Chapter 11 Premier Wen is having a daily episode of illness.
He asked the expectant girl in the illusion.
Song Jinhuan pointed to the nearest matcha cheesecake mousse, "This one!"
The man lowered his small spoon, scooped up a small spoonful, and put it in his mouth.
It has a very strange taste.
How are you feeling?
Song Jinhuan stared at him expectantly, swallowing hard as she asked.
"Slightly bitter with a hint of freshness, a subtle saltiness, and a strong milky flavor."
This didn't suit his taste; in fact, it was a bit hard to swallow.
But the girl opposite him was clearly very interested.
"It must taste delicious!"
She licked her lips, her watery eyes filled with longing.
For some reason, he didn't want to show even a hint of displeasure.
Wen Li smiled and replied, though her words didn't reflect her true feelings, "Indeed, it's quite good."
Song Jinhuan was very envious, and then she pointed to another dessert.
Wen Li reached out with the spoon in her hand.
However, in reality, the man in the suit was far from as relaxed and happy as in the fantasy. He coldly stuffed dessert into his mouth one bite after another, and the whole process seemed monotonous and mechanical.
Xia Lele and the store manager couldn't help but observe the area over there.
"Could he have just broken up with his girlfriend?" the shop manager guessed.
"Really? He doesn't seem like the type to get heartbroken at all."
They look very good.
His appearance alone, and the noble aura he exuded, were enough to make her fall for the man in his suit.
How could anyone bear to make him sad?
"Love is such a simple thing, but it's not that simple," the shop manager remarked.
Xia Lele's hopes were rekindled by the store manager's words. Just then, a customer came in and walked towards the man.
A warm and enthusiastic female voice echoed through the large coffee shop.
She glanced out of the corner of her eye at the man in the corner; he remained expressionless.
It didn't attract the other party's attention.
Xia Lele, dejected, clutched the menu and walked over to the table of the newly arrived guests, absentmindedly taking notes.
On the way back to the front desk, I didn't notice the guest who had stood up and bumped straight into him.
The guest lost his balance and instinctively tried to grab onto something, but everything changed in the blink of an eye, and there was no time to find a foothold.
The coffee on the table, along with the bottom of the cup, was thrown up and flew towards the man in the suit in the corner, much to everyone's shock.
"Sir, be careful!" Xia Lele shouted urgently, wishing she could rush over and shield him from this undeserved disaster.
However, her arm was held tightly by the guest, who was afraid that she would irresponsibly slip away.
Even in the illusion, Wen Li could sense danger.
He could have reacted quickly and escaped unharmed.
However, out of selfishness, I was unwilling to leave without saying goodbye.
His shoulders were damp with a slightly hot liquid.
His eyes darkened slightly, but he looked apologetic at the girl and said gently, "I'm sorry, I've run into a little trouble. That's all for today."
He exuded gentlemanly manners.
Song Jinhuan was only slightly disappointed for a moment before waving her hand at him to show her understanding, saying, "Okay, go and take care of it!"
She had no idea what kind of trouble the other person was in, nor where they were at that moment, but she understood that reality was more important than illusion.
The girl's unwavering demeanor only intensified Wen Li's displeasure.
The fantasy scene vanished completely, and reality returned.
The noise from nearby, the discomfort in his shoulder, and the stains on his suit made his face dark and cold.
The man stood up, ignoring Xia Lele's loud apology, and went straight to the front desk to pay the bill.
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