This face stands out wherever it is placed.
If we went to the same university, she couldn't possibly not know.
Song Nuan glanced at her and said indifferently, "She's not from our school. I met her at the club."
"What?!" Xu Yiran screamed like a shrill chicken, attracting the attention of passersby before quickly lowering her voice. "Song Nuan, I never thought you were this kind of person!"
Song Nuan looked at her.
Xu Yiran asked indignantly, "Which club did you go to? What's the address?"
She laughed out loud, speechless, picked up a piece of meat and stuffed it into Xu Yiran's mouth, "Eat it, and shut your mouth right now."
Lu Ziyang called the waiter over to add another bowl and chopsticks, and, as if they were old friends, he joined them for a meal.
He eats quietly, and although his movements are exactly the same—picking up food, chewing, and swallowing—he looks more pleasing to the eye, more elegant and refined than others.
He would also thoughtfully help Song Nuan remove fish bones and peel fish shells from time to time.
Song Nuanxin enjoyed it with a clear conscience.
Xu Yiran bit her chopsticks, her appetite gone, and stared intently at them, sensing something fishy going on between them.
"You like Song Nuan?"
Her sudden remark made Song Nuan choke, coughing until her face turned red.
Lu Ziyang skillfully handed over the water.
Then he looked at Xu Yiran and asked, "Is it obvious?"
Song Nuan choked on the water again.
Xu Yiran glanced at her, a mischievous gossip in her eyes, "You have good taste, but did you know she has a husband? Handsome, you have no chance."
Lu Ziyang remained calm; the question posed to him had virtually no effect.
Moreover, Song Nuan had already planned to get a divorce.
"Wait until she gets a divorce."
"No way, that's really affectionate?" Xu Yiran was secretly surprised, picked up her phone and sent a message to Song Nuan—
Be careful, he might scam you.
The phone buzzed and the screen lit up. Song Nuan quickly covered the screen.
She wiped her mouth clean with a tissue and said to Lu Ziyang, "We're full. Do you need anything else? If not, Yiran and I are going shopping."
This is a way of getting rid of him.
Lu Ziyang pretended not to understand, "I'm fine, I'll accompany you for a stroll."
Song Nuan: "?"
She didn't care, but she was worried about making Xu Yiran feel awkward.
Unexpectedly, Xu Yiran was delighted, "Great idea! We just need someone to carry the shopping bags."
The Xu family thought she was still abroad. They had just transferred her living expenses for the next month that morning. After being frugal and stingy for half a month, Xu Yiran was determined to make an impulsive purchase today.
With a clear purpose, she rushed into the clothing store and bought several sets of business attire.
Lu Ziyang stayed because he wanted to spend more time with Song Nuan, but he ended up being a handyman carrying her bags. Xu Yiran kept asking Song Nuan all sorts of questions, and he couldn't even get a word in edgewise.
After walking around for a while, Xu Yiran noticed that Lu Ziyang and the others all looked gloomy.
“Handsome, just say so if you can’t handle it,” Xu Yiran said with a smile.
Lu Ziyang glanced at her sideways and said indifferently, "I'll be your chores all afternoon, and Song Nuan will be mine tonight."
He knew that Xu Yiran was now living with Song Nuan.
“I can’t make that decision.” Xu Yiran shrugged. “I’m the one who’s using Song Nuan’s place, not the other way around. If you can get her to stay home, that’s your skill.”
"I'll book a hotel for you."
Xu Yiran paused for a moment, clicked her tongue, and looked him up and down with a scrutinizing gaze.
Lu Ziyang met her gaze, then took out his phone and asked her opinion in a low voice, "The Louis Hotel, the presidential suite, is that alright?"
So generous?
Xu Yiran was shocked, but also somewhat tempted.
The presidential suite at the Louis Hotel boasts the best view in the entire city of Liangcheng. More importantly, it is said that a feng shui master consulted and determined that it is the center of wealth accumulation in Liangcheng.
If she stays there for two nights, will she be able to get some good fortune and become rich?
Lu Ziyang glanced at her, then took out his phone and told Lin Xuan to book a suite.
Less than a minute later, Lin Xuan sent the room number.
"Room number 1009," he said calmly. "Go in and give your name, and a staff member will take you there."
Xu Yiran was stunned. Was he serious?
She wasn't so heartless as to betray her friends.
She was about to snap at Song Nuan when her voice rang out from behind her: "Where are you taking Yi Ran? What are you talking about?"
"It's nothing," Xu Yiran said with a forced smile, then abruptly changed the subject, "How is it? Doesn't this outfit look good?"
"It's actually pretty good."
Seeing that her review was acceptable, Xu Yiran grabbed it and took it to pay the bill.
The two then went to buy bags.
Without warning, I passed by the luxury store where I had the conflict with Jiang Jieting.
The two exchanged a glance and, without thinking, went into an independent design brand store instead of going in. Although the items didn't hold their value as well as luxury goods, they were uniquely designed and well-crafted, so they wouldn't look bad carrying them around.
For wealthy people, whether a bag holds its value is not their primary consideration.
"This one will do."
Xu Yiran doesn't have many requirements for bags; they just need to be practical and durable.
Lu Ziyang thought he could finish shopping quickly, so he glanced at the time and said preemptively, "Song Nuan, Si Ze asked if you're free for dinner tonight. He has something to tell you."
"Huh? What happened? He didn't tell me."
Lu Ziyang calmly explained, "Maybe he hasn't had time yet. Why don't you ask him?"
“There’s no need for that.” Song Nuan believed him completely and turned to Xu Yiran, who was waiting to pay, and said, “Yiran, you drive my car back first, I’ll go back later.”
Xu Yiran looked at Lu Ziyang almost instantly.
His eyes were wary, but he didn't say anything in the end, only asking Song Nuan, "Are you coming back to stay tonight?"
"Return."
Xu Yiran was relieved.
After paying, Xu Yiran turned to leave, but was suddenly attracted by a sweet voice.
"Where's that chestnut bun I liked last time? Why is it gone?"
Chestnut bun?
Xu Yiran looked down at her shopping bag, which was the very one she had bought. She was surprised that someone else had the same taste as her, given its unique design.
She was surprised and delighted, and slowed her pace to see who the voice belonged to.
The next second, a delicate, fair face came into view.
It turned out to be Ouyang Chengyi.
Xu Yiran's expression instantly fell, and she turned around without hesitation, but it was too late to leave. Ouyang Chengyi saw her and called out, "Hey, I remember you."
Lu Ziyang and Song Nuan, who were walking ahead, turned around upon hearing the sound.
A rare look of panic flashed across Lu Ziyang's usually composed eyes.
Song Nuan's attention was entirely focused on Ouyang Chengyi, and she was completely unaware of the strange behavior of the man beside her. As she walked towards Xu Yiran, she also failed to notice that Lu Ziyang was leaving in the opposite direction from her.
"Hmph, so you two were together after all."
Upon seeing Song Nuan, Ouyang Chengyi's expression turned extremely unpleasant. He then turned his gaze to Xu Yiran's shopping bag and said, "This is the chestnut bag I wanted. Who gave you permission to buy it?"
Xu Yiran laughed, "Why can't I buy it?"
"This is clearly the style I ordered!" she said angrily, calling over a sales clerk and throwing a tantrum. "Didn't I say I'd come to pick up the bag this afternoon? Who told you to sell it?"
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