Wu Yue slightly turned her body to avoid Que Guanghuai's head, which was hurtling towards her.
With his other hand, he grabbed Zhou Yunwei, who was almost caught in the blast, and pulled her to his side.
"Excuse me, what's up?"
"Um, Wu Yue..."
Que Guanghuai slammed on the brakes and waved apologetically.
Wu Yue: "?"
Her cool, clear eyes, reflecting the sunset glow, fell on the boy's face, carrying a hint of inquiry.
"It was wrong of me to throw the book just now. I want to apologize to you. I'm sorry," Que Guanghuai sincerely apologized.
The girl replied indifferently, "Mm."
Zhou Yunwei's collar was still being held by Wu Yue. She turned to the side, her eyes darting around, a hint of surprise flashing in them.
The young master of the Que family actually apologized to someone?!
This means the sky is about to rain red blood, a mother is about to remarry, and the sun is rising in the west!
Que Guanghuai glanced back at the tall, slender figure leaning against the edge of the desk. The figure had long legs, which were casually crossed, and the person was looking down at their phone.
The shimmering sunset light outside the window cast small patches of light on his soft, dark hair, highlighting his features and making every line resemble a figure from a painter's work.
Her eyelashes, thicker and longer than a girl's, resembled resting black butterflies alighting on the halo of light.
Those eyes were calm and indifferent.
Seeing that Yan Chiyu had no reaction, Que Guanghuai gritted his teeth and bowed thirty degrees to Wu Yue, "Wu Yue, I'm sorry, please forgive me."
"No need to make such a big deal out of it. My anger had already subsided by the time I threw the book in the trash can." Wu Yue tapped Que Guanghuai's shoulder with her index finger, signaling him to get up.
At that moment, Que Guanghuai turned his head and secretly glanced at Yan Chiyu, only to see the young man suddenly stand up and walk towards them.
Que Guanghuai swallowed hard, unable to contain his urge to speak.
To be honest, he had never been this nervous before.
There's a feeling of waiting to be judged...
The two onlookers, Song Wenzhi and Qian Bolun, who usually loved to mock Que Guanghuai, fell silent upon sensing the strange atmosphere, treating it all as a good show.
"Boss?"
Que Guanghuai felt very aggrieved; this was the first time he had ever faced someone his age who had to compromise so much.
Back when he was swaggering around the capital with the title of Young Master Que, Yan Chiyu was probably still playing in the mud in some nook and cranny.
But he could only console himself that life is like that, like a roller coaster with its ups and downs, and everyone has their low points.
Once he gets past this hurdle, he'll pay someone to beat up Yan Chiyu and settle things...
...back to...
Que Guanghuai looked up and met Yan Chiyu's deep, cold eyes, and forced a smile, "Well, boss."
...Let's...forget it!
"Don't call me that, it messes up the generations." The boy frowned slightly.
Que Guanghuai immediately fell silent, made a gesture as if sealing his mouth, and nodded.
Yan Chiyu glanced at him slightly: "I'll treat you to dinner and milk tea."
His tone was soft, yet it carried an invisible sense of command.
Zhou Yunwei had never been asked out by a boy before, and she stammered nervously, "Wu...Wu Yue, didn't we already...didn't we make a date?"
Wu Yue patted Zhou Yunwei's hand to comfort her: "It's a free meal, let's take advantage of it."
Qian Bolun pointed to himself and Song Wenzhi, "Me, are we going too?"
"Um."
The boy replied lazily. His gaze then fell on the girl's face, his expression ambiguous.
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Picky eater
It's a fried chicken and beverage shop.
Six people sat by the window.
Wu Yue sat in the middle, with Yan Chiyu on her left and Zhou Yunwei on her right.
Que Guanghuai and the other two sat opposite each other.
Dinner parties are a great way to bring people together.
Qian Bolun is a well-known social butterfly in the circle—no, I mean, a go-getter. He's incredibly outgoing and can quickly liven up any situation, no matter how quiet or shy you are.
He quickly took out his phone, tapped the QR code, and showed it to Wu Yue: "Wu Yue, Zhou, let's add each other on WeChat. I'll create a group so we can chat together later."
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