Once in the car, Yun Wanqing's smugness faded, replaced by a hint of unease.
She was just putting on a show for Chen Lizhen.
Actually, Lin Zhibai has been quite indifferent to her these days.
But it doesn't matter, she's just waiting for time to pass.
Because her trump card needs time to develop... She raised her hand and touched her lower abdomen.
She found out that Lin Zhibai was having dinner with a client at a high-end Western restaurant that evening, so she rushed over and had a "chance encounter" with him.
"Brother Zhibai." She approached Lin Zhibai with a graceful demeanor and a proper smile.
The two older clients cast questioning glances at Lin Zhibai. "Young Master Lin, who is this...?"
Before Lin Zhibai could answer, Yun Wanqing interrupted, "Good evening, both of you. I am Zhibai's fiancée, Yun Wanqing."
"Yun... Wanqing?" The customer was slightly taken aback.
“Yes,” Yun Wanqing nodded with a smile, “I am the second young lady of the Yun family.”
The customer paused, then muttered under his breath, "Wasn't the second young lady of the Yun family... kicked out of the house by President Yun?"
Yun Wanqing was visibly embarrassed. She hadn't expected that the two of them would think of this the moment they heard her name.
At this moment, Lin Zhibai put his arm around her shoulder and said, "It doesn't matter who she was before, what matters is who she will be in the future."
Although he didn't say it explicitly, his affectionate gestures said it all.
The customer smiled and nodded repeatedly, "Please have a seat, Miss Yun!"
Yun Wanqing was flattered and sat down happily.
Just then, she caught a glimpse of a familiar figure out of the corner of her eye.
Turning my gaze, I saw Gu Fanyan.
The person next to Gu Fanyan is Murong Mo.
I haven't run into her for a while, and I didn't expect her to be with Murong Mo again.
Could they really be together?
However, Yun Wanqing finally understood why Lin Zhibai had suddenly become so affectionate.
"Brother Zhibai, I don't want coffee, I'd like some rosé wine."
"Brother Zhibai, could you order me a medium-rare steak?"
"Do you have any seafood congee made with king crab? I've been really enjoying it lately."
She made Lin Zhibai do things for her.
Since Lin Zhibai wanted to show affection, she naturally had to give him plenty of space.
As expected, Lin Zhibai complied with all of her requests.
The customer laughed and said, "I never knew Young Master Lin was so considerate. I've really seen something new today."
There was another movement from Gu Fanyan's side.
Murong Mo smiled, stood up, walked to the small stage in front, and picked up his violin.
“Mr. Murong, you’re playing a tune to express your feelings,” Yun Wanqing said casually.
"Do you know that person?" a customer asked curiously.
They knew Gu Fanyan, so they wanted to know who the man with Gu Fanyan was.
“His name is Murong Mo,” Yun Wanqing said. “He’s an artist and quite famous abroad.”
"Murong..." The client thought for a moment, then looked surprised. "Could it be the famous Murong family from abroad?"
“I don’t know the specifics either,” Yun Wanqing said, feigning ignorance. “But given Miss Gu’s status, she is definitely not a good match for an ordinary person.”
The two clients nodded in agreement.
Yun Wanqing secretly observed Lin Zhibai, who kept his head down eating and had no expression on his face.
But Yun Wanqing didn't want to miss such a good opportunity to cause trouble.
"Brother Zhibai, I remember you can also play the violin, and you're quite good at it."
She wasn't lying.
However, the last time she saw him play the violin was when he was eight or nine years old.
"So Mr. Lin has this talent too," a customer said with a smile.
"I returned it to the teacher a long time ago," Lin Zhibai said with a smile.
“Mr. Lin, don’t be modest,” another client said. “Listen to this guy, he’s not playing very well, but Miss Gu seems very happy.”
"Women value a sense of ritual," the client said. "If Mr. Lin were to go on stage and play a tune for Ms. Yun, I believe she would be very happy."
"Don't make things difficult for Brother Zhibai. Actually, I'm already very happy to be sitting here eating with him," Yun Wanqing said obediently.
The customers egged them on even more fiercely: "Mr. Lin, Ms. Yun has already said so much, it wouldn't be right for you not to go on stage and play a song, would it?"
Lin Zhibai looked up at the small stage.
Murong Mo held his violin, gazing at Gu Fanyan with tender affection in his eyes.
Gu Fanyan rested her cheek on one hand, a smile playing on her lips.
Lin Zhibai tightened his grip on the cup.
He stood up and walked onto the stage.
"Miss Yun, please choose a song!" the customer said.
“I love listening to whatever Zhibai plays,” Yun Wanqing said with a faint smile.
"Miss Yun, you are so understanding."
Listening to the customer's praise and looking at the two men on the stage, Yun Wanqing's smile was genuine.
She had never wanted Lin Zhibai and Murong Mo to argue or even fight as much as she did today!
Lin Zhibai began to play a tune.
This piece of music is exactly the same as Murong Mo's.
He was several levels above Murong Mo.
At first, I couldn't quite tell.
As the music progressed into the faster-paced sections, Murong Mo's off-key and out-of-tune singing became increasingly severe.
But Murong Mo was unwilling to give up and tried his best to catch up with Lin Zhibai.
The more anxious you are, the more chaotic things become.
The more chaotic things get, the more anxious we become.
The restaurant diners all cast surprised glances at the small stage.
I've seen dance battles and bullfights, but this is the first time I've ever seen a musical duel.
Yun Wanqing looked at Gu Fanyan.
A hint of worry was visible on Gu Fanyan's beautiful face.
Whom is she worried about?
Murong Mo?
Or is it Lin Zhibai?
"Squeak!" Suddenly, Murong Mo's zither music stopped.
The broken string struck his face, immediately drawing blood.
A soft murmur rippled through the crowd.
Gu Fanyan immediately stood up and walked to Murong Mo.
"How are you?" she asked, her eyes filled with worry.
"I'm fine." Murong Mo looked deeply into her eyes, and seeing the worry within them, he was somewhat mesmerized.
Gu Fanyan avoided his burning gaze. "Your cheek is bleeding. I'll go get you some medicine."
She turned to leave.
He reached out to pull.
"Isn't it a bit much?" Lin Zhibai suddenly spoke up: "You're so nervous about such a small injury, are you even a man?"
Gu Fanyan could feel a gaze, like a burning cigarette butt, landing on the back of her head.
But she didn't turn her head.
Murong Mo looked up and smiled: "It is indeed a minor injury. But the fact that someone is worried makes me feel very important."
Lin Zhibai chuckled, a hint of disdain in his voice, "If you're a man, keep pulling. Try comparing with me again."
Murong Mo shook his head: "When it comes to playing the violin, I am indeed not as good as Young Master Lin. Fan Yan and I are more suitable to be the audience."
"You're already chickening out?" Lin Zhibai raised an eyebrow.
Murong Mo wanted to say something more, but Gu Fanyan put her hand on his arm.
Then she turned to face Lin Zhibai: "You want to compete, right? I'll replace Murong, okay?"
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