Chapter 28 Chapter 28 Three men equal fifteen hundred...

A table and four chairs were packed in less than ten minutes.

The seats are now like this:

Lu Yanxi, Yan Pei.

Fu Rouyun, Cen Xue.

Cen Xue glanced at his phone and saw that the car that was supposed to pick him up would still arrive in a while.

Leave early?

No, these three people will definitely follow me.

Lu Yanxi seems to be the one who listens to him the most at the moment, and she can still stop him if he refuses her; as for Yan Pei, meeting him is almost like being bitten and not letting go; and Fu Rouyun... forget it, they live together now, how can he get rid of her?

Cen Xue didn't want to be discovered and stared at by passers-by.

I also don't want them to know my plans later.

Okay, Cen Xue took a sip of boiled water. It was all because of Yan Pei and Fu Rouyun that the drink was bitter and unpalatable, and the aftertaste of the drink kept lingering in his throat.

Yan Pei pretended for a few seconds, then turned his back and secretly drank the tea leaves that had entered his mouth.

Lu Yanxi's impeccable acting skills defended something that even Cen Xue couldn't understand.

Fu Rouyun felt proud at this moment.

He leaned closer to Cen Xue, and even though he covered his mouth with his hand, the volume was loud enough for all four of them to hear.

He said, "Brother, your two friends are so embarrassing. They started arguing right in front of you like that."

Cen Xue: "..."

"Heh," Yan Pei snorted coldly, "You're quite good at pretending to be good. Aren't you quite arrogant in private? If you have the guts, let Cen Xue see you."

Cen Xue: "What are you taking your anger out on? He has nothing to do with you guys."

Lu Yanxi quickly proved herself: "Axue, Yan Pei and I are different."

Fu Rouyun shrank back. "So fierce. Brother, could he have been this fierce to you before?"

"Did you also give Axue a hard time during the show...?"

Lu Yanxi frowned, thinking that Yan Pei would never be content. If he could have predicted today's situation, he would not have started acting in any drama a few years earlier. At the very least, he would have qualified to sit in the mentor seat regularly.

Yan Pei: “…”

Damn it.

What's going on.

How did I become the lowest level being besieged in just a few words?!

The thing is—images of the hot, sticky little rooms at the photography studio come to mind—he actually did it.

The corners of Yan Pei's mouth twitched as he glared at the culprit, Fu Rouyun, the green tea man.

Cen Xue frowned: "What did I say last time? Or do you already have an idea?"

Don't come to see him again until you have figured out what you want.

Yan Pei: "So, didn't I break the rules when I was recording the show?"

With that said, the feedback from a round of performances that she hadn't yet fully digested hit her. At the time, Cen Xue was completely focused on completing the stage performance. A few days later, while spending time in the hospital bed, she suddenly realized how much pressure she had subconsciously endured from being the center of attention.

From the audience, mentors, and teammates.

Among them, Yan Pei’s contribution is of the utmost importance.

It was an unrestrained desire for aggression and control, almost turning into a physical cage.

Cen Xue absolutely did not believe that Yan Pei could undergo a qualitative change in such a short period of time. There was only one answer: he was pretending.

Like a wild beast lurking in wait to enjoy the delicious taste of its prey.

"Oh my god," Fu Rouyun's caring voice sounded beside him, "It must be a headache to get along with friends who don't follow the rules."

Lu Yanxi lowered her eyes and drank her tea. "If there were rules, he wouldn't have been able to take advantage of them back then."

Cen Xue closed his eyes and opened them again. He had witnessed a drama between three men today.

One man is as noisy as five hundred ducks, and three is as noisy as fifteen hundred.

Then he is very tolerant.

He said, "So I was unwise to fall for that loophole back then, wasn't I?"

Lu Yanxi: "Axue, I'm not referring to you——"

"Stop." Cen Xue gestured.

Yan Pei laughed heartily and walked over to Cen Xue's chair to lean against it.

He pretended to put his arm around Cen Xue's shoulders: "The one who cheated and the one who was cheated. So we're a perfect match, a match made in heaven, right?"

Cen Xue dodged: "This is a public place, be careful of the impact."

Then he continued rudely, "What are you laughing at? Have you thought it through? I won't ask you a third time. Do you think I will agree to see you again after this?"

Yan Pei's arms were across his face, and he said proudly, "It's a pity that with this scar, you'll have to agree to come see me no matter what."

The wound caused by the troublemaker's knife has been sutured and scarred. The newly grown skin is a different color from the surrounding area, and the stitches that have not yet disappeared make his arm look a little hideous.

Fu Rouyun was about to cover Cen Xue's eyes: "How dare you show him such an ugly thing!"

Cen Xue stopped him, looked up and sneered, "Then I'm afraid this account can't be settled. Yan Pei, I have more than just this scar. Do you want to settle with me?"

Yan Pei: “…”

Then he shook his hands as if to vent his anger and sat back.

After a few seconds of silence, he suddenly said, "Are you afraid that I won't tell you? I want a lot, but what I want to know most right now is—"

"What on earth has happened to you in the past seven years, Cen Xue."

All the men present except Cen Xue paused.

What a coincidence, this is also the issue they care about.

Lu Yanxi is now very cautious in treating Cen Xue, fearing that he might do something wrong and shatter the dream-like illusion of being in the same room with her. So even if he really wants to know, he will suppress it.

As for Fu Rouyun, he only got a little benefit - since he had lived with Cen Xue for three years, the gap to be filled was equivalent to being reduced by half.

But that doesn't mean I don't want to dig.

For a moment, all of them were waiting for Cen Xue's response.

But Cen Xue just said, "I understand."

Yan Pei: "Is it hard to say?"

"No, there is no obligation."

Cen Xue chuckled and said, "Who said that if an 'old friend' wants something, he can get it right away? I never said that anyway."

The three words "old friend" are given extra emphasis.

He drank the last of the boiled water in the cup, and the alarm icon on his muted phone lit up, which he turned off by swiping his finger.

"I'm leaving now."

"Axue, leave me your phone number," Lu Yanxi said at the right time, "It's crowded and messy here, it's not convenient. Let's make an appointment to go see Puff next time."

Too crowded? Too messy?

Oh, I hate them for disrupting things.

That's really embarrassing, that's their purpose.

Yan Pei and Fu Rouyun rolled their eyes secretly.

The scheming man didn't say a word just now to avoid the dispute, but now he remembers to show that he is at home, and speaks in a roundabout way to show how gentle and generous he is.

Yan Pei knew about the cat Puff seven years ago.

When Cen Xue moved into his house, she had complained that she was worried that no one would take care of Puff. He took great pains to find out more about her, but it turned out that the cat had been picked up by her agent the day before!

At first I felt lucky, otherwise I would have to take care of another cat.

But now Yan Pei felt a little regretful. If he had been more proactive, the cat would have been a hostage in his hands long ago. Wouldn't Cen Xue have followed him?

There will also be a chance to contact each other openly next time!

Fu Rouyun grasped the key point: "Puff?"

"It's a cat I used to raise," Cen Xue explained simply. "If you want to stay here, I'll have the teahouse bring a deck of cards for you to play Landlord."

Fu Rouyun didn't know if Cen Xue would go home next, so he immediately said, "Of course I'll go back with you!"

He didn't forget to put on eye drops and pointed and said: "Who knows how good they are at playing cards."

As the saying goes, a person's character is revealed by his brand.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

Cen Xue was confused: "Come in?"

Waiter: "Excuse me, which gentleman has ordered the new tea?"

Nowadays, teahouses are keeping up with the times. They not only engage in traditional tea tasting business, but also develop new models that suit the tastes of young people.

This newly launched tea drink has a unique cup design, resembling a Buffett glass, with many fondant ornaments inserted on the rim and comes with cookies for afternoon tea snacks.

Honestly, it's hard not to tell who ordered this.

As expected, Fu Rouyun raised his hand honestly: "...Mine."

Cen Xue: "..."

He looked dead for a second, then said, "Okay, then finish your drink before you leave. I won't wait for you."

"Brother!" Fu Rouyun hurriedly grabbed Cen Xue's hand, fearing that he would be left behind.

It's unfair, he didn't mean it.

The tea arrived at just the right moment, and it looked like he had deliberately tripped Cen Xue as she was about to leave.

He is devoted to Cen Xue, how could he do anything to hinder her?

I just talked too much and felt thirsty, so I secretly ordered one. Who knew Cen Xue would leave so soon?

So this is the price of tea talk.

Cen Xue: "It's not good to waste food."

Fu Rouyun: "I can drink it all in one breath!"

Um, wait.

Cen Xue turned around and looked at the remaining men in front of her.

Yan Pei looked like he was watching a fun scene: "Do you want to take you in my car?"

Want to know the address? No way.

Meanwhile, Lu Yanxi was emitting a wave of forbearing expression, trying to use puffs and retreat to advance to arouse his soft heart.

Cen Xue thought, she could have been soft-hearted.

But the subsequent developments were so disturbing.

"Hello," Cen Xue called the waiter and pointed at the table. "Tea is the most ordered tea today. Could you please bring a pot?"

After the waiter understood and left, he found a pen and paper, wrote down two identical strings of numbers, tore them apart, and placed them in front of Fu Rouyun.

Under the confused gaze, he said—

"After you finish this pot of tea, you two will get my contact information."

Cen Xue patted Fu Rouyun's head and said in a low voice, "You are the supervisor, so you are not allowed to cheat."

This is not just a mobile phone number.

The entertainment industry is the place with the most subtext, and everyone understood the implication at that moment.

This is a stepping stone.

Being able to know Cen Xue's past is also a kind of permission.

Not to mention the bitter tea, even if it was magma, I would drink it too.

But when someone is controlled by others, they will always feel the resentment of having to submit. Yan Pei said, "Just let the three of us go. Aren't you afraid that we will exchange information later?"

Although the three of them didn't say it out loud, they all knew it in their hearts.

——They each knew a part of Cen Xue’s past life.

As long as we piece them together, we can clearly see what happened and the truth of that year.

However, Cen Xue was certain: "Unfortunately, you won't."

...and it came true.

Because they are also in a relationship of competition and mutual hatred.

It's good enough if it doesn't cause trouble, how can it give convenience to the opponent?

They were all teenagers and had no abilities back then, but now they all have their own power and connections, so it is no longer difficult to investigate anything.

Cen Xue knew that she couldn't stop it, so she decided to start it herself.

A few minutes later, he walked out of the teahouse slowly, wearing a disguised fisherman's hat.

He subconsciously didn't want to use his injured leg to bear the weight, so his walking posture was a little awkward.

In the private room, the three men did not communicate and remained silent.

When the estimated time had passed, Yan Pei said with a hint of gloating, "You should have gone with him."

Fu Rouyun nearly bit the end of his tea straw and replied, "No thanks. Whatever Cen Xue says is what I will do."

"Oh, now you're not calling me 'brother' any more," Yan Pei said indifferently. "You don't think he's really going home, do you? He obviously doesn't want you to know where he's going."

Lu Yanxi was silent.

This was a fact he had known from the beginning.

Perhaps as exes, there is a tacit understanding that one should make things difficult for the current partner.

He and Yan Pei did not discuss it with each other, but tacitly delayed Cen Xue's departure so that Fu Rouyun would not get any benefit.

There is even a vague comparison in my mind: even if you are in your current relationship, there will be things that you don’t deserve to know.

Fu Rouyun paused and emphasized again: "I only listen to him."

So he became a shield to stop his ex.

Tsk tsk, pitiful.

*

The car, which had been parked near the teahouse for a while, finally started.

Driving out of the street, the bright lights of the surrounding shops illuminated the interior of the car, revealing the face of the person sitting in the passenger seat.

It’s Cen Xue.

Cen Xue felt a little guilty and said to the person in the driver's seat, "Sorry to have kept you waiting."

"Nothing serious, I'm fine."

The man in the driver's seat had a magnetic, deep voice.

Cen Xue: "I thought it would be the driver."

"We're here to pick you up, why would we ask outsiders to come?" the man said.

……indeed.

Cen Xue was a very shy person, and the thought of him sharing a room with a stranger driver who also knew his destination gave him a subtle feeling of having his privacy invaded.

While waiting for the red light, the man typed in the navigation on his phone, saying:

"How's Auntie Erduo doing these days? Has she left yet?"

"My mom always stays nearby a day in advance to wait for me to meet her," Cen Xue said. "She's fine, but her speech is getting less and less clear."

As hearing is lost, the ability to speak is gradually affected because one cannot hear or recognize what one says.

Man: "Didn't I recommend a doctor who does cochlear implants? Haven't you gone to see him yet?"

"She's a little scared," Cen Xue said with a wry smile. Older people are always a bit stubborn. "After all, she needs a craniotomy. Just reading the treatment instructions scared her to tears."

So I felt bad and kept putting it off.

At this time, the navigation also calls out the vehicle's driving route.

The external notification sounded immediately after: "Confirmed destination - Xiangsen Cemetery in S City. Estimated travel time is three hours."

The city where "Flash Revolution" was recorded is adjacent to City S.

A close coincidence.

But Cen Xue was actually shocked when she heard the destination and quickly asked, "I thought you were just sending me to S City...!"

The man chuckled and said soothingly, "Since I'm going to give you a ride, of course I have to see you off to the end. Besides, I haven't been there for a while."

Man: "I bought two bouquets of flowers and put them in the trunk."

In front of men, Cen Xue always behaves somewhat subconsciously.

He secretly sighed and accepted the arrangement.

He turned his head to look out the window. The scenery passed by quickly, and the afterglow of the setting sun dyed many things golden.

"Thank you, Mr. Yan."

He thanked her.