He completely forgot that this was Zhao family territory, and Zhao Jiening was a high and mighty little princess. Zhao Jiening smiled, unable to suppress her desire.
"Your competitor," the rich second-generation said, enunciating each word clearly. He put down his wine glass, took out his phone, and swiped it, his expression full of provocation. "He's a barista. You know, to become the Zhao family's son-in-law, just knowing how to make coffee isn't enough. Do you understand the game of capital? Can you manage the company? Can you help her protect her crown and glory?"
Blue Mountain hadn't thought about these issues.
He was simply smitten by Miss Zhao's advances.
The happiness he envisioned was her morning espresso with toast or a sandwich; or a refreshing cappuccino when she was tired; or a sweet "Amour" on their anniversary. Every aspect of his plans was related to coffee. He even forgot that he had once said that coffee wasn't everything in life.
"So what if I don't understand or know how? It's enough that I like him." Zhao Jiening said firmly, every word a declaration of love.
"Jie Ning, be rational. We all know that liking someone is the cheapest thing. How long can your liking last? Don't let your momentary impulses deceive you. Your future is an arranged marriage, but you're not a good match, and there's no future for you."
The rich kid's words struck Lan Shan's chest like hammer blows. He looked at Zhao Jiening, fearing that the rich kid's words might become reality.
Now nobody's dancing anymore; everyone's watching this debate about worldviews on love.
Zhao Sheng, accompanied by his wife, watched coldly from the sidelines.
Xue Qiandai was worried about Lan Shan, and Huo Yunchao squeezed her fingers. This was something Lan Shan had to face; no one could help him.
Reality had not yet arrived, but Zhao Jiening remained steadfast. Lan Shan drew courage from her eyes.
"I think that even if I am just a barista, I can still have the ability to make her happy."
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