"Where do you see that they’re a match made in heaven? He Nan is several years older than Mianmian—they’re not compatible at all. It’s like an old cow eating tender grass," Lu Siyuan was getting a bit anxious. It had only been two years, and Mianmian was just nineteen. How could she have fallen for him so quickly?
He had thought that missing two years was okay, that as long as he worked hard, he could eventually make up for the lost time, and they would never be apart again.
To his surprise, He Nan had actually started dating Shen Mianmian.
He had noticed before that He Nan treated Shen Mianmian differently. He didn’t expect his guess to be spot on.
That shameless old man, Shen Mianmian is only nineteen. How could he have made his move on her?
The more Lu Siyuan thought about it, the darker his expression became.
Yang Xiaoxi was scared by his expression and didn’t dare to say anything, just quietly tugging at Shen Mianmian’s sleeve.
"He Nan is only a few years older than me, calling it an old cow eating tender grass is a bit of an exaggeration," Shen Mianmian said indifferently. She wasn’t afraid of Lu Siyuan, nor was she afraid of his anger.
Her relationship with He Nan was a matter between them two, and it didn’t need anyone’s approval.
"Mianmian, did you get tricked by He Nan’s sweet talk?" Lu Siyuan was somewhat angry now. He thought Shen Mianmian was being too rash, "I admit that He Nan is very outstanding, but the He Family isn’t just anybody. The prestige they hold in Beijing, you probably don’t realize, right? He Nan’s business is even expanding abroad now. Do you think you can enter the He Family’s gates? Will the He Family agree?"
"I have a sense of proportion in these matters. Please, let’s just enjoy our meal since we hardly get to meet and not let this turn into a disagreement," Shen Mianmian lowered her head to eat, not angry or anxious, and it was clear that she hadn’t taken Lu Siyuan’s words to heart.
After staring at her for a while, Lu Siyuan slowly suppressed his emotions and asked earnestly, "Mianmian, have you not distinguished between liking someone and feeling grateful? Are you mistaking gratitude for affection?"
Having said that, he waited with an expectant look on his face.
Shen Mianmian put down her chopsticks and replied seriously, "Siyuan, I’ve matured earlier than most kids my age, and I am a person with my own opinions. You know this. I’m with He Nan simply because I like him, and that has nothing to do with anything else. I don’t know what the future holds with him, but right now, I truly want to have a serious relationship with him."
Her feelings for He Nan were an indisputable fact.
As for those who doubted, asking if she would still like him if He Nan weren’t wealthy—it was a question that didn’t need answering.
In other words, if she weren’t so smart or was as meek as before, would He Nan like her?
Liking someone is just that, without so many what-ifs.
"I understand," Lu Siyuan said with a face full of disappointment, losing the appetite to eat. "I’m done eating. I’ll take my leave first; you two enjoy your meal!"
After speaking, he picked up his lunch box and swiftly left. He had waited two years, hoped for two years, and this was the outcome—Lu Siyuan was close to losing his temper. He needed some time alone to cool down.
"Mianmian, that kid seems pretty hurt!" Yang Xiaoxi said, watching Lu Siyuan’s retreating figure and clicking her tongue twice.
Shen Mianmian sighed, "He has a strong ability to heal himself; he’ll be fine soon."
After being apart for two years, she had thought he had long since forgotten about her. It was frustrating that this guy was still hung up on her.