Chapter 17 My Ayu

Upon hearing this, the person who had been sitting there calmly trembled almost imperceptibly in the pupils.

Noticing Jiang Siyu's gaze as she looked at him because of the boss's words, his Adam's apple bobbed, but he did not avoid her gaze.

But Jiang Siyu only glanced at her briefly before calmly looking away.

"No, they are business partners."

The words "partner" were casually uttered by her, causing Bo Siye to pause in his teacup-swirling motion.

He looked down at his hands, veins bulging from his desperate attempts to control his emotions, and felt a sharp pain in his chest.

This was not the answer he wanted.

Bo Siye tried to suppress the pain in his heart, which felt like being torn apart by a rushing wind blade as if he were suddenly falling off a cliff, but he found that the more he struggled, the more he was tormented.

This dense, pervasive pain only found temporary relief when I looked at the smile on her lips.

"Oh, I see." Boss Zhou started rambling, "I'm guessing you're twenty-four? And you're still not in a relationship?"

"Young people should strive for a better future, but they should also pay attention to their marriage."

Jiang Siyu showed no impatience at all when an elder was nagging out of concern; instead, she listened attentively.

Since her grandparents passed away, she hadn't heard anyone whisper in her ear like this for a long time, telling her how to avoid the thorns that lie on the road ahead.

No one noticed the gaze that lingered on Jiang Siyu, both affectionate and focused, as they spoke.

Mr. Zhou had to leave when the restaurant became busy again.

The moment Jiang Siyu turned and sat back in her seat, the man's dark, brooding gaze, which had almost completely enveloped her, quickly withdrew.

A restrained, gentle light shone in his eyes: "President Jiang is very popular."

His gentle, conversational tone made it seem as if the person who had just been in so much pain was not a part of him.

Jiang Siyu nodded twice: "President Bo has excellent taste."

You can tell at a glance that you are popular with people.

Noticing the obvious smugness in her eyes, Bo Siye was infected by the smile on her lips, and his gloomy mood from before also improved.

"What kind of food would you like to eat? Are there any dietary restrictions?" Jiang Siyu asked.

"I'm not picky, I'll eat whatever you like."

Bo Siye is indeed not a picky eater, so when they were abroad, he cooked dishes that were more in line with Jiang Siyu's taste.

“Okay, let’s open the blind box and see what dishes the boss serves us,” Jiang Siyu said.

Bo Siye naturally had no objections, since his goal was simply to spend more time with Jiang Siyu.

While waiting for the food, Jiang Siyu suddenly said something as if it were unintentional:

"Mr. Bo, have I ever mentioned that you resemble an old friend of mine?" She paused, then added with a smile:

"It's not just similar, it's exactly the same."

quiet.

The hushed conversations at the nearby tables seemed to fade into the background at that moment, leaving only Bo Siye's own anxious heart pounding rapidly.

He looked into Jiang Siyu's smiling eyes, his throat terribly dry.

"President Jiang, who is this old friend you're referring to?"

Bo Siye asked in an almost hoarse voice. The man who usually sat calmly on the high platform and pointed out the country was at a loss after Jiang Siyu's words.

The person who caused all this simply smiled as he feigned composure, "My..."

"Ayu!"

Before Jiang Siyu could even utter the words "ex-boyfriend," a sudden voice interrupted her rhythm.

She frowned in displeasure.

Soon, several footsteps approached from behind.

Another annoying voice followed: "What a coincidence, sister, to run into you here."

"I didn't want to run into you." Jiang Siyu never intended to maintain any semblance of decorum with Jiang Yiruan.

She lifted her eyelids and gave her a cold look: "If you don't want the same thing to happen as last time, you'd better not come and spoil my appetite."

Upon hearing this, the image of himself covered in fish soup by Jiang Siyu instantly flashed into his mind.

But this time, Jiang Yiruan did not back down.

She reached out and hugged Ji Yanheng's arm, a smug glint in her eyes when she saw that he didn't avoid her touch.

"Brother Aheng and I also came here to eat. We just happened to run into my sister, so we came over to say hello."

Jiang Siyu's gaze swept over their arms, which were pressed together, and she asked Ji Yanheng with great interest:

"You two are together?"

No one present expected Jiang Siyu to ask such a direct question. After a brief moment of stunned silence, Ji Yanheng pulled his hand away from Jiang Yiruan's arm as if he had been burned.

"No." He denied it nervously, completely unaware of the stiff and unpleasant expression on Jiang Yiruan's face at that moment.

"You two are so close, yet you're still not together?" Jiang Siyu said dismissively, calmly stating her conclusion:

"One has poor judgment, and the other has poor character."

Jiang Yiruan, who has poor taste: "..."

Ji Yanheng, whose character is questionable: "..."

In the awkward silence, a soft chuckle, barely suppressed, broke the silence.

Ji Yanheng looked directly at the person sitting opposite Jiang Siyu who had also made the laugh.

When he first entered the restaurant, he thought he was seeing things, but now...

The appearance of the person in front of him clearly told Ji Yanheng that the person who had dinner with Jiang Siyu was indeed him, the heir of the Bo family, Bo Siye.

Since Bo Siye accepted Fan Yu two years ago, Ji Yanheng has clashed with him many times.

However, they lost more often than they won.

Unconsciously, Ji Yanheng had already regarded Bo Siye as his biggest rival.

At this moment, watching him sit leisurely opposite Jiang Siyu, he no longer possessed the usual intimidating coldness.

Ji Yanheng's lips tightened into a straight line, and an uncontrollable displeasure suddenly arose in his heart.

Especially when Jiang Siyu's gaze fell on Bo Siye, the frustration in his heart instantly doubled.

"President Bo," Ji Yanheng forced a smile, "I didn't expect you to know my Ayu."

The moment Ji Yanheng uttered these words, which were almost a declaration of sovereignty, Jiang Siyu, whose expression was already not good, immediately turned cold.

Although Bo Siye's expression didn't change much, the dark color in his eyes churned silently, making him appear sinister and terrifying.

Jiang Yiruan clenched her fists tightly, her face contorted with a smile that was almost distorted.

The air seemed to freeze at that moment, until Jiang Siyu let out an extremely impatient "tsk".

All eyes immediately fell on her.

"When did I become part of your family?" She frowned, her long, captivating eyes filled with confusion.

Before Ji Yanheng could answer, she pressed on, "How much do you hate me to do something like this, publicly ruining my reputation?"

“No.” Ji Yanheng racked his brains but couldn’t figure out why Jiang Siyu would think he was ruining her reputation.

But seeing the dissatisfaction in her eyes, Ji Yanheng had no choice but to bite the bullet and explain:

I thought you knew how I felt about you.

"Thoughts?"