Lu Yuan then reached into the pocket of his shirt to pull out a bloodied business card, put it on top of the table with two fingers pressed on it, and shifted it in front of Yue Ran.
What was printed on the business card was Yue Ran's name and her occupation. The bloody red color of blood, which had long dried up, happened to fall on the picture of her face on the business card, which made her photo look a little weird.
Yue Ran lifted up the hair that fell down her back to rest it on one shoulder, and she uttered the following words with a smile as gentle as the sound of her voice: "Lu Yuan, we all have our own secrets, do we not?"
The young woman then proceeded to stretch out her hand to cover the young man's own, their skins touching each other.
The two looked very much like a young couple with an ideally loving and close relationship.
"Yes, I am going to treat you all to dinner today, so shall we go together?" Cheng Ying asked the friends around him with a smile. "And ah, I have already made reservations at the restaurant that I want us to go to. I used to be alone, so now I am especially glad that everyone is willing to be friends with me. As a way to express my gratitude, I would like to invite you all for a meal."
In order to give his parents some so-called face, Cheng Ying specially invited his new classmates and friends to have dinner together.
The parents of the young man were certainly shocked and stunned when they learned of such news. They had no idea and did not expect that their son would learn to socialize and even be able to pick up social skills after he returned home this time.
Although startled, the two were still very much in favor of this kind of face-saving thing and strongly supported this plan. And as Cheng Ying had already expected, his parents immediately gave him a lot of money and even insisted that he book a better restaurant when inviting his friends for a meal.
So, in the end, what led him to choose to go to this French restaurant?
The young man had decided on this French restaurant because he had once seen the introduction brochure of the restaurant at Yue Ran's house, which was placed on the bookshelf along with other promotional brochures.
More importantly, the introductory brochure of the restaurant appeared to have been read many times due to the folds and the slight fading of color. Thus, Cheng Ying could only draw the conclusion that Yue Ran must have liked this restaurant very much. So here the young man was, with his group of alleged friends.
What Yue Ran likes will always be viewed as good in the eyes of Cheng Ying. Although the young man was trying hard and putting in his best efforts to pretend to be a helpful, affable, and good citizen who functions normally and fits in well with society, Yue Ran was undoubtedly still the pillar of support in Cheng Ying's heart.
In a short while, Cheng Ying and his friends walked into the French restaurant together. The young man had booked a table on the second floor, and the waiter was in the process of escorting them up to their reserved table.
On the way, one of the members of the clique unintentionally bumped into the back of Cheng Ying, and he quickly whispered an apology. Cheng Ying turned around to face him and reassured him it was all right, but his body froze on the spot when his eyes incidentally caught sight of an unexpectedly familiar individual settled down on one of the restaurant tables.
One of his friends asked, "Cheng Ying, what is wrong?"
"Do you recognize anyone here?" Another one of his friends inquired curiously.
When his friend shook his arm, Cheng Ying immediately snapped back to his senses. The young man was unable to hide the stiffness of his limbs and the daze in his expression for a brief moment, which led his other friends to stop in place and look at the young man in question just .
"No… I am fine," Cheng Ying answered slowly. It was a delayed reply. "It may just be due to low blood sugar, so I felt a little dizzy and lightheaded for a second."
"Are you all right?" A friend asked in worry. "Quick, you should eat candy or anything else that is sweet right now." Follow current novels on Nove1Fire.net
The classmates were shocked when they noticed that Cheng Ying's face had turned extremely pale, and even his forehead was practically dripping with sweat. In a bit of a panic, they hurriedly came closer to the young man to assist him in standing up, fearing that the young man may suddenly fall over or collapse at any moment if he were to make a move.
"I, I am fine," Cheng Ying said as he deftly deflected and dodged their touches and held in a way that was completely natural and did not cause anyone offense. "Let us go. Sorry for making you guys worry about me."
Cheng Ying took a few deep breaths and then quickly acted as though he had finally felt much better and was instantly well after a while. In fact, all he was trying to do was resist and fight the overwhelming impulse in his head to look for Yue Ran.
The young man even forced himself to steel his neck to prevent himself from turning his head back to look at the young woman, and then he proceeded to follow his alleged friends upstairs to the second floor.
Cheng Ying: Now is not the time to look for Yue Ran, not when I have yet to achieve or accomplish anything.
Meanwhile, Yue Ran propped up her chin on the fist of her hand.