Extra: Lu Yannan & Pei Mo Ning (2)



Extra: Lu Yannan & Pei Mo Ning (2)

A few days later, in a French restaurant in the city center.

The environment is elegant and quiet.

Lu Yannan changed into a well-tailored dark gray suit and sat by the window in the box.

The middle-level executive who caused trouble on the bridge has been properly placed in a professional mental hospital.

Before Pei Mo Ning quietly left, Lu Yannan took the initiative to step forward and exchanged contact information.

In every way she looked at it, she was a huge help.

If it weren't for her just-right psychological intervention, he might have had to resort to more drastic and coercive measures that would have caused more trouble later.

Her presence minimized the losses and impact.

His fingertips unconsciously stroked the wall of the glass, and Pei Mo Ning's calm figure and voice in the wind and snow that night replayed in his mind.

That professional quality of remaining calm in times of crisis...

“Big Brother!”

A clear, loud voice with a hint of surprise suddenly broke the silence.

Lu Yannan withdrew his gaze from the window, passed her and looked at Ji Linshen behind him: "I don't usually see you, but I ran into you when I came out for dinner."

Lu Shiman's eyes rolled around: "Brother, you came out to eat alone?"

Lu Yannan's heart skipped a beat when he heard his sister's words.

Oh no!

I almost forgot about my sister's gossip sense and trumpet nature.

"No." He replied lightly, his eyes fixed on Ji Linshen with an imperceptible pressure.

Ji Linshen received the signal and smiled slightly: "Brother."

Lu Yannan's hands, placed at his side, unconsciously rubbed the seam of his pants.

So embarrassing...

He now only hopes that Ji Linshen can take the little trumpet away immediately.

Otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable.

"Mr. Ji." Lu Yannan tried to change the subject.

"Brother, just call me Xiao Ji. I wonder if you are satisfied with the wine I gave you last time?"

Lu Shiman tilted her head to look at Ji Linshen: "How come I didn't know you sent wine to Big Brother?"

“…”

Lu Yannan watched the natural interaction between the two, his gaze lingering on Lu Shiman's face for a moment.

Maybe others couldn't see it, but he could clearly sense the subtle changes in his sister when facing Ji Linshen.

Her seemingly ordinary words were unconsciously laced with a hint of naive dependence.

This kind of intimacy and trust that comes from the heart cannot be faked.

Lu Yannan lowered his eyes, picked up the water glass and took a sip.

The cold liquid slid down his throat. Perhaps, Ji Linshen was not completely unacceptable?

At least, he made Manman happy.

"Sorry, the car broke down halfway and I'm late." Pei Mo Ning walked to the seat.

She was wearing a simply tailored beige dress with a gray cashmere cardigan over it, her long hair draped softly behind her shoulders, and a perfectly apologetic look on her face.

Lu Shiman's eyes lit up and he made strange noises like a monkey in the mountains.

Ji Linshen moved quickly, covered her mouth, and took her away.

Lu Yannan could still hear her strange voice and glanced at her with a warning look in his eyes.

Lu Shiman became obedient in an instant.

Lu Yannan retracted his gaze and turned to Pei Mo Ning, his expression returning to a calm and gentle tone: "No problem, Miss Pei, please take a seat."

He gestured to the seat opposite him and pushed the exquisite menu over: "Look at what you want to eat."

Pei Mo Ning sat down and reached out to take the menu.

The mutton-fat jade bracelet slid down as she moved, and the moment her fingertips touched the menu, the bracelet hit Lu Yannan's jewel cufflinks.

That crisp sound and her clear voice sounded almost at the same time: "It's all right. I don't come to this kind of restaurant often. Just order Mr. Lu."

Lu Yannan paused on the menu, raised his eyes and asked, "Miss Pei, do you have any dietary restrictions?"

Pei Mo Ning raised his eyes, his clear gaze falling on his face, as if he could see through the distance beneath his politeness.

The corners of her lips curved slightly, her voice still gentle, but with a bit of blunt honesty: "Actually, Mr. Lu, you don't have to be so polite."

She paused. "It's just a small favor."

When Lu Yannan heard this, a slight fluctuation flashed across his eyes.

He didn't refuse and ordered the food promptly.

After the waiter left, silence returned.

Lu Yannan's gaze fell on Pei Mo Ning again, and his gentleness was accompanied by an imperceptible solemnity: "If it weren't for Miss Pei's 'little help'..."

He deliberately emphasized these four words: "The consequences are truly unimaginable. I am truly grateful for what happened that night."

Pei Mo Ning smiled gently, a smile like melting snow in early spring, carrying a soothing power: "It's just a professional habit. I often cooperate with the police in crisis intervention."

The topic naturally turned to the man.

Pei Mo Ning analyzed the other party's possible psychological state and behavioral motivations from a professional perspective. There was no judgment in his words, only objective suggestions.

Lu Yannan listened quietly, occasionally asking one or two precise questions.

He was surprised to find that talking with Pei Mo Ning gave him an indescribable sense of comfort.

Her voice is neither hurried nor slow, her thoughts are clear, and her expressions are concise and powerful.

There is no deliberate flattery, nor any distant courtesy.

Her gentle and calm temperament, like the gentle rain that moistened him silently, silently dissolved the invisible barriers that he habitually erected due to his identity and environment.

Perhaps due to her profession, she controlled the rhythm of the entire conversation very well, which made him unconsciously relax his tense nerves and even his breathing became slow and long.

This long-lost feeling of comfort and freedom outside without having to be on guard made him a little addicted.

By the time he reacted, he had already said a lot of things that he could and could not say.

It’s professional indeed.

As they walked out of the restaurant, the wind blew Pei Mo Ning's hair. She raised her hand and gently tucked her hair behind her ear.

Lu Yannan stood beside her, his black coat stained with the cool scent of the restaurant.

He said, "How do you leave, Miss Pei?"

Pei Mo Ning raised his eyes and said naturally, "Just take a taxi."

Lu Yannan tucked his hands into his coat pockets, then slowly loosened them: "It's always hard to get a taxi here on weekends."

Pei Mo Ning turned around and looked at him. A faint smile appeared in his clear eyes, and he thought with a hint of mischief, "I've already had Mr. Lu's meal. If I ask for more, I'll seem greedy."

After she finished speaking, she took half a step forward, closing the distance between her and Lu Yannan.

The wind brought her fresh scent, like grass after rain, into Lu Yannan's nose.

She raised her head slightly and looked directly into his eyes: "Next time I'm hosting, Mr. Lu, can you please be my driver again?"

After saying that, she took a step back lightly without waiting for Lu Yannan to answer.

The beige skirt spun gently to the ground as she moved.

Lu Yannan's eyes followed the swaying skirt, and his heart seemed to be scratched very lightly by something, causing a strange tingling sensation.

"Okay." He heard his own low, hoarse voice: "Wait for Miss Pei's...Hongmen Banquet."

Pei Mo Ning couldn't help but chuckle when he heard the words "Hongmen Banquet".

She turned around and looked back at Lu Yannan with a smile from a few steps away, the halo of sunlight dancing in her eyes.

"Don't worry, my consultation fee is very expensive per hour." Her tone was teasing, but her eyes were clear and frank: "I'll treat you to a meal and then give you a consultation, just to change the route and always be the driver..."

"That's a shame."

After saying that, she did not stop, turned around and walked towards the intersection, her figure quickly blending into the flowing lights of the city.

Lu Yannan stood there, the wind blowing the hair on his forehead.

He looked at the direction where Pei Mo Ning disappeared, with the corners of his lips slightly raised.

Too bad... huh?

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