Ling Qingyun was only a man in his early twenties. Looking at Tong Xiaohuai under the dim, slightly ambiguous lighting in the VIP room, he felt that she was so beautiful that she seemed otherworldly.
With romantic thoughts in mind, the way she looked at Tong Xiaohuai unconsciously changed.
Tong Xiaohuai's mind wasn't on Ling Qingyun. After answering him, she picked up the phone, dialed a number, and directly instructed the person on the other end to pack two dozen bottles of red wine and send them over.
She was completely unaware of Ling Qingyun's burning gaze.
Yan Bo's gaze was mostly fixed on Tong Xiaohuai, but when he turned around this time, he saw Ling Qingyun staring at Tong Xiaohuai with undisguised eyes.
His eyes darkened, and he swirled the glass in his hand. "Young Master Ling, didn't you mention the other day that your family had arranged a blind date for you? How's it going? Is good news on the horizon?"
Yan Bo's interruption was quite abrupt. Ling Qingyun paused for a moment, then withdrew her burning gaze from Tong Xiaohuai and met Yan Bo's eyes.
Whether it was a misperception or not, a sharp glint flashed in Yan Bo's eyes, a man who was usually gentle and polite.
Ling Qingyun pretended he had misread it, touched his nose and coughed, "Third Young Master, it's best not to say such discouraging things at a time like this."
Yan Bo chuckled twice. "Disappointing? Shouldn't this be a joyous occasion?"
As the two were talking, there was a knock on the door. It was the manager who personally delivered two dozen bottles of red wine.
Yan Bo's conversation with Ling Qingyun was interrupted, and Yan Bo was extremely displeased.
Ling Qingyun was quite puzzled. Why was Young Master Yan acting so strangely tonight?
"Young Master Yan, Young Master Ling, these are wines that we exclusively distribute. If you like them after trying them, just give me a call and I'll have someone deliver them to you."
Ling Qingyun was naturally happy because this meant he would have another chance to meet this beautiful eldest daughter of the Tong family in the future.
But Yanbo became increasingly unhappy. He spent two meals and sent flowers for more than ten days before finally getting her to change her way of addressing him as Yanbo.
How come he's become Young Master Yan again?
Was it because Ling Qingyun was present?
But just now, everything was fine. How come everything changed after I came in and drank a little bit of wine?
Yan Bo tilted his head and subtly observed Tong Xiaohuai, while Tong Xiaohuai, because of her previous thoughts, deliberately placed Yan Bo and Ling Qingyun on the same level.
She felt she was being incredibly oblivious; her father had clearly warned her from the beginning that this Young Master Yan was interested in her.
She thought that a scion of a prominent family like him probably only had a casual attitude towards relationships and female companions.
But after thinking about it for a moment, it seems that he wasn't just playing around at all.
And yet, knowing full well that he was interested in her, she still allowed him to get closer.
Tong Xiaohuai admitted that she was not ready for a relationship. After all, her current situation was like walking a tightrope between two cliffs, and if she was not careful, she would fall into the abyss and never be able to get out.
Right now, she simply doesn't have the time or energy to be in a relationship.
Even if it were just a relationship based on enjoyment, she didn't have those kinds of thoughts.
"Xiao Huai, why are you being so formal with me?" Yan Bo couldn't read her expression, so he had to ask directly.
Ling Qingyun was still wondering why Young Master Yan seemed like a different person when he heard him ask Tong Xiaohuai such a question. Looking at the way he looked at Tong Xiaohuai, which seemed to be both resentful and angry, and combined with the question he asked Tong Xiaohuai, he vaguely understood something!
Ling Qingyun was quite frightened by her own conjecture. After all, Yan Bo was a prince with impeccable lineage. Even if he didn't follow the official path, any one of his family members was a powerful figure who could terrify people.
And who is Tong Xiaohuai?
She used to be the daughter of a gangster boss in L City, but now she is the current head of the Tong family. With such a background, is there really no problem?
Of course, in this day and age, men and women are very casual about many relationships, and it cannot be ruled out that this Young Master Yan is just a little interested in Tong Xiaohuai and wants to play around with her.
Is someone like Tong Xiaohuai someone you can just mess with?
In short, these two people are extremely incompatible, whether they are serious or just playing around.
Thinking about it this way, Ling Qingyun felt that she needed to do something to remind Yan Bo, or even just remind the two of them.
As for his previous ambiguous thoughts, they had long since been completely extinguished by fear.
He was about to say something when he heard Tong Xiaohuai say something.
"Young Master Yan, I'm not being polite at all. You and Young Master Ling are my honored guests! I'll let my brothers know in a bit, and from now on, when you and Young Master Ling come to the gym, you'll be treated like VIPs."
"No need, I, Yanbo, am not so poor that I can't afford to drink at full price!" Yanbo replied coldly.
That sounds like something said in a fit of pique!
Tong Xiaohuai frowned slightly, but reached for the wine bottle and poured half a glass of wine into Yan Bo's empty glass.
"I apologize, I'm a straightforward person. I genuinely treated you both as honored guests, but I didn't expect that Young Master Yan would misunderstand. Young Master Ling, please put in a good word for me!"
Ke Yanbo would rather be an ordinary friend without any special privileges than accept this kind of VIP position that is merely a formality.
He gave Tong Xiaohuai a deep look, but didn't say anything.
Ling Qingyun vaguely sensed that the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder, and secretly regretted suggesting that they go for a drink.
After speaking, Tong Xiaohuai looked at him with a pleading gaze.
Ling Qingyun forced himself to pick up his wine glass and clinked it with Yan Bo's. "Third Young Master, come, have a drink. If Miss Tong has said anything wrong, just laugh it off. Why should we, as grown men, argue with a little girl?"
Yan Bo didn't even reach for the wine. He leaned back, his hands outstretched on the back of the sofa, his cold gaze sweeping over Ling Qingyun before looking at Tong Xiaohuai.
Ling Qingyun felt a chill run down his spine from his gaze. He had never known that the Third Young Master had such a cold and aloof side.
Tong Xiaohuai, feeling somewhat guilty, lowered his eyes and sipped his wine.
Yan Bo suddenly felt very bored, whether it was Ling Qingyun or Tong Xiaohuai.
"Sorry, I was being stingy! I suddenly remembered I have some things to take care of, so I have to go now!"
As he spoke, he stood up.
Tong Xiaohuai looked up in astonishment. Yan Bo was standing right under the light. She couldn't see the expression on his face, but his aura was full of gloom. She felt that she was not only shrouded in his tall shadow, but the temperature around her seemed to have dropped a few degrees because of his shield.
"Third Young Master, that's not what I meant..."
Tong Xiaohuai wanted to explain, but Yan Bo had no intention of listening to her explanation. He turned around, strode towards the door, opened the door, and slipped out, leaving the two people in the room looking at each other in bewilderment.
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