He played his cards with a fait accompli, the words "girlfriend" already out there; even if Su Yao did not want to help, she had no choice now.
Before they had even started their meal, Lu Ci’s phone rang; it was his dad calling.
Lu Ci frowned as he answered, but before he could say anything, he heard the person on the other end barrage him with questions: "Uncle Hu said he saw you out with your girlfriend having a meal? Since when did you have a girlfriend, and how come I didn’t know? Bring her home for dinner tonight!"
Lu Ci: "..."
Do middle-aged men really exchange information just as quickly as middle-aged women who love to gather and gossip about things?
"Dad." Lu Ci gave a helpless wry smile: "We’ve only just started dating; isn’t it a bit early to bring her home?"
"What’s the big deal? I’ll give her a red envelope! That settles it then, I’ve canceled my dinner plans tonight, I’ll be waiting at home for you!"
The call ended abruptly as the phone was hung up, leaving Lu Ci repeatedly saying "hello" before he took a deep breath to calm himself down.
"What’s wrong?" Su Yao seemed to sense that something was amiss and cautiously asked.
Lu Ci wanted to speak out but stopped himself, not wanting to bring her home, but knowing all too well what his father’s temper was like.
If the old man found out he was lying to him, without a doubt, from tomorrow on, the arranged dates wouldn’t stop coming.
This old man was now desperate for a grandchild, influenced by Fu Yu’an, believing all the world’s children were as adorable and well-behaved.
After much hesitation, Lu Ci finally spoke, "Would you mind joining me for dinner tonight?"
"I do mind, very much so."
"What if there was money involved? A large sum." Lu Ci persisted, "One meal, Miss Su, would you do me the honor?"
"Are you slowly boiling a frog in warm water? Tricking me bit by bit? Do you think I look like someone who needs money? Who do you think you are contemptuous towards?"
"One thousand."
Su Yao: "..."
"Two thousand?"
Su Yao: "..."
"Three thousand!"
Su Yao: "Deal."
Money talks. If you can’t push the millstone, it just means the money isn’t enough; just add more until it is.
To earn three thousand just for having dinner, and that’s after-tax money, anyone who wouldn’t take that deal is a fool.
Su Yao looked at him seriously: "Pay half before the meal; I’m afraid you’ll go back on your word."
Young Master Lu, who had never been spoken to like this in his life, signed a check in front of her, and in a gesture of sincerity, gave her the entire three thousand.
Su Yao happily took the check and snapped a photo to send to Su Wanxin, asking: "Is there anything you want, baby? Sis will buy it for you!"
Su Wanxin replied confusedly: "Weren’t you going on vacation? Why are you taking on a case again?"
Su Yao: "No, it’s just dinner tonight with someone."
Su Wanxin: "..."
Su Wanxin: "Has something come up at home lately? If you’re short on cash, you can tell me..."
Had she fallen on such hard times to earn money by accompanying drinks; wasn’t that too miserable?
Su Yao: "No, it’s not that. I’m just having dinner with Lu Ci tonight, and he is the one who begged me."
Seeing this, Su Wanxin shut her eyes and thought to herself it was a done deal, she had been schemed.
Was Lu Ci’s money that easy to earn? Although Su Wanxin didn’t know Lu Ci well, she at least had some understanding of Fu Shihan.
Birds of a feather flock together. What kind of dinner could make Lu Ci willingly fork out three thousand? Was this actually some kind of a trap?
Feeling uneasy, Su Wanxin didn’t want to dampen Su Yao’s spirits, so she could only caution her to be careful.
After finishing their lunch, Su Yao and Lu Ci went back to Fu Group to find Fu Shihan.
By this time, Fu Shihan had finished his work and returned. Seeing the two of them come together, he smiled with interest and asked, "Was the steak delicious?"