Chapter 284: Sneaking Away

While Liang Zhouheng went to the bathroom, Song Cun called the waiter over.

The waiter came over and quickly packed up the untouched cake on the table.

Song Cunqiang pretended to be calm and composed: "How much is it? Let me settle the bill."

The waiter replied with a polite smile, "The total is 21,600 yuan. Mr. Liang has just paid."

Song Cun's face flushed instantly, not only because the number reported by the waiter exceeded the maximum amount she had estimated, but also because Liang Zhouheng paid the bill first, and the feeling of shame in her heart came over her again.

It was agreed that she would treat him to a meal and repay the favor. Now she had a free meal and owed him even more. What would she use to repay him in the future?

Song Cun looked at the beautifully packed cake box on the table, and felt extremely upset, as if his heart was filled with mixed feelings.

Growing up, she had never been troubled by her poor background. Even after entering university and clearly seeing the huge differences between herself and her classmates in background, vision, and consumption level, she never complained for a moment.

But at this moment, Song Cun had a thought in her mind for the first time: how great it would be if she was also a rich second-generation. In that way, she could be friends with him openly and would not have to be sympathized and pitied by him like today.

She understood that he was kind-hearted and didn't want to embarrass her. Perhaps he had already seen through her financial difficulties. If she had enough money in her card when she went to the bathroom just now, he would have paid the bill first.

When Liang Zhouheng came back, he found that the table was empty. The packed cake box was still there, but the canvas bag that had been hanging next to the seat was gone.

He called the waiter over and asked with a frown, "Why is the person missing?"

The waiter politely replied: "The lady just left on her own."

Liang Zhouheng's face darkened. "What did you say?"

Waiter: "She paid a new bill before she left, so we can refund you the money."

Liang Zhouheng's heart seemed to drop suddenly. Although his face looked very ugly, he did not turn his face away from the waiter. His eyes fell back on the table. He picked up the cake box and strode out of the restaurant.

Song Cun was sitting in a taxi, clutching his phone, debating whether to block Liang Zhouheng's WeChat. Suddenly, the screen lit up, followed by a rapid ring. "Mr. Liang is calling," the screen displayed.

The phone suddenly felt hot, and the ringtone seemed to dance on her tense nerves. After the taxi driver glanced back at her, she had no choice but to pick up the phone.

As soon as the call was connected, a male voice, noticeably deeper, came from the other end. "I'm sorry, Song Cun, you may have misunderstood me. Anyway, I want to apologize first. You're in a taxi, right? Where are you now? Ask the driver to stop by the roadside and I'll come find you. We'll meet later. I have something to tell you."

Song Cun thought he would call, but she didn't think he would apologize. She tried her best to suppress the sudden nervousness and replied calmly, "No, Mr. Liang, you don't have to apologize to me. I had something urgent to do, so I left first and didn't have time to say hello to you. Thank you for bringing me here today. This restaurant is delicious."

His tone didn't change, and even had a threatening tone: "Alright, you go ahead and do your work. I'll go directly to your house and wait for you downstairs."