Inside the quiet room, not many words were exchanged, making it inevitably cold.
Yu Gangan could have endless conversations with the two men separately, but when they were together, she didn’t know what to say.
In fact, to lighten the atmosphere, her smile had almost gone stiff.
When the waiter placed a bottle of red wine on the table, Yu Gangan gasped, “We all drove here. It’s best if we don’t drink.”
A smile remained on He Shigui’s face as he turned the revolving tray in the middle, “Since we’re treating a guest, it’s only natural to have some red wine.”
He picked up the bottle and poured two glasses like a host serving his guest, “No need to be polite, Mr. Fang.”
He Shigui’s intent was obvious: he did not want Fang Zhihan to pay.
At the same time, he wanted to draw a line between them and Fang Zhihan.
Fang Zhihan’s lips curved upwards slightly with an ambiguous smile like he had seen through everything.
Maintaining his cold exterior, he said with deep meaning, “My woman is strict, she instructed me not to drink and drive.”
He Shigui smiled without a word and stopped pushing Fang Zhihan to drink.
Yu Gangan naturally understood who he was referring to, “…”
How could he mention his woman? What if her teacher asked him who this woman was? How would he respond?
Moreover, was it really such a good idea to hint this stuff in front of her teacher and display such affection?
After a simple conversation, the room fell silent again. Fortunately, a waiter entered at this time.
After the food was served, He Shigui lifted his wine glass and said to Fang Zhihan, “Since you can’t have wine, Mr. Fang, then have some juice. Let me toast you for taking care of my Gangan during this time and for saving her yesterday.”
After speaking, he emptied the wine down his throat regardless of Fang Zhihan’s attitude.
Fang Zhihan smiled lightly, “I already told you it was only right for me to do it…Things shouldn’t be so clear between us.”
Fang Zhihan laughed on the inside. [His Gangan?]
He sure knew how to make himself sound important.
Yu Gangan, who was in the middle of drinking some chicken soup, choked a little. Why did their conversation sound so strange?
After drinking the wine, He Shigui handed Yu Gangan another bowl of soup with a smile, “You haven’t recovered from your cold and fever yesterday. Drink some soup to warm your stomach.”
Yu Gangan smiled, “Thank you, Master Handsome.”
Fang Zhihan leaned back handsomely and said in a casual tone, “My woman loves this soup the most.”
He then looked at Yu Gangan, as if to say, ‘I specifically ordered this for you’.
When facing He Shigui, Yu Gangan was calm and casual, but when she faced Fang Zhihan, she blushed and her heart raced.
Flustered from the teasing, she carefully looked at He Shigui.
A slight smile appeared in He Shigui’s eyes, before he resumed his usual calm, “Brat, I’m sorry, but I just remembered that you don’t like this kind of soup.”
Yu Gangan: “…”
Were they talking about the same person?
They were apparently both talking about her.
Why did one say she loved the soup, while the other said she didn’t like it? She didn’t actually love nor hate it.
If she still couldn’t sense the disturbance between the two, then she was no longer the usually observant Yu Gangan.