"Suddenly, I think you’re making sense," said Luo Qianqian as they entered the hotel, and He Wenyu tugged at Luo Qianqian’s sleeve, speaking softly.
"What?" Luo Qianqian looked at He Wenyu, her face showing some confusion.
He Wenyu pouted and glanced around, "I feel like I should have worn a different outfit..."
Look at that woman over there wearing a short skirt, her neck so exposed she must feel cold. I’ve been in long sleeves and pants for half a month now, looking at their outfits literally sends a shiver down my spine; then there’s the man walking on the other side—suit and tie, looking all grand. Then look at us, aside from Jimo Cheng whose clothes are obviously expensive, the three of us are all in sportswear!
"As long as you’re happy with what you wear, why bother with others? Living for other people’s gaze is exhausting," Luo Qianqian said with a smile. "If you like, I could take you to get changed into something like what they’re wearing." She had noticed a designer store next to them on the drive over.
"Forget it..." He Wenyu waved her hand dismissively. Change into that? She’d rather go naked; wearing something like that is practically the same as being undressed, not warm at all, and the fabric clings tightly, how could one enjoy a good feast comfortably?
Luo Qianqian laughed lightly, a knowing look in her eyes, "Right, being yourself is the most comfortable."
He Wenyu pursed her lips. Really? Are you being yourself now? Aside from the occasional lapse in composure, the rest of the time you’re all smiles without showing your teeth, so graceful that it makes me feel like a total clod. Of course, she also noticed that Luo Qianqian only behaved that way in front of Jimo Cheng.
She couldn’t help but feel sorry for Luo Qianqian. Isn’t it tiring living like this? In a way, she liked Xu Tianyi more. Because when Luo Qianqian was with him, she was herself.
Before they could get on the elevator, He Wenyu’s phone rang. Looking at the name on the screen, she turned to see Zhao Wenxuan, who hadn’t yet entered the hotel. After answering the call and giving their location, the four of them stopped to wait for him.
When Zhao Wenxuan arrived, he tensed up at the sight of Lin Jiayou, then his eyes fell on the familiar short figure and another man he didn’t know but felt was trouble.
Luo Qianqian couldn’t help but stifle a laugh upon seeing Zhao Wenxuan’s outfit. Was he too nervous?
He wore a suit obviously too small, trying hard to comb his hair into a greasy, mature look. Was it because of the dining spot?
"Xiao Yu." Seeing the others, Zhao Wenxuan still made a point to greet He Wenyu first, then tightly held her hand.
Luo Qianqian noticed a moment of stiffness cross He Wenyu’s face.
"This is Qianqian, someone you know, Brother Jiayou, who you also know, and Qianqian’s senior." He Wenyu released Zhao Wenxuan’s hand and introduced him calmly.
But she was careful not to specifically introduce Jimo Cheng.
"Let’s go," said Jimo Cheng, nodding to Luo Qianqian and then heading for the elevator.
Luo Qianqian calmly took He Wenyu’s arm. Showing off a romantic relationship in front of her? Don’t even think about it! Especially not you, a mama’s boy scumbag!!!
Everyone followed Jimo Cheng, clueless about where they were going.
Only to see Jimo Cheng pressing the button for the top floor; Luo Qianqian pressed her jumping brow, hoping it wasn’t as extravagant as she feared.
Upon seeing the revolving restaurant upon exiting, Luo Qianqian finally breathed a sigh of relief. She almost thought Jimo Cheng would book an entire presidential suite...
"Miss Luo’s reservation," Jimo Cheng said with ease as they arrived at the restaurant’s entrance.
Then, to the amazement of everyone, watched as the server removed the ’closed’ sign to let them in and then closed the restaurant’s doors.
??? Luo Qianqian stepped up to Jimo Cheng, "Senior Brother, don’t tell me you reserved the entire place?"
"Of course, this is the most relaxing way to reserve," Jimo Cheng said with a smile. "The pufferfish here is very fresh, and the texture is great. Jin Yuee should eat plenty."
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Watching as the three remaining people kept a slight distance from the other two, observing the surroundings, Jimo Cheng softly called out Luo Qianqian’s name.
For some reason, hearing her name made Luo Qianqian’s face flush red instantly, then she nodded, "I will definitely eat more, and you should too, senior brother."
Then she watched him enter the private room directly. The room had a round table with six chairs arranged around it. After some hesitation, Luo Qianqian still chose to sit next to him.
He Wenyu was startled for a moment, then quickly stepped forward to enter the private room and sat next to Luo Qianqian.
Lin Jiayou was a step slower. Seeing that there were already people on either side of Luo Qianqian, he didn’t want to compete with Zhao Wenxuan, the kid, so he just sat on the other side of Jimo Cheng.
Although Zhao Wenxuan was the last to enter the private room, he still chose to sit next to He Wenyu since his options were limited to two spots.
A server came in with two menus, then left.
Luo Qianqian wore a look of utter bewilderment.
Jimo Cheng explained with a smile, "I’ve already set the menu. We can see if there’s anything you particularly like and add it on."
Luo Qianqian opened her mouth, then nodded, watching as Jimo Cheng attentively opened the menu for her.
She thought to herself, "This isn’t Capital City, is it? Right? Why is senior brother so familiar with this place??? "
Without hesitation, Luo Qianqian ordered dessert, then discussed with He Wenyu and ordered different drinks. The two of them could also swap and taste each other’s.
Feeling ignored, Lin Jiayou bluntly said, "Qianqian, I want to drink alcohol. Is there anything good?"
Luo Qianqian looked at him as if he were an idiot, and he scratched his head, confused, "What’s wrong?"
"Have I ever drunk before? You’re asking me how it tastes? Could you ask a question that makes a bit more sense, please?" Luo Qianqian glanced at him sideways, but since Lin Jiayou was already of age, she really didn’t care whether he drank or not.
"Eating pufferfish with sake or plum wine is quite nice," Jimo Cheng interjected with a smile. "We’ll order one of each to try."
Seeing the curious look in Luo Qianqian’s eyes, Jimo Cheng smiled, "I haven’t tried it; it’s something my grandfather mentioned. If it’s for you, I recommend starfruit juice; it’s a flavor you like."
Luo Qianqian looked at Jimo Cheng skeptically; she didn’t even know what flavors she liked, okay? But she obediently ordered a glass, now curious because of his suggestion.
"Is there anything else? Why is it all Western food and such?" He Wenyu asked, puzzled as he looked at the menu.
Luo Qianqian looked at her own menu—it was clearly Japanese cuisine...
But still, the desserts would be little cakes, yes.
"Usually, this place follows a Western or Japanese theme, and it changes every day, but since we’ve booked the place today, they can prepare anything," Jimo Cheng explained with a laugh.
"Then I’ll have the fried shrimp tempura, it looks really tasty in anime," He Wenyu quickly said.
"Anime, huh... I want to eat katsudon..." Luo Qianqian covered her mouth and giggled, "Wouldn’t that be quite fitting with the earlier context?"
(In Japanese anime and TV dramas, they always seem to give pork cutlet bowls to the criminals in the police station...)
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