Meng Qingluan was led into the private room, and her hands trembled the moment she received the menu.
Nobody told her that even the menu at this restaurant was so extravagant…
Even the words on the menu are engraved in gold!
I really want to...
"Pry off just a little bit?"
"Hmm." You understand me.
A voice, seemingly from nowhere, spoke her thoughts, and Meng Qingluan, holding the menu, instinctively responded.
Startled as if electrocuted, Meng Qingluan looked up at the doorway.
Sure enough, the wooden door to the private room opened the next second, and a familiar, cheeky face appeared inside.
Meng Qingluan's hand trembled. "Li Lan?"
Li Zhanlan chose a seat closest to her. He sat down lazily, one hand resting on the back of the chair, leaning back comfortably.
He smiled and said, "Yes, it's me. It seems Xiangxiang has been thinking about me day and night, because she can call me by name as soon as she sees me."
Meng Qingluan's lips twitched, and she turned to look at the waiter.
"Isn't this a VIP room? Please ask him to leave; I need a quiet dining environment."
Before the waiter could speak, Li Zhanlan stood up, pushed him away, and braced his upper body on the table.
With a pained expression and a tone that could only be described as heartbreaking, she raised her eyes and stared at Meng Qingluan as she accused her.
"Xiangxiang, how cruel you are! I traveled a long and arduous journey to see you, and you let him kick me out! You!"
Meng Qingluan's gaze suddenly fell on the jade pendant at his waist, and she raised her eyebrows slightly.
"They certainly looked travel-worn."
Li Zhanlan followed her gaze.
Before he could even see it clearly, Meng Qingluan had already grabbed his jade pendant and was playing with it, the character "Li" on it was being polished until it was uneven.
How can I thank you?
"Li Lan, or the Seventh Prince?"
Li Zhanlan cursed inwardly. He had been carefully pretending for so long, but he never expected to be defeated by a jade pendant.
Tsk, details really do determine success or failure.
"What's wrong? Is Xiangxiang angry? Is it because I lied to you?"
Meng Qingluan let go of his hand, amused by his words, but a cold sweat broke out on her forehead.
"Seventh Prince, you jest. How could I, a mere commoner, dare to be angry with someone of your noble birth?"
This was the first time Li Zhanlan had seen her admit defeat so quickly, but instead of the joy he had expected, he felt a little annoyed.
He casually picked up a strand of hair that had fallen beside her ear, curled it up, and stopped his fingertips by her ear.
"Xiangxiang, didn't we agree to be friends? How can you be so self-deprecating?"
Meng Qingluan: "..." Friend?
She doesn't want to be friends with villains.
She wasn't foolish enough to be so confident as to believe that Li Zhanlan was only approaching her because he liked her.
The fact that this person got close to him only shows that he had planned this all along and had already made arrangements to deal with Shen Yan.
What's more, let's just leave the others aside! Li Zhanlan is the biggest villain in the entire book.
If it weren't for Shen Yan's victory over him in the final battle at Pinggu, taking advantage of the weather that day, the protagonist of this book would have had to change his name.
Although Meng Qingluan was ignorant of political intrigue, she did not want to become Li Zhanlan's sword to stab Shen Yan.
After all, she and Shen Yan were on the same side.
"Seventh Prince, you hold a high position and wield great power. I am just an ordinary person. Please continue eating. I will not get in your way."
Meng Qingluan threw down the menu and turned to run out.
Without turning his head, Li Zhanlan reached out and took her hand, and the two of them were in a position where they were reluctant to part.
Meng Qingluan: "..."
I feel like there's something ambiguous between us.
Li Zhanlan was completely oblivious to the strangeness of their posture, and instead began to preach a profound truth with a serious expression.
"Xiangxiang, although we haven't shared life and death, haven't we gone through thick and thin together?"
Meng Qingluan: "...Really?"
"What do you mean, 'not'?" Li Zhanlan said righteously. "I bought a whole stall of your grilled sausages before, and I almost ate myself to death!"
"Isn't this sharing hardships? To put it even more seriously, this is sharing life and death!"
Meng Qingluan: "..." How shameless is that?
Li Zhanlan grabbed her hand, forcefully pulled her back to her seat, and waved for the waiter to leave.
"Look. I'm the least favored prince, and you... well, you're a very cute and fragrant one. Wouldn't it be perfect for us to be friends?"
"..."
Meng Qingluan looked at him.
With a frivolous smile on his face, he was the epitome of a dissolute, wasteful playboy.
That does fit the image of an unfavored prince, but when did she say she wanted to become Xiangxiang?
Meng Qingluan tried to shake her head, but Li Zhanlan had already grabbed her head, preventing her from moving at all.
He grabbed Meng Qingluan's head like a rogue and shook it up and down.
With a beaming smile, she said, "Okay, Xiangxiang, you agree that we can be good friends."
Meng Qingluan could no longer bear it and no longer cared about being afraid of him.
She turned her head and bit his palm.
Li Zhanlan felt a sharp pain and instinctively let go. But before he could react, Meng Qingluan kicked him in the shin.
Li Zhanlan was pinned to the table by Meng Qingluan in a flash, with her feet firmly pinned down.
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