Chapter 37 Leg Pinch, Check it out.

Vitepassateepresenti is the most expensive restaurant in Gyeongju. Dianping shows that the average price per person is over 5,000, but in reality, a slightly more luxurious meal with a bottle of wine could easily cost more than 50,000 per person.

This restaurant only accepts 100 guests a day, and ordinary people have to wait at least six months to book a table. But Zhao Qi had already booked a table in the short time it took him to go home and change his clothes.

As Fang Ke walked down the stairs in a preppy outfit, Zhao Qi, who was leaning against the luxury car, glanced at her, paused slightly, and slowly hung up the phone.

"you……"

Fang Ke had already walked up to him. She had changed into a very low-key navy blue faux two-piece knit top and a gray suit fabric skirt-pants. Her fluffy pink curly hair was neatly tied into a half ponytail and draped over her shoulders.

She transformed completely, from the "Queen of the Sea" she was yesterday into a well-behaved young lady from a prestigious family.

Fang Ke raised an eyebrow: "What?"

Zhao Qi couldn't help but lower his eyes, turn her around and look her up and down, and teased, "With your outfit, it looks like I'm trying to seduce a schoolgirl."

The man approached with a wicked smile, "Junior, what year are you in?"

Fang Ke suddenly raised her long, straight leg and placed it on his shoulder, forcibly pinning his leg against the corner of the luxury car.

Zhao Qi: "…………"

As soon as Zhao Qi moved his head, his face was pressed against her snow-white calves, and his face was almost completely red.

"You...you..."

This woman is really a bit scary.

He never expected that Fang Ke's front kick could reach the back of his head, and that his leg was so powerful that when it landed on his shoulder, he was almost forced to his knees by the force.

Fang Ke raised her innocent face, mimicking his mischievous grin as she leaned closer, "What should I call you?"

Zhao Qi, blushing like a virtuous young man being teased, murmured, "Senior..."

"Good girl."

Only when you are satisfied can you stop.

Zhao Qi was left alone, leaning against the car door, his heart still pounding.

Little B clicked her tongue in amazement, "If Zhao Qi had a favorability bar, it would probably be maxed out by now."

Fang Ke: "Don't talk about me, he flirted with me first, I'm innocent."

Because of this incident, Zhao Qi kept his lips tightly pressed together the whole way, gripping the steering wheel firmly with both hands. When he got out of the car, his ears and neck were red.

Fang Ke was completely unaware of the name, but she was a little surprised when she saw it. She pronounced the name in fluent Italian, "Vitepassateepresenti, past life and present life. This owner is cultured."

Zhao Qi handed the car keys to the doorman, then glanced at her in surprise, "When did you learn Italian again?"

They were studying in North America at the time, which is across the Atlantic Ocean from Italy, so they had time to learn Italian.

Fang Ke humbly replied, "I only know a few words."

Little B: Really? I don't believe it.

This restaurant has almost no private rooms; all the banquet areas are in the main hall.

As soon as Zhao Qi appeared, a waiter came to greet him respectfully, "Mr. Zhao, it's been a long time since you've been here."

Zhao Qi nodded, and the man led them directly to the best spot in the entire store with the best view. "This is the spot you like. I reserved it for you since you called today."

"Thanks."

Fang Ke sat down opposite Zhao Qi, picked up the menu, and covered half of his face with a smile.

"...What are you laughing at?"

"It's quite convenient to have dinner with a rich kid like you."

Zhao Qi gave her a meaningful look: "Is this all you ask of a rich second-generation?"

Fang Ke smiled but remained silent, staring at the prices on the menu with astonishment.

It must have been a long time since I've indulged in such extravagance. I saw Alaskan sea cucumber with foie gras for 7,000, Iberian ham salad with figs for 5,000, and brandy-braised abalone with black truffles for 9,000...

Fang Ke laughed at himself for being so poor.

Even seeing the lobster fried noodles priced at 1999 felt much more welcoming.

She looked at it for a long time, and finally said to Zhao Qi with a heavy heart, "Never mind, you order. Eat whatever you want, don't be shy."

Seeing that her face was almost scrunched up, Zhao Qi slowly smiled and said, "Then let's start with ten servings of bluefin tuna fatty fish. This place's fatty fish is rich and fresh. Want to try some?"

Fang Ke's face fell. If she remembered correctly, this dish cost three thousand yuan. This kid Zhao Qi ate thirty thousand yuan worth of food in one go?!

Before she could react, Zhao Qi changed his mind again, "Oh dear, 10 servings is a bit too much, how about 3 servings, and we can eat something else?"

Fang Ke gave him a look that said, "You're loyal enough."

After ordering the food, Zhao Qi asked, "Would you like a bottle of wine?"

"Don't serve me any more wine, you're not allowed to drink it!"

She glanced at the drinks menu; the minimum was 20,000 RMB, and the tip was 20% of the bill. Was this some kind of rip-off?

"Why didn't you offer any drinks when you invited people to dinner?"

Fang Ke said confidently, "You're going to take me home later, so you can't drink and drive."

Zhao Qi: ...

Zhao Qi was quite satisfied with her answer and returned the menu to the waiter, saying, "That's all then."

The waiter politely withdrew, and judging from his expression, he was probably curious as well.

Why has Young Master Zhao become so stingy? He used to bring friends here and the cost would easily start at 100,000, but today he managed to keep it to 20,000 per person.

His date today is a stunning beauty, so he should really show off his wealth!

Curiosity aside, no one dared to ask.

A Rolls-Royce is parked outside the Vitepassateepresenti store.

Yi Mohan led Su Yao down the street. Su Yao took Yi Mohan's arm, her face full of tenderness.

"Mr. Yi." The doorman took his car keys and drove the Rolls-Royce away from the door.

Yi Mohan and Su Yao were not in a hurry to go in. They were dressed a little formally today, which Su Yao insisted on.

She reached out and straightened Yi Mohan's bow tie and suit jacket.

Yi Mohan was quite envious of her rare cheongsam attire, and while someone was adjusting her tie, he kissed her on the cheek.

Su Yao blushed immediately, looked up and glared at him coquettishly. Yi Mohan smiled smugly, knowing that Su Yao wouldn't be angry.

Su Yao was indeed not angry. She absolutely adored Yi Mohan's charming and wicked appearance, and she even had to force herself to control herself so that her heart would pound wildly.

"You're so mean," she muttered under her breath, which earned her a muffled chuckle from Yi Mohan above her head.

Yi Mohan put his arm around her waist and asked, "Why did you decide to eat here?"

Speaking of this, Su Yao replied happily, "Manman is back in China, and we promised to treat her to a meal to welcome her back. She's been wanting to eat at this restaurant, but I haven't been able to get a reservation... So I had to ask you to help out. Luckily, you're free today."

Yi Mohan thought for a moment, "Fang Manman?"

He remembered that Fang's real daughter had gone abroad to study a year ago.

Yi Mohan nodded, "You and your best friend are quite destined for each other. Who would have thought she was the real heiress of the Fang family?"

He spoke casually, not noticing the slightest change in Su Yao's expression, which he quickly concealed.

"Yes, it caused such a big stir back then, I was really surprised, it felt like a dream."

Yi Mohan frowned when he heard her say that, and pinched her cheek.

Why do you always talk about 'dreaming'? Haven't I been good to you enough?

Su Yao smiled but didn't say anything.

A woman dressed in elegant clothes stepped out of a car at the bottom of the steps. Upon seeing Yi Mohan and Su Yao, she was pleasantly surprised and exclaimed, "Yao Yao!"