Fu Shiyan didn’t want to discuss Qing Yue, and Duan Jianchuan had nothing more to say.
Soon enough, the group drove to Jiaoyang Temple.
When Jiangli got in the car, she saw Duan Jianchuan and Wen Zishu, her eyebrows raised slightly, but she didn’t think much of it and asked, "President Fu, where would you like to dine?"
"Today we’ll go to a new place, owned by a friend of mine," Fu Shiyan sat next to Jiangli, their arms nearly touching, looking quite close.
Jiangli nodded indifferently.
Fu Shiyan’s friend had opened a new restaurant and invited many friends, including Fu Shiyan, to add to the liveliness.
It was said to be a French restaurant.
Jiangli had never tried it before and was suddenly interested.
Fu Shiyan’s friends were all top-notch wealthy individuals. Even if the restaurant was just for fun, it would still be top-notch luxury.
Such occasions also equated to gatherings and networking among the wealthy.
Being one of the top elites, Fu Shiyan immediately became the center of attention.
The men wanted to get close to Fu Shiyan and build connections, even if it meant pushing their female companions forward.
Jiangli was looking around for the food when she suddenly felt a tight grip around her waist.
Turning her head, she saw Fu Shiyan wrapping his arm around her, smiling at the person in front of them, and saying, "My fiancée is right here."
When Jiangli turned to look at the man and woman opposite her, she immediately understood.
Once again, she had become Fu Shiyan’s shield.
But, who could she blame when she owed Fu Shiyan a favor.
Keeping in mind the fortune involved, Jiangli gave a slight smile.
Looking at Jiangli’s beautiful face, the man opposite Fu Shiyan immediately understood, had his female companion leave, took up a glass of wine, and offered it to Fu Shiyan, "Third Brother, when did you get a fiancée without telling us? Almost caused a misunderstanding, correct?"
Fu Shiyan took the wine glass with a light smile, remaining silent.
He wasn’t very familiar with the man in front of him and rarely attended such events.
The intimate way of calling him ’Third Brother’ was nothing but an attempt to get closer.
Seeing the situation, Wen Zishu immediately laughed and pulled the man away, his eyes scanning Jiangli, "Third Brother has to accompany his sister-in-law. If you want to drink, I’ll drink with you. Come on, let’s have a good time over there!"
Wen Zishu was well-versed in these kinds of events and effortlessly drew away many individuals who sought to come over, without drawing any attention.
Then there was Duan Jianchuan, standing like a guardian deity by Fu Shiyan’s side, which deterred many from approaching.
Fu Shiyan and Jiangli took their seats at a table in a corner.
Catching Jiangli’s eager gaze as she surveyed the surroundings, Fu Shiyan smiled slightly, called the waiter over and asked them to start with some delicacies.
As soon as the food was served, Jiangli’s spirits were lifted, no longer interested in the handsome men, beautiful women, or the unique décor of the room.
Only the food brought a smile to her lips.
Fu Shiyan found himself feeling happy just watching Jiangli eat. He smiled faintly, sliced the steak for Jiangli and placed it in front of her, poured some red wine, and urged her to try it, showing considerable tenderness and thoughtfulness.
Duan Jianchuan, standing beside, twitched his face; he had never seen ’Third Brother’ be so attentive and considerate.
While Jiangli and Fu Shiyan were enjoying their meal, in a dimly lit place on the outskirts of the city, the air was rife with the smell of blood.
Qing Yue’s figure agilely landed behind some bushes. He lowered his head to look at his right arm.
On his arm, a large patch resembling the scars left by sulfuric acid eroded flesh, fresh blood mixed with the burnt tissue, clinging to the wound, looking quite horrifying.
Qing Yue cursed inwardly and quickly looked behind him.
In front of the shrubs, there was just a wide-open space with seemingly no one around.
Qing Yue frowned, not daring to relax his guard, and turned to leave.
The next second, a shadow appeared before him.
Qing Yue’s expression darkened, even the teardrop mark at the corner of his eye took on a chillier air.