Tang Yue lowered his eyes, his gentle amber pupils gradually showing signs of impatience. His ingrained good manners and gentlemanly conduct prevented him from publicly chasing away a lady, but after being pestered for more than ten minutes, his irritation grew stronger.
Seemingly oblivious to his coldness, Ji Yun Chu greeted him warmly and affectionately.
Tang Yue looked up at the huge display screen above the cake shop. They had already called number 345. There were only two numbers left before it was his turn. After thinking about it, he decided to be patient.
Meeting Ji Yun Chu was an accident.
Tang Yue and Qin Feng discussed business at the teahouse for a while. Afterwards, he suddenly remembered a popular cake shop on Huadong Road. Yu Wan had craved their chiffon cake during her trip abroad. Since Qiaohua Road was very close to Huadong Road, he walked over and bumped into Ji Yun Chu just as he reached the cake shop.
"...Don't worry, Yue, I will definitely work hard and strive to sign a contract with Ellen's studio as soon as possible." Ji Yun Chu raised a bright smile, her right hand loosely clenched into a fist in front of her chest, looking strong and optimistic. "When I reach a bigger stage in the future, I will play the violin for you again."
She tilted her head, revealing her slender, snow-white swan neck at just the right moment, her beautiful posture attracting the frequent glances of many male otaku on the street.
"No need." Tang Yue raised his chin, his voice cold and indifferent: "Miss Ji has the wrong person. We have no relationship. Your words will cause misunderstandings."
He might have once planned to feign friendship with this woman, but that was all before he fell for Yu Wan. Now that Ji Yun Chu is still his ex-fiancée, if he continues to entangle himself with her, he'll practically become a scumbag.
"Also, we're not that close. From now on, Miss Ji, please call me Mr. Tang." Tang Yue's eyes were clear and sharp as he decisively drew a line between them.
Ji Yun Chu's expression was not good. Suddenly, she thought of something, and tears welled up in her eyes. She asked pitifully, "A Yue, are you angry with me?"
She reached out to grab Tang Yue's hand, but he avoided it. His face stiffened for a moment, then he quickly explained with a wronged expression, "My father forcibly dissolved our engagement, and he kept me locked up at home during the time the Tang family was in trouble. Yue, I do have feelings for you..."
"Oh……"
Tang Yue scoffed, "It's a waste of your talent that you don't go into the entertainment industry to act."
Ji Yun Chu met those eyes, her heart skipped a beat, and she froze on the spot.
The man's eyes were cold and clear, his brows furrowed with disdain. Stripped of his gentle exterior, his aura was cold, fierce, and arrogant; he was clearly not someone to be trifled with.
Ji Yun Chu clenched her fists all night, suppressing the urge to run away, and continued to play the role of a deeply affectionate person: "A Yue, I know you are angry with me, and I apologize to you."
Tang Yue frowned. He had already shown some leniency, but he hadn't expected the other party to be so shameless.
"Who do you think you are?" A gentle smile slowly curved his lips as he casually swept his gaze up and down at her. He didn't say the rest of his words, but his words were laced with even more sarcasm.
Ji Yun Chu choked up halfway through her sob when she heard these merciless words. Tears awkwardly clung to her eyelashes, threatening to fall.
Tang Yue felt a surge of disgust, involuntarily thinking of that arrogant and boastful girl. The contrast only intensified his aversion to Ji Yun Chu. Why, with so many ways to scheme against Tang Zhan Hang and the others, did he choose the disgusting plan of getting engaged to her for the sake of convenience and speed?
"Number 347, is Number 347 here?" a cake shop employee asked through a megaphone.
Tang Yue exhaled a breath of stale air, ignoring the woman in front of him. He walked straight to the counter, picked up the cake bag, and leisurely strolled to the street to hail a taxi.
Watching him leave, Ji Yun Chu kept thinking: He queued for so long, wasn't it to buy it for her?
In the taxi.
Tang Yue sent Yu Wan a WeChat message.
[Tang Yue: My sir, it's so windy today. I queued for almost an hour and a half, but I still managed to get you a chiffon cake from In55. Please give me some compliments! JPG]
The message had just been sent when the screen suddenly displayed "The other party has enabled friend verification..."
Tang Yue: "..."
He tried texting and calling, and finally came to a conclusion: What happened? He had been blocked by his temperamental employer again!
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The bar was noisy and chaotic.
Meng Shen glanced at the caller ID, then at the drunken Yu Wan, and dared not press the answer button. If Tang Yue found out he had brought Yu Wan to a bar, he'd skin him alive! He couldn't answer!
But... the one who tied the knot must untie it; there was clearly a misunderstanding between them. Seeing Yu Wan's distressed state, he couldn't bear it.
The call ended abruptly after that hesitation.
Before the screen went dark, Huang Renfeng caught a glimpse of it and, with a trembling heart, gave a thumbs up: "Brother Shen, you actually dared not answer Master Yue's call? You're a genius, I admire you."
Meng Shen sensed the apprehension and fear in his tone, guessing that something must have happened while he was away. As he pondered this, the phone rang again.
Hesitantly, Huang Renfeng quickly pressed the answer button. Tang Yue had leverage over him, so it was always better to curry favor with him. However, when Meng Shen glared at him, he obsequiously poured himself a full glass of wine and mouthed, "My hand was shaking, I'll punish myself with three drinks."
Meng Shen: "..."
Now that things have come to this, I have no choice but to bite the bullet and answer the phone: "Hello?"
"You're at a bar?"
Tang Yue's first words made Meng Shen's breath catch in his throat.
"You didn't answer the phone just now because Wanwan had been drinking?"
Upon hearing the second sentence, Meng Shen felt his heart nearly explode, and only two words popped into his blank mind: It's over!
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Yu Wan's drinking manners were excellent in the eyes of her younger brothers. She was quiet and unassuming, sitting on the sofa with her head down and legs crossed, playing games. She consistently won MVP, and her superb skills left no doubt that she was drunk.
As everyone clinked glasses and enjoyed themselves to the fullest, someone shouted "Master Yue," instantly freezing the lively atmosphere. The group of unruly spoiled brats immediately straightened their posture, becoming respectful, obedient, and as quiet as chickens.
In the silence, Huang Renfeng stood up and smiled ingratiatingly: "Master Yue, please sit here."
The others instinctively lifted their legs to make way.
"I'm taking Wanwan back with me. You don't mind, do you?" Tang Yue glanced at everyone present with a faint look, finally fixing his gaze on Yu Wan's face, his eyes darkening.
His breathing was heavy, and even with that gentle smile, no one in the room dared to even breathe loudly.
"I don't mind."
Huang Renfeng took the lead, and the other underlings followed suit.
"It's late, and we have class tomorrow, so we were about to call it a night."
"Brother Yue, how did you get here? It's cold and hard to get a taxi. Do you want me to call a designated driver to take you home?"
"Deliver my ass, why are you meddling? Of course, Master Yue had his driver bring it over."
Tang Yue walked up to Yu Wan, pursed his lips, and softened his voice: "Wanwan, I've come to take you home."
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