Chapter 21
Jiang Wanting unexpectedly discovered that the tense relationship between Chen Meiyu and Zhou Zifang had eased a lot after they came out of the tea restaurant, and it could even be said that it had made great progress.
For example, now, these two have to go to the bathroom together.
Chen Meiyun said in a coquettish voice, "Brother Zifang, do you want some milk tea? I'll buy you a cup. I saw you didn't drink much of the tea in the restaurant just now."
"Brother Zifang, are you tired? I see you look a little pale."
Zhou Zifang: "What are you talking about? This is called cold white skin - do you understand?"
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The two figures disappeared around the corner of the corridor, and Jiang Wan didn't hear what they said next. If Lu Jiyu hadn't been there, she might have been unable to resist checking to see if they had entered the same bathroom.
"Do you think their relationship is suddenly strange?" On weekends, not only were there long lines at the mall's restaurants, but even the restrooms were bustling with people. The corridor was long and narrow, and Jiang Wan was squeezed so tightly against the wall that she could only stand.
Lu Jiyu reached out to open the glass door for a young woman pushing a stroller, then turned back around, leaning against the wall with his shoulder tilted sideways. His shirt collar swung slightly, casually following his slumped shoulders. He didn't reply immediately. After lowering his head and returning to his phone's photo gallery, he glanced lazily at the girl next to him, as if he had just thought of something. "Didn't you hear that?"
Jiang Wan wasn't standing very close to him, so he couldn't quite hear what he said. He had no choice but to step forward and ask, "What did you hear?"
Lu Jiyu was idly studying the photo he'd just snapped, along with a video he'd accidentally snapped in a hurry. His finger silently dragged over the short progress bar, occasionally glancing at the person across from him. Zhou Zifang's head dominated both the photo and the video. However, the content on the TV screen behind him was still reasonably clear and complete. He briefly wondered if he should find a software program to crop out Zhou Zifang's head.
Then he thought again, maybe he was just too full and bored. Lu Jiyu turned off his phone and put it back in his pocket. He stood up straighter, with his hands folded in front of him. The packaged durian pastry was still hooked on his left index finger. There was a hint of nonchalantness in his eyes and eyebrows. He wondered what were you thinking about while eating. The two people opposite were shouting so loudly, but you didn't hear a word? Or was your mind on other things? For example -
Jiang Wan had some ability to read his mind. Seeing that he was about to speak, he said frankly, "I was chatting with you while eating just now, so I didn't really hear what they said."
"Well, that's my fault." Lu Jiyu deliberately misinterpreted her meaning.
"That's not what I meant." She spread her hands nonchalantly. "If you insist on thinking that way, there's nothing I can do."
The eldest daughter is really amazing, she can quote the scumbag’s quotes at will.
Lu Jiyu didn't show it on his face, but he was actually feeling a little frustrated. Jiang Wan was really a difficult person to amuse.
He tilted his head slightly, looking past Jiang Wan's profile to see behind her, as if to check if Zhou Zifang and the others had come out. But in reality, he was more interested in observing her. They'd been facing sideways during dinner, and he'd thought she looked beautiful today, but he hadn't been able to discern the specifics. Now, standing so close, Lu Jiyu finally got a clear look at her face.
Zhou Zifang once said that there are two kinds of beauties in this world. One is the beauty who looks like a plastic surgery template, with every facial feature perfectly matched and exquisite. The other is the beauty who is unique in her own way, with eyebrows and eyes that cannot be replicated. If you see this type of beauty in a crowd once, you will never forget it, and you may never see this type of beauty again in your life.
There is no doubt that Jiang Wan belongs to the latter category.
She had dressed up today. She had light makeup on her face, with a light pink at the corners of her eyes. When she tilted her head back and didn't speak, she gave people the illusion of "a spring breeze supporting a weak willow." Her style was soft and intellectual. Over a white long skirt, she wore a thin black suit jacket, with the sleeves turned up and folded at the elbows. Her long hair, which she usually wore down, was tied up in a playful and capable high ponytail. Lu Jiyu now remembered something quite interesting. Just now, when they came out of their meal and were going down the escalator, three girls happened to get on the elevator going up next to them.
Their first glance was at Lu Jiyu, but when Jiang Wan unconsciously turned her head, the three girls' full attention was glued to her. Although Lu Jiyu had a naturally ostentatious face, he actually didn't like being stared at. So at that moment, a thought suddenly occurred to him: if she was by his side, would he feel more free and at ease?
After all, she is not afraid of being seen.
"Zhou Zifang's mother runs a law firm, and your friend's 'white moonlight' happens to be interning at her mother's law firm."
"Chen Meiyun's white moonlight?" Jiang Wan wondered, mimicking Lu Jiyu's earlier movements as he turned his head to glance behind him, wondering what Chen Meiyun and Zhou Zizao were up to. She'd been in the bathroom for so long and still hadn't come back. Was she researching some milk tea in the restroom?
She turned back and continued the topic: "Is that Bai Yueguang from University C?"
Lu Jiyu stared at her face, his brows lowered. His gaze drifted silently from her watery eyes down her porcelain-white skin to the strand of hair clinging to the corner of her slightly raised lips. The dim, warm corridor light warmed his heart. It felt like a worm was slowly moving inside him, and an unfamiliar tingling gnawed at his rarely wavering self-control day and night.
Is that enough, Lu Jiyu?
He looked away, his mind wandering. "How do I know who Chen Meiyun's white moonlight is? I might know your white moonlight. Do you want me to tell you in detail?"
Lu Jiyu gave her a look that said, "How do I know that?" and wanted to end the conversation: "If you want to know the details, you should ask her yourself."
The look that fell on Jiang Wan's eyes was full of impatience. She thought she had made a mistake again and had done something to offend this young master again.
Although it was true that Lu Jiyu was quite impatient, he was impatient with himself.
"Zhou Zifang's mother runs a law firm. Does she have any lawyers who specialize in inheritance cases?"
Lu Jiyu calmed his chaotic mood, stood up from the wall, put his hands back into his pockets, and asked casually, "Who in your family wants to sue?"
Jiang Wan was holding his phone and looking for something. "I want to ask about the direction of the inheritance dispute."
"I mean." She was afraid that Lu Jiyu would misunderstand: "My parents are still alive, I'm just preparing for a rainy day."
Lu Jiyu was speechless. "Then you are really your parents' good son." He nodded softly, meaning, "Do you mind if she elaborates?"
Jiang Wan didn't really mind: "My parents divorced when I was in junior high school." When she mentioned this, she stopped talking inexplicably and looked at the person opposite her with a rather strange expression.
Lu Jiyu looked down at her, his calm eyes somewhat speechless. "Why? Does your father's divorce have anything to do with me?"
"Of course not." What are you thinking?
"Then why are you looking at me?" He was looking at me, but with that indescribable look, what did it mean?
Junior high school, I am reminding you of the golden age of this former academic master.
"No." Jiang Wan felt bored and continued, "Then I was awarded to my father. We have been dependent on each other until now. But I have recently felt that he is looking for a second spring. You have also seen social news. I cannot deny that there are still many conscientious stepmothers in this society, but my father has always had poor vision. I am worried that he will marry me a 'dragon and phoenix' who will abuse me, but will take away all our family property. Wouldn't that be a disaster? So I thought it would be better to make plans early than to be killed at the last minute. Don't you think so?"
"By the way, what flavor of milk tea does Zhou Zifang like to drink? Or does he have any other hobbies that don't cost much? As my future benefactor, I still need to curry favor with him first."
Jiang Wan readily opened the food delivery app on his phone.
Lu Jiyu tilted his head to look at the two people's entangled shadows on the ground. His usually cold eyes were filled with a hint of hidden ambition. "Zhou Zifang's law firm specializes in economic litigation. I do know a lawyer who is very good at handling cases in this area."
So who are you buying milk tea for now?
Who is your benefactor?
Jiang Wan looked at him, a hint of uncertainty in his clear eyes: "Um, are you saying this because you want to drink milk tea?"
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Zhou Zifang was shocked to realize that he had only gone to the bathroom when Lu Jiyu looked at him as if he wanted to eat him.
He fell behind the group and pondered for a long time, turning his short life experience upside down, wondering what he had done to offend him. In a flash, he suddenly understood why!
Lu Jiyu was jealous! He was jealous of Zhou Zifang.
Thinking back to when he was in school until now, every time he went to the toilet, he would find a way to accompany his brother. But today, he was pestered by Chen Meiyu, and lost himself in her fake "giegie", which led to him neglecting his brother.
Without a word, Zhou Zifang rushed to the person in front, hooked Lu Jiyu's head with his long arms and pressed it into his arms, saying in a rather domineering voice: "Don't be angry, there are so many people watching. I will always have you in my heart~"
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Lu Jiyu was originally annoyed by him, and suddenly he was attacked by him. Seeing that the word "fuck" was on the tip of his tongue, he suddenly glanced back and saw Jiang Wan and the others looking at him. He swallowed it hard, and the swallowing made the tips of his ears red: "Let go, my neck is going to break."
Zhou Zifang smiled sweetly, not caring about the consequences. "Okay, okay, why are you acting so spoiled? Seriously."
Lu Jiyu will never be able to act like a spoiled child in this life.
It would be no problem to scatter your ashes, Zhou Zifang, a hundred years later.
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Just after seeing off Jiang Wan and Chen Meiyu, Lu Jiyu received a call from Li Mu.
It was quite lively on the other end of the phone.
He kept saying, "You unfilial descendant! You didn't even inform us when you came back!"
"Just because you've had some Western education, you don't recognize your Chinese grandmother anymore!"
"What did you yell at me just now? Screw you! You little bastard, you even forgot your grandma's name?!"
Li Mu complained: "Grandma, what are you talking about? When I say 'my majesty' in English, it means Her Majesty the Queen. Stop it, I'm on the phone with my friend. I'll kowtow and apologize to you after I finish the call!"
After a careful door closing sound——
Li Mu said in a panic, "You heard it too, Beibei. I just finished dressing up and was about to go out when my grandma and grandpa showed up. I guess I'll be two hours late before I can meet you. Please tell Zhou Zifang too. I'll treat you to dinner tonight. I'm really sorry."
"No problem, just do your thing." Lu Jiyu listened with his phone to his ear as he reached out and pulled Zhou Zifang out of the long line at the cake shop. "Still eating? Li Mu is coming in late, so let's treat us to dinner tonight. Let's save some space for him."
Several girls around were staring at him, so Lu Jiyu could only carry Zhou Zifang and walk forward while talking.
Zhou Zifang was about to get angry at being dragged out for no reason, and before he could even register his reluctance, his expression suddenly shifted to one of joy and celebration. "Really? I'm going to have a seafood buffet tonight and show capitalism the iron hammer of our socialism."
"Iron stomach is pretty good." Lu Jiyu smiled and curled a faint arc.
Li Mu on the other end of the phone: "I said you guys were planning something behind my back, couldn't you? Is it okay for you to tell me like that?"
Zhou Zifang leaned over to the phone in a frivolous manner: "Why is it inappropriate? Who told you to betray the organization and travel across the ocean?"
Li Mu argued: "I just learned from the foreigners to defeat the enemy! You know nothing!"
"Okay, hanging up." Lu Jiyu said, putting his hand on Zhou Zifang's shoulder. After taking care of one, there was another waiting here. He pressed his fingertips against his shoulder blades and secretly lowered his head, his eyes half-curled, his heavy eyes full of scrutiny. "Tell me, what did you say to Chen Meiyun in the bathroom just now?"
How could this topic jump so quickly?
Zhou Zifang belatedly sensed the danger. Now that he was pinned down, escaping was impossible. He giggled and played dumb, "What can I say to her? We're not even close."
"Then you were gone for so long? You were really just researching some milk tea in there, weren't you?" Lu Jiyu loosened his grip and looked at him with a cold expression in his eyes, which made Zhou's hair stand on end. Suddenly, he nodded in anger and sneered, "You're really something, Zhou Zifang, plotting against me behind my back, right?"
They were on the first floor, with a McDonald's on their left. Lu Jiyu pushed the door open and walked in, not caring if anyone else followed him in. He found a secluded corner against the wall and sat down.
Zhou Zifang also came over, cautiously and guiltily sizing up the person across from him who was scanning the QR code to place his order. "You're hungry again right after finishing your meal?"
Lu Jiyu slumped back in his chair, clutching his phone, as if he hadn't heard anything, not even looking up. His face clearly spelled out: YOU! MIND! THIS! BOY! THIS! BOY!
"Oh! I really didn't say anything!" Zhou Zifang hated Lu Jiyu's "cold war" with him. It had been like this since they were little. He, Zhou Zifang, was a talkative person, but now he was the only one talking, and no one was paying attention to him. Didn't he just become an idiot talking to himself?
"Okay, okay, I'll say, that--" He finally made up his mind and decided to confess everything after five minutes of stubborn resistance. The dog sitting opposite him suddenly dug himself out of the chair slowly, without even looking at him, turned around, put his phone in his pocket and walked out swaggeringly.
What does this mean?! You don't even want to hear his explanation?
Zhou Zifang had no choice but to stand up as well, following him in self-deprecation, "Fuck, what do you mean? Where are you going, Mr. Lu? Didn't I just resist for five minutes? Five minutes in total! You won't even let me resist for five minutes! This is too much! I was wrong, I was really wrong!"
Lu Jiyu had been holding it in for a while, but now he couldn't hold it in any longer. His brows relaxed, and the aura he had exuded dissipated by half. He waved away Zhou Zifang's outstretched claws and teased him coldly, "You want to play games with me? Go back and practice some more."
"Also, I'm just going to pick up a meal, why are you following me?"
Zhou Zifang???
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