There may be many people named Jiang Xinhai in the world. But there is only one Jiang Xinhai in the world.
However, precisely because there might be many people named Jiang Xinhai, Gu Yuqing couldn't be sure whether the person who appeared on Chen Ya's network screen and whom he was currently talking to was Jiang Xinhai.
The only thing she was sure of was that when Chen Ya looked at the three words "Jiang Xinhai" on the phone, his gaze became noticeably gentle, like the moonlight in the middle of the night.
Gu Yuqing suddenly felt a little unhappy for some reason.
It was obvious that he and this woman whose name was exactly the same as that of the national singing queen had some kind of past. The bright white moon shone on the earth, hiding the memories that you didn't want to mention... so much so that he now had to run outside the restaurant in a mysterious manner when he wanted to make a phone call.
She stood up holding her handbag, followed Chen Ya calmly, and jogged all the way to the cashier counter at the door, startling the clerk behind the counter.
"Hello, would you like to check out?" the cashier at the door asked politely.
"Yes. Let me see the bill."
Gu Yuqing didn't even look at her, but just stretched out her hand. The clerk put the bill in her hand, and she held the bill in front of her face.
He looked like he was looking at the bill carefully, but actually his eyes were fixed on Chen Ya who was behind the bill.
Chen Ya's voice drifted over with the wind, almost imperceptible:
"...Well, long time no see..."
"I'm fine, are you okay?..."
"Don't cry, what should I say if you're like this?..."
"I'm sorry..."
"Okay, okay, don't cry. Actually, I need your help with something..."
...The clerk at the cashier counter looked at Gu Yuqing in amazement. It was the first time she saw a customer gritting his teeth and looking ferocious while looking at the bill.
Moreover, everything about this person, including her clothes and bags, looks expensive. It's impossible that she would grit her teeth when she saw a bill of a hundred dollars, right?
Should I tell the boss that the prices of some dishes are too high?
Gu Yuqing bit her lips so hard that they almost bled.
Although I could only hear what Chen Ya said and not what the other party was saying, I could already imagine from Chen Ya's words that this was a touching drama between a couple who had been reunited after a long separation.
Such a touching storyline, such heartfelt emotions, such a dramatic plot... and I'm not the protagonist!
Instead, he was a naive naive guy who sat next to them, gnawing on duck neck and knowing nothing about anything, but came over to eavesdrop under the pretext of paying the bill.
Gu Yuqing was ignored. She was unhappy. She couldn't stand it.
She quickly and easily paid the bill with the trembling clerk, then returned to her seat calmly.
It was about half an hour later that Chen Ya came back.
Chen Ya made the call for half an hour, and Gu Yuqing also waited for half an hour. During this half hour, they just ate duck necks.
A cold duck neck bone rack, with grooves on it, I don't know if they were made by gnawing or were originally there.
Gu Yuqing had never waited for someone like this in her life. For her, this was also the first time she had such an experience in her life, just like the hot and wet kiss she had with Chen Ya in the bar last time.
Unfortunately, both of these were provided to her by Chen Ya, which was a cause for celebration.
Normally speaking, a person's life is bound to be full of waiting, and Gu Yuqing knows this deeply.
She’d seen airport drivers waiting in the rain, maids waiting at home, and employees waiting in conference rooms.
But she herself never waited, because she had money.
When you have this much money, you basically don’t need to wait, as others will wait for you. When you have this much money, you basically never have to play a supporting role, you are the protagonist wherever you go.
And I was placed on this cold bench, accompanied by this cold duck neck, sitting here waiting for Chen Ya to finish performing his own love, hatred and vengeance before appearing on stage again... It was all thanks to Chen Ya.
Congratulations, congratulations.
So, what I was chewing on for half an hour was not the duck neck, but anger.
When Chen Ya came back, he had no idea how terrible the anger this woman had been holding back.
"Sorry to have kept you waiting." After Chen Ya came back, he pulled a chair aside apologetically and sat down, reaching out to touch the plate. "It's cold. Do you want me to ask them to heat it up?"
"No need, I've finished eating." Gu Yuqing took great pains to prevent herself from making a "hum" sound.
In fact, apart from gnawing on the duck neck, she didn't eat much at all.
Chen Ya explained, "Through my acquaintances, I found a connection that specializes in private domain traffic. With an investment of several million, I can generate millions of users. This is my trump card."
"Yeah." Gu Yuqing sipped her tea and nodded, looking nonchalant. "This acquaintance you know is a woman, right?"
“…Uh, she…”
Gu Yuqing didn't give Chen Ya a chance to speak, and continued:
"Tsk tsk, you're quite popular with women. If you want to play tennis, you can pick up female college students. If you want to find investment, you can meet rich women with lots of money."
Chen Ya laughed: "Are you stupid? I think you are quite smart..."
He laughed twice, but when he found that Gu Yuqing's face was terribly serious, he stopped smiling.
"How do you know the acquaintance I'm looking for is a woman?"
"Women's intuition."
"Women's intuition is really amazing."
Gu Yuqing propped up her chin with her hands and blinked:
"Just kidding. Women don't have any special intuition. If they did, there wouldn't be so many women being deceived by scumbag men. I just saw that you looked so miserable, as if you had just parted ways with your wife, so I teased you. I didn't expect you to be a woman."
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