Chapter 10 Strawberry Tiramisu

Deng Xixue stormed out of the classroom and headed straight for the music classroom in another building, where the multi-talented school heartthrob was practicing his instrument.

As soon as I got there, I saw a group of girls swooning over a boy in front of the classroom window.

Upon seeing Deng Xixue arrive, they all dispersed, fearing she might target them.

Deng Xixue didn't have time to pay attention to these girls and pushed open the door to the music classroom.

Just as Ji Hao was playing a crucial piece, the sound of the door being pushed open forcefully interrupted the music. He frowned slightly and looked towards the door.

When he saw who it was, his brows furrowed even more deeply, as if they could trap a fly.

"What are you doing here?" the boy's emotionless voice rang out.

"Do you like Gu Zhaodi?" Deng Xixue asked directly as soon as she entered.

"Who told you that?" Ji Hao found her question baffling.

The boy didn't deny it directly, but instead asked a question in his tone, which made Deng Xixue realize that she hadn't guessed wrong.

Deng Xixue crossed her arms. "So you're admitting you like her?"

"What's wrong with you? And who I like is my own business, it's none of your concern," Ji Hao replied impatiently.

The constant harassment had exhausted him; whenever it involved anything between him and a girl, she would come to him to argue.

Deng Xixue retorted sarcastically, "What's wrong with me? I'm only acting like this because I like you."

The boy rubbed his temples, looking exasperated, and said, "Did I make you like me? Besides, I don't think I've ever said I like you."

These words brought Deng Xixue to a halt in her frenzy. It seemed he had never said he liked her, but she really liked him.

Seeing that Deng Xixue had stopped, Ji Haoyan said, "I hope you can understand the relationship between us."

After saying that, he walked out of the classroom without looking back.

Deng Xixue stood frozen in place. She had liked him for seven years, since elementary school.

The two of them were childhood sweethearts, inseparable since they were little. He clearly said that he would marry her when they grew up.

In the end, it was just a child's joke that I remembered for so many years, while he had already forgotten it. But was all my affection over the years in vain?

At this moment, Lin Wen, who was following behind Deng Xixue, came in, grabbed Deng Xixue's hand, and comforted her, "I think Ji Hao definitely has feelings for you, otherwise he would have stopped contacting you long ago."

"If you ask me, it must be Gu Zhaodi who rushed to get close to Ji Hao. It's all her fault."

Lin Wen shifted Deng Xixue's focus, making her attribute everything to Gu Zhaodi, so that everyone could see that Miss Deng was throwing a tantrum for no reason and bullying the powerless.

If things continue like this, no one at school will befriend her, and I'll be her only friend. In that case, her reputation will suffer, and I'll be the one who benefits.

To outsiders, I was a good classmate who silently tolerated her bad temper; to her, I was her only true friend, and she would always give me the best things first.

Thinking of this, Lin Wen seemed to see a bright future ahead.

However, Deng Xixue did not go looking for trouble with Gu Zhaodi as Lin Wen had imagined.

She hasn't completely recovered from Ji Hao's attitude yet; she needs some time alone to process things.

Lin Wen wasn't in a hurry. Anyway, a pampered young lady like her wouldn't wrong herself. As long as she was guided a little, she would definitely fall into the trap.

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Gu Zhaodi was unaware of their little incident; she was currently trying hard not to fall asleep.

Unlike other shops, this dessert shop, despite being located in a bustling commercial area, doesn't attract many customers, and the shop is not busy at all.

The desserts in the shop are really expensive, so expensive that they make girls gasp.

It's not that the girl is unsophisticated, but a small cup of strawberry Arno costs three thousand yuan, which is something only the super-rich can afford.

Most white-collar workers in the business district can't afford to spend money there, except for the big shots.

The shop owner, Sister Jing, is often not in the shop. When people come to buy desserts, they are usually made to order and can only be received the next day, which depends on Sister Jing's mood.

Sister Jing also let her try the desserts, but she didn't dare to take a bite casually, since each bite cost several hundred yuan, and she was afraid she couldn't afford it.

However, the dessert was really delicious. The bottom of the cup was covered with a layer of fresh cream, the imported vanilla ice cream was smooth and silky, and the expensive champagne added a touch of vibrancy to the dessert.

She's sitting in the shop now, and she feels like she's getting paid for nothing.

She even approached Sister Jing once, wanting to resign. She felt guilty taking the salary, thinking that Sister Jing must have hired her because she was in trouble.

After all, it seems that it makes no difference whether she is an employee or not in this dessert shop.

However, Sister Jing said frankly that it wasn't like that. She still really needed a shop assistant, and she also wanted to take a break on the weekend and go out to play.

Sister Jing prepares desserts in the morning for customers to choose from, while she watches over the shop.

She guessed that Sister Jing didn't care about the money spent on desserts on weekends; it seemed like she was waiting for someone to return, which is why she opened a laid-back dessert shop here.

She often saw Sister Jing sitting in the wicker chair by the window, gazing at the distant buildings, as if she were missing someone and looking back at the place she once knew.

The wind chime door of the dessert shop was opened while the girl was dozing off, and the clanging sound startled her awake.

Standing up, I groggily greeted the person who entered with a "hello" and a "welcome."

"Hello." A deep voice sounded in the girl's ear, making her want to see his face.

I blinked my sleepy eyes, but it didn't help. Then I shook my groggy head slightly.

Suddenly, she heard a clear, crisp laugh. The girl opened her eyes wide and finally saw the guest.

After seeing who it was, Gu Zhaodi was fully awake. She paused for a moment before asking, "What do you need, sir?"

Fortunately, she remembered that she was a shop assistant and didn't start catching up with Dan Anwen in front of her.

The man's eyes still held a lingering smile, and his thin lips parted slightly. "I'd like to buy a dessert. Do you have any recommendations?"

Looking at the refined and modest man, Gu Zhaodi felt that his girlfriend or wife must be very happy.

It's no wonder the girl thought Dan Anwen had a girlfriend. After all, every time she met this man, he was always humble and polite, and dressed impeccably. It was clear that he had no shortage of female admirers.

He has a handsome and youthful face, but his demeanor makes him look at least 25 years old. It's normal for him to have a girlfriend or wife.

"What kind of food does your girlfriend or wife like?" she asked the question.

Dan Anwen stared at the girl in surprise. How did she come to this conclusion?

"Does he look like he has a girlfriend?"

Hearing the man's deep voice, the girl realized she had guessed wrong.

“It doesn’t look like… no, it looks like…” Gu Zhaodi stammered in denial, only to find that no matter how she answered, she was wrong.

The man watched as a blush crept up the girl's cheeks, extending to behind her ears, her entire face turning red from her anxious explanation.

"Alright, I didn't mean that." Dan Anwen smiled faintly, deciding not to make things difficult for her anymore.

Gu Zhaodi breathed a sigh of relief. She realized that she always seemed to be at her wit's end in front of this man, whether it was at the airport or when she got lost last time.

It seems that my chemistry with this man isn't very compatible.

Once she had recovered, the girl earnestly introduced the desserts in the cabinet, "This absurd sundae and the chocolate pudding are both good."

The man pondered for a moment, then raised his deep eyes, a slight smile playing on his lips, and asked calmly, "Which one do you like? I'm buying it for my niece."

"For my niece, I recommend this strawberry tiramisu. Girls generally like strawberries," the girl said, pursing her lips and pointing to the desserts in the display case whose colors seemed to have a healing effect.

"Strawberry..." the man murmured softly.

"Wrap it up." Dan Anwen opened her phone and paid.

The girl packed the strawberry tiramisu into a box and handed it to the man.

As the man left the store, the girl felt a pang of envy for his little niece.

How wonderful to have such a kind uncle who brings her desserts after get off work.

Perhaps his gaze was too direct, for he turned his head and met his eyes, startling him so much that he quickly looked away.

Yes, the sunflowers in the store today are quite pretty. I'll buy them again next time to put in a vase.