As the two entered the building, the waiter hurriedly came out to greet them, saying apologetically, "Please come this way, gentlemen. However, there are no private rooms available on the second floor. If you don't mind, would you please sit in the main hall upstairs?"
Yesterday, Zhu Jiayu had already asked Lüzheng to inform the manager to reserve a private room for today's tasting. The manager gave the order, and the waiters naturally remembered it. Now, seeing the girl who came to make the reservation yesterday following behind the elegantly dressed young lady, they immediately realized that the one who was coming to taste the dishes today was actually this young lady.
After all, it was Sheng Yun Lou's fault for doing this unfairly. Seeing a hint of displeasure flash in the eyes of the elegant and handsome young man beside him, the waiter quickly explained:
"Yesterday, Miss's people came to make arrangements, and we naturally reserved a private room for her. However, the person who came today is of extraordinary status, and we really have no choice..."
"Never mind," Zhu Jiayu glanced at Wei Qinglou, "I have nothing to do today, so I can come later. If you have something to do, you can go back first."
Wei Qinglou shook his head: "I'm fine."
What could be more important than her?
Seeing that the seemingly unapproachable young master had been persuaded by the young lady beside him, the waiter breathed a sigh of relief. In the blink of an eye, he saw the guest who had booked the last private room come downstairs. He hurriedly went over to him, bowing and smiling, "Young master, what's wrong? Is there anything I've done wrong in our hospitality?"
That person was upright and honest, with gentle and kind eyes, like a lotus standing gracefully before the Buddha.
Wearing a round-necked robe made of silver-plated jeweled satin with cloud patterns, he exuded a natural charm even amidst the bustling restaurant.
Zhu Jiayu looked up, momentarily stunned. The next instant, the person had already stepped past the waiter and stood before her. "It really is you..."
It sounded like a wistful sigh, yet also like a joyful reflection.
Wei Qinglou stepped forward slightly, shielding Zhu Jiayu behind him, his voice cold and stern: "If I remember correctly, Young Master Wang and Miss Zhu did not have much interaction in Suiping. Now that you have met by chance, there is no need to act as if you are reuniting with an old friend."
Putting everything else aside, the look of joy on Wang Huaiyu's face, as if he had just gotten something back, was really an eyesore.
Wang Huaiyu was stunned for a moment. Before he could think of what to say, he saw the handsome young man with a cold expression pull Zhu Jiayu away.
Although Zhu Jiayu felt helpless, she smiled and let him do as he pleased, seemingly without any displeasure.
He stared blankly as they walked out of the restaurant. Just as he was feeling utterly lost, a shadow suddenly fell upon him. It was the servant who had been behind the handsome young man. He looked at him in confusion, and then heard him say:
"Young Master Wang, you must have noticed that my young master and Miss Zhu have a special relationship. Although they haven't announced it to the public yet, I believe that a man who is virtuous and self-respecting would not interfere in someone else's relationship. Don't you agree?"
Having said these words, Shujian walked out of the restaurant with his head held high and quickly caught up with his young master.
Since his son got together with Miss Zhu yesterday, his monthly allowance has tripled.
In order to protect his monthly salary—no, in order to protect his young master's hard-won love—Shujian believed that a loyal and astute subordinate had an obligation to remove unnecessary obstacles and troubles from his young master's path to love.
Even after walking a long distance from Shengyun Tower, the coldness on Weiqing Tower's facade had not yet faded.
There were stalls selling trinkets on the street, and the vendors were calling out listlessly. It seemed that they were more interested in killing time than attracting customers.
Seeing that Zhu Jiayu was completely oblivious to his mood and instead was enthusiastically picking out velvet flower bracelets and other items for young girls at the stall, Wei Qinglou became even more sullen.
He sulked to himself, while Zhu Jiayu had already bought her things and was about to take out her wallet to pay. He glanced at her, walked over, and took out a small piece of silver to give to the stall owner: "Keep the change."
Zhu Jiayu couldn't help but chuckle and waved the red rope in front of him.
“Reach out,” she said.
Wei Qinglou raised his eyebrows, not understanding what she was going to do, but still did as she was told, sticking out a slender wrist from his sleeve.
It resembles green bamboo and has the texture of jade.
Zhu Jiayu lowered her eyes, tied the red string around his wrist, then raised her hand to show him the exact same red string on her wrist, and said in a very tolerant tone, which also seemed to be trying to cheer him up:
"Next time something like this happens, show this red string. This isn't an ordinary red string; now, it's a symbol of your status."
She frowned in distress: "But you have to get used to it. After all, I'm so nice, it's understandable that others would have inappropriate thoughts about me."
Wei Qinglou was almost laughing in anger at her words, but when he looked down at the bright red string on his wrist, he felt his heart soften completely.
He took Zhu Jiayu's hand, placed his own hand beside it, and compared them. After confirming that the two red ropes were exactly the same, he finally nodded in satisfaction.
But soon, he asked Zhu Jiayu to wait for him there for a while, and then went back and bought all the red ropes on the stall.
He carried the cloth bag the stall owner had given him, thinking contentedly, "Great, now no one will buy the same red rope as them."
Zhu Jiayu pursed her lips.
How childish.
But it's also kind of cute.
"But why is he here in Yujing too? And he seems to be..."
Zhu Jiayu recalled Wang Huaiyu's attire and the waiter's respectful attitude, and it seemed that his identity was quite extraordinary.
Wei Qinglou was in a good mood at the moment, so he didn't mind her pondering about Wang Huaiyu and generously offered to answer her questions:
"His father was the seventh son of the Wang family who had been living away from home. He was found by the Wang family in March, and the whole family was invited back to Yujing. In addition, Wang Huaiyu is indeed talented in reading, so he is highly regarded in the Wang family. The head of the Wang family has taken him to several poetry gatherings. Now he is quite famous in the capital."
"But that's just because of the Wang family's background. In terms of merit, they are really not as good as those noble sons who do real work."
This is referring to himself.
If it weren't for the fact that Miss Zhu was still there, Shu Jian really wanted to go up and remind him: Young Master, wake up, your tail is practically wagging in the air!
Zhu Jiayu sighed with some emotion: "Indeed, people of the same kind have different fates."
Why isn't she some adult's biological child who was abandoned? If that were the case, she wouldn't need to bother figuring out how to deal with Rong Heng.
Wei Qinglou understood her implication and chuckled, "You may not be able to be the daughter of a powerful family, but Miss Zhu could consider becoming the wife of a powerful family."
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