"Wow... ... a giant lobster."

"Abalone."

"Take more, take more. I told you the treatment wouldn't be bad if you followed along."

“... ..."

Once inside the restaurant, Yang Meina and He Yi left on their own to find some delicious food, living quite carefree.

Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue found some food and chose a corner to sit down, looking at the people in the restaurant as if the outside world had nothing to do with them.

Zhong Tingyue brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, suddenly noticing a burning gaze. Turning around, she was met with a pair of eyes like those of a hungry wolf. She rolled her eyes and said, "What are you doing?"

"Tsk tsk tsk..." Chu Fang clicked his tongue, making no attempt to hide his admiration for his girlfriend. "Ms. Zhong, you look absolutely stunning today, like a fairy."

"...Was I not pretty before?"

"All I can say is that there is a gap."

In her daily life, Zhong Tingyue rarely dresses up. She wears jeans, t-shirts, and flat shoes, prioritizing comfort and ease. But today, she appears to have dressed up carefully, with light blush on her pink lips and a delicate fragrance emanating from her.

She exudes both a regal and innocent aura.

It struck a chord with Chu Fang.

"Tch!" Zhong Tingyue scoffed, "A lecherous scoundrel."

Chu Fang lowered his voice and whispered in Zhong Tingyue's ear, "I'm only attracted to you."

Warm breath tickled her ear, and along with those provocative words, a blush crept onto Zhong Tingyue's face. She glanced around furtively, relieved to see no one was watching them.

He then bumped his head against Chu Fang's forehead, making a soft sound: "Hmph! It's not for you to see."

"If you're not showing it to me, then who are you showing it to?" Chu Fang touched his forehead, suddenly remembered something, and realized, "Oh, you're showing it to Zhang Yan, afraid of losing face in front of her, that scheming woman! That red Maserati must be expensive, right?"

"It costs three thousand a day to rent it, it hurts my heart." Zhong Tingyue's lips twitched as she recalled this, and she tugged at her silk dress: "This outfit cost over ten thousand yuan."

Zhong Tingyue thought for a moment. Since she was already the victor, she didn't need to avoid the loser, Zhang Yan. Since Zhang Yan dared to have feelings for her boyfriend, she should also act like a girlfriend.

Therefore, he dressed up specially to dazzle everyone and rented a Maserati to avoid being outdone.

She was like a well-bred young lady from a wealthy family.

Chu Fang couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "The competition among females is terrifying, but I like it."

Having successfully transformed his entanglement with Zhang Yan into a competition between Zhong Tingyue and Zhang Yan, Chu Fang felt that he was like Zhuge Liang from the Three Kingdoms period, possessing extraordinary wisdom.

"If I had known you were driving one of my three sports cars, you would have absolutely blown everyone out of the water."

"Do I look like someone who can afford a multi-million dollar sports car?"

"It's not just similar, it is exactly like her, because you're my girlfriend."

Zhong Tingyue pursed her lips, revealing two adorable dimples on her delicate face.

Many guests, all relatives and friends, attended Zhang Yan's birthday banquet. Zhang Yan, holding a wine glass, walked through the restaurant, maintaining the demeanor of a well-bred lady as she toasted the guests, a slight smile on her face, as if nothing had just happened.

Zhang Yan toasted everyone, her gaze finally settling on the two people in the corner. She stepped over and raised her glass to Zhong Tingyue: "Want a drink?"

"She can't drink, I'll drink it..."

Just as Chu Fang was about to drink for Zhong Tingyue, the latter picked up her wine cup, glanced at him, and asked, "Who said that?"

"Didn't you say you couldn't drink alcohol?"

"I was lying to you."

"Zhong Tingyue, are you a scoundrel?"

"none of your business!"

"Damn it..."

“... ..."

Watching the two bickering, Zhang Yan's eyes were filled with disappointment and frustration. Zhong Tingyue, remembering that there was someone else beside her, said to Zhang Yan in an apologetic tone, "I'm sorry, Chu Fang always has to argue with me."

Upon hearing this, Chu Fang, who was standing nearby, felt nauseous and almost threw up his dinner from the previous night.

Tea! Green tea! Aged green tea!

He could smell the strong undercurrent of malice in Zhong Tingyue's words; every single one was stimulating Zhang Yan's nerves.

I didn't realize that Zhong Tingyue's tea was so flavorful and salty.

But I like it.

The competition among women was so exciting that he wished he could record it and show it to Zhong Tingyue when he was old and gray.

The two women clinked glasses and drank it all in one gulp. Zhang Yan then said, "Can I talk to you alone?"

Zhong Tingyue nodded.

Chu Fang raised his arm: "Can I come along?"

"No way!" Zhong Tingyue knew what this man was thinking; he definitely wanted to watch the show, so she resolutely refused.

“... ..."

Zhang Yan and Zhong Tingyue walked side by side up to the second floor of the restaurant. After they disappeared, Chu Fang sighed.

There were only a few waiters on the second floor of the restaurant. Zhang Yan gestured for them to leave and sat with Zhong Tingyue in front of the restaurant's floor-to-ceiling windows, enjoying the distant sea view and the occasional sound of waves.

Zhang Yan sat on the stool, crossed her legs, and rested her chin on one hand, staring blankly at the dark sea outside, as if she were immersed in her own world.

Seeing Zhang Yan looking as if she had lost her soul, Zhong Tingyue's pride vanished completely. She took the initiative to break the deadlock and said softly, "I'm sorry."

The gentle voice pulled Zhang Yan out of her own world. She paused for a second, then replied, "You don't need to apologize to me. If I were in your position, I would be even more jealous and more sarcastic towards my rival. If a woman treats her love rival kindly, then that woman may not actually like her man."

Zhang Yan appeared poised and graceful, slowly withdrawing her gaze and saying, "Excuse me, how old are you?"

"I'm eating the food of a 24-year-old."

Zhang Yan frowned: "People always say that a man is single-minded and only likes young women, but he does the opposite."

"Maybe it's because I'm three years older than her."

"What's the point?"

"A woman three years older than her husband is like a gold brick."

"Hahaha..." Upon hearing this, Zhang Yan laughed, took the water Zhong Tingyue handed her, took a sip, and said unhurriedly, "He's not short of money."

... ...