Su Ping raised an eyebrow, neither confirming nor denying. Someone like Shen Jiayu, who has so much money he doesn't know what to do with it, could indeed do such a thing.
Su Ping was already full before all the dishes were served. Looking at the table full of food, she suddenly felt guilty. She should have known better than to impulsively order so much.
Just as Shen Jiayu was about to wipe his mouth, he suddenly felt Su Ping's gaze on him. Looking over, he found Su Ping staring at him with a self-righteous expression.
"I can't finish this, you should eat more so we don't waste it."
Mo Silan, who was eating the shrimp that the waiter had peeled for her, looked up at the table piled high with food and glanced at Shen Jiayu with heartache.
My aunt is too cruel. There are so many dishes that ten people couldn't finish them all, yet she wants my uncle to eat them all by himself.
Shen Jiayu was caught in a dilemma: whether to wipe his mouth or not.
At that moment, the door to the private room was pushed open again, and someone walked in with a camera.
"Since both of you met the spending requirements, you will receive an extra photo taken by our photographer!"
The waiter, who was already tired of peeling shrimp, quickly stood up, took off his gloves, and started clapping.
Is this even possible?
Su Ping blinked. If she hadn't seen the equally bewildered look on Shen Jiayu's face, she would have suspected that Shen Jiayu had arranged it this way on purpose.
Why does that waiter with the camera look so familiar?
Su Ping looked up and was shocked by what she saw.
If she had known she would run into Wen Shu here, she would have kept a low profile.
Wen Shu looked at Su Ping, who had turned her gaze away guiltily, and stared at her resentfully without saying a word.
Didn't this woman say she would turn over a new leaf after getting a fiancé?
What's going on with her showing up at this romantic restaurant with another man and a child?
Were all the things I told myself before just lies? Was it just because I was tired of the excuses I made up?
Shen Jiayu noticed that Su Ping's gaze had been fixed on the waiter for a while, and couldn't help but frown and follow her gaze.
That male waiter was indeed quite handsome; no wonder Pingping lingered on him for so long.
Even though I was sitting right next to her, she still had the mind to look at other men!
Another waiter, noticing the awkward atmosphere, quickly clapped his hands to interrupt their thoughts.
"How about the two of you stand by the window and take a photo together?"
Shen Jiayu stared intently at Wen Shu, whose eyes were darting around at Su Ping, and stood up from his chair.
"Okay, but you'd better make us look good in the photos."
Before Su Ping could react, Shen Jiayu grabbed her wrist and led her toward the French windows.
Wen Shu looked at the two people holding hands tightly and felt a pang of heartache.
Seeing that he didn't move, another waiter quickly gestured to him with his eyes, urging him to take a couple of photos as a gesture.
This little Wenming was perfectly fine before, so why does he act like he's lost his soul tonight when he sees this woman?
And he dared to stare at her so intently when her husband was right next to her.
He should talk to the manager about this later, otherwise his work attitude could easily upset customers.
Feeling Shen Jiayu wrap his arm around her waist, as if asserting his ownership, Su Ping felt somewhat awkward.
After trying to break free and finding she couldn't, she simply gave up.
Anyway, it won't hurt to get hugged. Would he dare to kiss me in front of other people?
Upon hearing that photos were to be taken, Mo Silan immediately stopped eating the shrimp in her hand, wiped her fingers on the tablecloth, and excitedly got up to come over.
"I want to film too! I want to film too!"
Su Ping figured that since tonight was a belated birthday celebration for Mo Silan, it wouldn't be wrong to include him in the photos.
Just as she was about to reach out and pull him close, she realized that Shen Jiayu had already blocked Mo Silan's path as she ran towards him.
Shen Jiayu looked at him with a warning expression, then said, "Silan, don't you dislike taking pictures?"
Mo Silan felt a pang of grievance. When did he ever stop liking taking pictures?
He was even praised by the girls in his class as the most handsome when they took a group photo, so he loves taking pictures the most.
But the expression on my uncle's face was really scary, as if he would break my leg if I took another step forward.
Between taking photos and his own safety, he chose the latter.
After taking one last reluctant look at her aunt's beautiful face, Mo Silan shook her head and took two steps back.
"I really don't like taking pictures, uncles, you can take them."
Su Ping was both amused and exasperated. Shen Jiayu had driven this little boy to such an extreme degree that it broke her heart to see him so sensible.
Wen Shu, who was holding the camera, was somewhat surprised to hear Mo Silan address Shen Jiayu.
So this child wasn't theirs. He glanced at Su Ping again and suddenly wanted to slap himself.
What was he thinking when he was so confused? Pingping is so young, how could she have such a big child?
But what exactly is her relationship with this man?
As a man, he could see the other man's possessiveness towards Pingping; otherwise, he wouldn't have used such a hostile gaze to warn him and assert his dominance.
So were all the things she said when she rejected me just excuses?
She can be with someone else, so why can't that person be herself?
Wen Shu grew increasingly angry as he thought about it, and his hand holding the camera began to tremble.
Another waiter watching was terrified. He just wanted to get the two people out of there as soon as possible, lest they give him a bad review and he and the manager deduct his wages.
Aren't you going to take the picture yet?
Seeing that he didn't react, Shen Jiayu couldn't help but frown and ask.
Although he had never met this man before, his intuition told him that this man definitely knew Pingping.
I bet it's someone you secretly met behind my back a while ago, right?
Thinking of this, he lowered his eyes to look at Su Ping, whom he was holding in his arms, his gaze slightly cold.
He thought that when she ever remembered him, he would really find a villa and lock her inside.
That way, no one can see her, and she can only see herself.
Feeling Shen Jiayu's hand on her waist gradually tighten, Su Ping shifted uncomfortably.
The force disappeared the next second, as if it were just her imagination.
Wen Shu felt heartbroken seeing this scene before him and could only raise his hand and speak dryly.
"Ready? Three, two, one..."
At the last second, Shen Jiayu bent down slightly and planted a kiss on Su Ping's cheek.
Su Ping was completely stunned. She never expected him to be so shameless as to kiss her like that in front of other people.
The shutter clicked just in time to capture the moment Shen Jiayu kissed Su Ping, who then showed a surprised expression.
Looking at the photo of the two of them, Wen Shu felt inexplicably annoyed.
However, before he could delete it, Shen Jiayu seemed to have sensed something and strode up and snatched the camera away.
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