With that thought, her tense expression completely relaxed.
During dinner, the greeter who had mentioned taking their picture came over with the photographer. Ye Ning had assumed the man who hadn’t taken it seriously would refuse, but surprisingly, he cooperated with Xiaobao and her, posing for several photos taken by the photographer.
After capturing the photos, the photographer’s eyes lit up as he looked at the few in his hand, "Sir, this photo of you and your son is the most beautiful one I’ve taken tonight. It seems that tonight’s winner will definitely be you."
Ou Mucen glanced at the photo, briefly scanning it before tucking it away, "No need for the prize, but thank you for taking these photos for us tonight. Here, apart from the bill, the rest is for you," he said.
After speaking, he took out a card from his wallet and handed it over.
Is it trendy now to tip with bank cards? How wealthy is he?
Ye Ning’s mouth hung open in disbelief at what she was seeing.
The photographer and greeter grabbed the bank card from the young man’s hand almost as if they were stealing it, "Thank you so much, sir. Don’t worry, whether you participate or not, we’ll still give you the prize."
Then, they walked away as if possessed, cradling the bank card.
Inside, Ye Ning was green with envy, "How much did you tip them?"
"Not much, just tens of thousands!"
Tens of thousands... just like that!
Ye Ning felt like spitting blood, glaring at him with her slightly rosy cheeks flushed from the wine, all expressions of dissatisfaction, "You’re really too generous to others. I’m your assistant, and I only make a little over ten thousand a month, yet you tip a few service staff with tens of thousands in one go."
Ou Mucen held the photos, his gaze deep as he looked at her, "What? You think your salary’s too low?"
Ye Ning threw caution to the wind, "What do you think?"
The man pondered for a moment, "Then how about this? If you take on the additional job of cleaning my house, I’ll add another ten thousand to your pay."
This evil capitalist, this exploiter!
Why doesn’t he drop dead?
Ye Ning ignored him and continued to focus on her meal.
The man across from her saw that she was ignoring him, her cheeks puffed with irritation as she buried her head in her food. He too lowered his gaze to the two photos in his hand.
One was of the three of them together, and the other was just him with the child.
If the greeter had said downstairs that he and the child looked alike, and he wasn’t too sure when he saw the small face, now, as he compared himself and the child side by side, he could definitely see they had the exact same eyes.
Indeed, the child’s most similar feature to his was the eyes!
He remembered his mother once said that when he was born, his eyes were also very beautiful, and his grandfather’s favoritism towards him was largely due to these eyes.
But now, he seemed to see a reflection of his younger self in this child.
Stunning double eyelids, within them, a pair of gleaming black pupils, like the vast night sky—focused, they were like clear water, twinkling like stars.
If there had to be something different between his own eyes and those of the child, it was that his eyes, after experiencing so much of the world, had grown to include the shrewdness of human relationships and a cold indifference.
Whereas these remained untainted, a vision of pure innocence...