But remembering Ye Yuhe's scrutinizing and contemptuous gaze last time, he ultimately didn't move his feet.

Although I was busy with my hands, my attention was always on that table.

He even had a faint hope that she would call out to him, even if it was just to order a drink.

But it wasn't Chu Wuyang who called out to him, but her friend.

Jian Zhou steeled himself and walked over, trying his best to remain calm.

"Sisters, is there anything you need?"

Ye Yuhe's temper flared up quickly and subsided just as fast. Looking at this face that resembled Jing Min's by three parts, yet lacking Jing Min's innate imposing presence, perhaps it was because she had no outlet for the anger she had suffered at Jing Min's hands in the past, or perhaps she simply wanted to tease him.

She flicked her finger, lazily gesturing for him to come closer.

"I just spoke with your manager. Tonight you don't need to do anything else but serve the two of us."

Jian Zhou's expression changed, and he reflexively straightened his back, his voice trembling slightly.

"No, no, I won't do that anymore..."

Ye Yuhe pretended not to understand, deliberately raising her voice.

Which one? Explain yourself.

She would never have dared to say this to Jing Min before, but now she was being unusually unrestrained with Jian Zhou.

Jian Zhou seemed to have been cornered, gritting her teeth, looking determined to resist to the death.

"Anyway, that won't do."

Ye Yuhe rolled her eyes, about to explode, when Chu Wuyang quickly pulled her back.

"She didn't mean anything by it."

"It's just that we're a little bored sitting here—if you'd like, you can come over and chat with us."

Jian Zhou looked at Chu Wuyang, his body straightening.

"I do."

Just as Jian Zhou was about to sit down next to Chu Wuyang, Ye Yuhe suddenly tapped the seat next to her, her tone extremely impolite.

"Hey, here."

Jian Zhou paused, then silently sat down.

Ye Yuhe opened her phone with a half-smile and deliberately found an old photo—the cover photo of Jing Min when he appeared on the cover of a financial magazine.

She swayed the screen in front of Jian Zhou, poking at the handsome, sharp-looking face on the screen with her finger.

"Did you see that clearly? Learn from this spirit and energy. If you can imitate it perfectly, you can name your reward."

Jian Zhou glanced furtively at Chu Wuyang, who was still drinking with her head down, and remained silent for a moment before not refusing.

He had no reason to refuse something that could bring him money simply by imitating others.

Ye Yuhe's purpose was actually quite simple.

She knew that Chu Wuyang seemed immune to everything about Jing Min on the surface, but when it got late at night, people would inevitably think of old friends and old stories.

Since you can't forget it, just face it head-on.

Fight poison with poison.

She scoffed inwardly. With this poor imitation as her "shadow," the difference between her and the truly dignified and reserved Jin Chu was obvious.

Yangyang isn't blind; she has normal aesthetic sense. It's obvious which is better.

Seeing Jian Zhou staring intently at the person on the screen, she looked at him with disdain.

"What, are you still stunned? You're not going to tell me you know him, are you?"

Jian Zhou nodded.

"know."

Upon hearing this, Chu Wuyang nearly choked on the drink he had just taken a sip of, and Ye Yuhe's eyes widened in surprise.

"ah?"

Jian Zhou realized they had misunderstood and quickly explained.

"I know him, but he doesn't know me."

“I know him—he used to be the president of Boyifang Group. Two years ago, Boyifang suddenly declared bankruptcy, and he disappeared overnight. I heard he went to the Emirate. Later, he got in touch with the Jin family and is now a senior executive in the Jin Group.”

He paused, as if to add something unimportant.

"He just got married yesterday to a noble lady from the chiefdom, whose name is... Sang Yu. It seems to be a political marriage. With the help of his wife's family, I believe he will soon be able to firmly establish himself in the Jin family."

As soon as she finished speaking, Ye Yuhe suddenly turned her head, her eyes becoming more wary. Wasn't this another pig butchering scam?

"Wait, how do you know so much?"

Jian Zhou seemed to have been acupunctured, her expression turning slightly embarrassed. She quickly lowered her head and smiled, her tone a mixture of shyness and longing.

“Jing Min is such a big shot, there are tons of people all over the country who know him, and... he used to be the dream lover of so many girls in our school.”

He paused, his fingertips tracing the seam of his trousers, and smiled somewhat embarrassedly.

“He is actually my idol. A friend once said that I look a bit like him, so I… paid extra attention to his news and activities.”

"So he went to the chiefdom and took over a bigger business. No wonder he hasn't shown up since."

Ye Yuhe was genuinely startled after hearing this, and couldn't help but grab her water glass and gulp down several mouthfuls to calm herself down.

"Your friend was quite accurate."

Jian Zhou glanced down at Chu Wuyang, who had suddenly fallen silent, as if speaking to himself or expressing his determination.

"Really? I'll definitely be like Jingmin in the future and make something of myself..."

Ye Yuhe had no interest in his dream.

She glanced at Chu Wuyang, and sure enough—he didn't say a word.

She sighed softly, then changed her tone.

"You just said that Jingmin got married yesterday?"

Fearing he might say something wrong, Jian Zhou deliberately looked down and scrolled through the financial news and trending topics he followed on his phone, pointing to a pinned tweet and saying,

"Yes, that's right. I knew from the wedding photos; it seemed quite low-key, not extravagant, but there was a brief report in the official media—"

The accompanying image is a blurry yet still magnificent silhouette of a palace, with a pair of figures standing at the end of a long, golden corridor.

The man was tall and upright, and the woman was dressed in a formal gown, her beautiful features vaguely visible beneath her veil.

Jian Zhou read it softly.

"It was said to be a palace wedding specially approved by the royal family of the chiefdom, and the attendees were all political figures and high-ranking officials in the financial sector. The secrecy measures were very strict, and only a silhouette photo was released to the outside world."

Ye Yuhe snatched Jian Zhou's phone as if she had found some evidence, then turned and handed it to Chu Wuyang.

"Yangyang, look,"

Before he could finish speaking, Chu Wuyang had already stood up.

She picked up the bag unhurriedly, her tone as indifferent as a layer of dust.

"I have something to do, so I'll be going now."

His tone was eerily calm, like silk soaked in ice water—soft, yet painfully cold.