Gu Nuan couldn’t quite articulate it and didn’t know why he suddenly said he wouldn’t accompany her.
Of course, Gu Nuan had long been accustomed to this man’s odd temper. Everything he did, every decision he made, seemed nonsensical, but in reality, he had his own sufficient reasons.
Zhan Dapeng, the driver, seeing Gu Nuan looking so calm, didn’t know what to say and just secretly curled his lips. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹•𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒•𝙣𝙚𝙩
The reason Yebai didn’t go was simple—it was all laid out in front of him.
Because that man had invited her.
If Yebai went , wouldn’t it seem that he was useless in that man’s eyes?
The reason Xiao Yebai finally let his wife go was not only because this competition was crucial for the Zhao Family, but mainly because he saw the outfit his wife planned to wear to the banquet, a white shirt with black trousers—a work outfit, an old lady’s attire.
Little Yebai felt at ease in an instant.
A wife dressed like that was clearly going to talk business, not to meet an admirer.
Probably, that man, seeing his wife dressed like that to meet him—haha, Little Yebai felt an inner burst of joy first.
Zhuang Haoran, specifically chose a very beautiful white suit, pinning a yellow rose of longing to the pocket.
He wore a Swiss diamond gold watch on his wrist, brown hand-crafted Italian leather shoes, a blue checkered diagonal-pattern tie, and a gold clip.
He even had a hairstylist come to Luca’s manor to style his hair personally.
He looked youthful, radiating appealing youthful energy, not seeming thirty but more like twenty.
Zhuang Haoran examined himself in the mirror, never before so concerned about whether he looked old.
Of course, he wasn’t old at all, but having once deceived her about his age, he certainly couldn’t let her misunderstand again.
Luca, dressed in his usual denim outfit, had just tidied his hair slightly and chosen a stylish hat.
Seeing Zhuang Haoran’s meticulous preparations, Luca squinted his eyes and patted his shoulder, "Don’t worry, tonight you will definitely make all the women in the room scream for you."
Zhuang Haoran touched his chest, intending to breathe in and stabilize the anxious heartbeat that had already started.
The two took a jeep to attend the banquet in the city.
The competition was held at the headquarters of the Coffee Association.
The association itself had a building, usually open for members to mingle and entertain. Tonight, as with the past annual arrangements, it was meticulously decorated to welcome all the participants.
There were judges, spectators, and also a buffet, providing complimentary refreshments to the guests present.
After their jeep parked at the entrance of the association, Zhuang Haoran got off and waited at the door.
Worried that she might not know the way, he sent her several messages in rapid succession.
Gu Nuan soon replied, sending him just one message, saying, "No problem."
It seemed someone was accompanying her.
Was it that man on the plane who claimed to be her husband? Zhuang Haoran wondered.
His expression instantly turned solemn, which Luca found peculiar.
Zhan Dapeng, following the guidance of the locals, drove to the venue of tonight’s competition.
He let the two ladies get off at the entrance first.
Gu Nuan and Zhong Qiaohui got out of the car.
Zhuang Haoran spotted her in the crowd and was dumbfounded.
Little Yebai’s heart was jubilantly rejoicing. He was right to rejoice.
Zhuang Haoran really hadn’t anticipated that she would come dressed to accept his invitation here.
Luca, blinking next to him and following Zhuang Haoran’s gaze to Gu Nuan, was even more surprised, "Haoran, this lady is—"