"President Jiang, have you eaten?" Yang Qianmu interrupted me as I was lost in thought.
"Oh, I'm full, I'll pay!" As if waking from a dream, I immediately raised my hand to call the waiter.
But when I asked for the bill, the other party politely said, "Your bill has been paid by Young Master Ye."
"What? Young Master Ye paid for my bill?" I was shocked when I heard this as soon as I picked up my phone.
"Yes. Do you need an invoice?" the waiter asked.
Still in shock, I shook my head in a daze: "No need."
After the waiter left, I felt a little embarrassed and looked at Yang Qianmu, saying, "It was supposed to be my treat, but Young Master Ye paid the bill... So I'll treat you next time."
Yang Qianmu said, "This young master Ye is a generous person."
"Yes, that's pretty generous," I replied with an awkward smile, but in my heart I was thinking: This is probably a warning to me.
I received a favor from someone for no reason, and I didn't have his contact information, so I couldn't even express my gratitude—the only way was to call Su Shenglin and ask him to convey my thanks.
This forced me to confess to Su Shenglin that I had dinner alone with a male colleague from the company that night.
Young Master Ye's move was truly brilliant.
After leaving the hot pot restaurant, I said goodbye to Yang Qianmu and we each got into our cars.
He drove away quickly, while I sat in the car, watching the snow falling on the windshield, and thinking about Su Shenglin's talk about enjoying the snow that morning, I felt conflicted again.
Should I call him and explain?
After a brief hesitation, thinking about Ye Yuntang paying the bill, I took out my phone and dialed Su Shenglin's number.
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