here myself.”
As they spoke, the two of them walked together toward the nearby parking lot.
When Lu Jue caught sight of Wen Ting’s Ferrari, he was momentarily taken aback.
It wasn’t some limited edition—just a little over a million.
At that moment, Lu Jue found himself sharing Li Jin’s sentiment: a girl from an ordinary family, decked out in designer labels and driving a Ferrari—tsk, tsk, pretty vain, wasn’t she?
Lu Jue had come across women like this before, the type who cared too much about appearances. He’d seen plenty of credit cards maxed out to the limit.
This car was probably financed with a loan.
But it didn’t matter much. Once they were together, he’d be more than happy to spend money on Wen Ting!