No one in Ding Qingle's class answered her, and Mingyao was puzzled: "What's wrong?"

"It's all in the past, why are you bringing it up again?"

As soon as the green light turned on, Ding Qingle floored the accelerator.

Mingyao pressed herself against the seat, the howling autumn wind slicing across her face like knives, stinging her skin.

Even her hair was whipped wildly by the wind. "Ding Qingle, why are you suddenly driving so fast?"

The car stopped at a five-star restaurant. Mingyao gasped for breath, staring blankly ahead.

Ding Qingle drives recklessly; she unbuckled her seatbelt in a daze and got out of the car in a daze.

Unlike her numbness, Ding Qingle was radiant.

She walked briskly, pushed open the restaurant door, and looked at Mingyao following behind her with some disdain: "Hurry up."

Mingyao touched her face, which was numb from the wind, and followed Ding Qingle into the restaurant.

"You're going to treat me to dinner?"

"It's not me who's treating you to dinner."

Ding Qingle walked to a seat by the window and pulled out a chair. "She's treating us to dinner."

Qiao Yu immediately stood up from his chair and bowed to Ming Yao at a 90-degree angle.

Qiao Yu's eyes sparkled, and the two rosy cheeks on her face were especially beautiful.

"Sister Su, we meet again."

She scratched her cheek and said apologetically, "Sister Su, I'm sorry, I've been busy with work lately and haven't been able to contact you or properly thank you."

"sorry!"

She bowed to Mingyao again, but Mingyao couldn't accept it: "I helped you out of kindness, I don't need you to repay me."

"But what kind of work do you do now?"

A single dish at a five-star restaurant can cost several hundred dollars, so it would be difficult for Qiao Yu to afford to treat everyone.

Qiao Yu said shyly, "I work part-time at Ding's Group, and the salary is very high."

"Hehe, I got paid, so I'd like to treat Sister Su and Sister Ding to dinner."

She noticed Mingyao's worry and quickly added, "Sister Su, I have enough money."

"Even if I treat my two older sisters to a nice meal, the money left over will be enough for me to live comfortably for a long time."

Ding Qingle nudged Mingyao with her elbow, "Okay, you can eat as much as you want."

"Qiao Yu is treating us to dinner, so please don't be shy."

Qiao Yu was indeed generous, ordering many specialty dishes.

The atmosphere at the three-person dining table was very harmonious, with everyone chatting and laughing.

After they had almost finished eating, Qiao Yu rushed to pay the bill, afraid that Ding Qingle and Ming Yao would beat her to it.

Ding Qingle swirled the juice in her wine glass, chuckling as she watched Qiao Yu's hurried figure disappear into the distance.

Don't you think she's cute?

Mingyao hummed in agreement and took a bite of beef: "It is indeed quite cute."

It's truly remarkable that he hasn't gone astray despite living with Qiao Wenjuan and Lin Bin.

With Qiao Yu absent, Mingyao and Qiao Wenjuan exchanged a few pleasantries before falling silent in unison.

The atmosphere was a little awkward, so Mingyao took the initiative to break the silence: "When did you offer Qiao Yu a job?"

"Too early."

She downed the juice in her glass in one gulp and closed her mouth again.

Mingyao glanced at her and continued, "The Ding Group is doing very well now. I heard that you are also the heir to the most competitive company. Congratulations."

With a snap, Ding Qingle put her chopsticks down on the table and stared intently at Mingyao.

"Su Xueya, what do you mean?"

Mingyao asked, puzzled, "I was just concerned about you, I didn't mean anything else."

Ding Qingle leaned back in her chair, arms crossed, and looked at Ming Yao with a half-smile: "Concerned about me?"

"You're really that kind and concerned about me?"

She looked at Mingyao suspiciously, her eyes full of doubt.

Mingyao forced a smile and said dryly, "Can't I care about you?"

Ding Qingle snorted and said irritably, "Who knows what you're up to?"

"I'm afraid of knowing someone's face but not their heart!"

The sarcastic tone in her words made Mingyao laugh helplessly.

"Ding Qingle, are you still angry with me?"

Ding Qingle's brows immediately furrowed, and her gaze toward Mingyao held a hint of resentment.

"Who said I'm angry with you?"

"Don't talk nonsense!"

Despite saying that, Ding Qingle's face turned bright red.

Mingyao blinked her almond-shaped eyes and looked intently at Ding Qingle.

Ding Qingle's face was flushed red all the way to her ears. She pouted, turned her head to the side, and said indignantly, "What are you looking at? There's no paint on my face."

"Su Xueya, don't think that saying sorry can make up for the harm you caused me in the past!"

Her words were firm and resentful, filled with complaints about Mingyao.

Mingyao looked at Ding Qingle, her eyes gradually turning red.

She lowered her head and sadly wiped her eyes, saying, "I'm sorry."

"I thought our relationship had improved, but I didn't expect you to still hate me so much."

"I'm so sorry, please don't be angry."

She choked up, and anyone who didn't know better would think someone had bullied her.

Ding Qingle was stunned; she hadn't expected Mingyao to burst into tears.

She glared at Mingyao with disgust, unable to hide her disdain: "Did I bully you or what? Why are you crying?"

Mingyao looked at Ding Qingle through teary eyes, then suddenly grasped her hands.

Ding Qingle was startled, her eyes widening as big as saucers.

She glanced at Mingyao's grip on her hand, then looked at Mingyao and exclaimed, "Why are you suddenly grabbing me?!"

She struggled fiercely, but Mingyao did not let go; instead, she tightened her grip even more.

"Xiao Le, can you forgive me?"

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