Chapter 130 Even when drinking a latte, one should still do it with decorum.
Perhaps it is because the summer is bright and hot that people's hearts are restless and passionate, so it is only natural that feelings will heat up, and countless people will fall in love in the summer.
Not only is Fifth Cheng getting married soon, but Zhao Guang is also preparing to marry Lu Yile—a decision made unilaterally.
In the bustling commercial street, with people coming and going, Wen Yao sat in a coffee shop with a pleasant atmosphere, a latte in front of her.
Wen Yao picked up her delicate coffee cup, took a sip, and tried to calm herself down: "You just said that Sister Lele is using you as a substitute?"
Sitting opposite Wen Yao was Zhao Guang, who was still dressed in a suit and tie, with his hair neatly combed back.
Compared to his previous encounters with Wen Yao, where his expressions were either frivolous or foolish, Zhao Guang's eyes now revealed a fierce and sorrowful look, his thin lips pressed tightly together.
He does indeed have a bit of the domineering CEO look.
Upon hearing this, Zhao Guang didn't even glance at Wen Yao. He stared coldly at the coffee in front of him and said calmly, "Yes, her white moonlight has returned to the country."
Wen Yao rested her chin on her hand, her brows furrowed: "I think there must be some misunderstanding. I know Sister Lele; she's not that kind of person."
Lu Yile is a career-driven woman who married a powerful businessman; how could she have so many romantic escapades? A true career woman wouldn't have time for such a thing as using a body double!
Wen Yao wanted to say something more, but Zhao Guang raised his hand to interrupt her, his expression showing a hint of restraint:
"Stop talking, Wen Yao. I wouldn't have come to you without solid evidence."
Wen Yao's expression was almost contorted into a mask of pain; Zhao Guang's resentful look was truly nauseating.
She took a deep breath. "Tell me about it."
Zhao Guang's gaze drifted into the distance. "Recently, I've been making nourishing soups and delivering them to Lele's house. I also help her organize her files and tidy up her belongings."
Wen Yao: "Who can tell you apart from the nanny now?"
Zhao Guang rolled his eyes at Wen Yao: "To love someone is to want to take care of them in every little detail. How can a nanny compare to me? Everything I do for Lele is filled with love, that can't be..."
Wen Yao wrinkled her nose and quickly interrupted, "Alright, alright, let's get back to business."
It turned out that a few days ago, when Zhao Guang was tidying up Lu Yile's belongings, he accidentally saw a photo of her and her ex-boyfriend in the storage room.
Zhao Guang was initially just a little jealous, after all, they were both around thirty years old and it was normal for them to have had a few romantic relationships.
He has had many girlfriends in the past.
Besides, Lu Yile's ex has already gone abroad, so he shouldn't take it to heart.
But things just happened to be so coincidental. The day before yesterday, Zhao Guang saw Lu Yile having dinner alone with her ex-boyfriend, who had returned to China at some point.
Zhao Guang gritted his teeth: "I called Lele right then and there, and she actually said she was at work."
Zhao Guang: "If there's nothing going on between them, why would they lie to me?!"
Wen Yao said timidly, "Perhaps, Sister Lele is really talking to the other party about work?"
As long as there's profit to be made, Lu Yile doesn't care whether the other person is her ex-boyfriend or not.
Zhao Guang completely ignored Wen Yao's words. He clenched his fist, his eyes like cold, sharp blades.
"I just wanted to know who dared to interfere in my relationship, so I investigated that ugly guy."
Zhao Guang's voice trembled, "That person not only has the same slicked-back hair as me, but even his clothes are mostly from the same brands as mine."
Zhao Guang: "All my clothes now are picked out by Lele."
Zhao Guang: "She clearly can't forget her old flame and dressed me up as her first love!"
"How did it even become so angry that it rhymes?" Wen Yao thought to herself.
She looked Zhao Guang up and down; he was indeed quite different from his former playboy image. Wen Yao sighed, her expression sincere.
Wen Yao: "Have you considered that Sister Lele is very loyal?"
Zhao Guang didn't understand and glanced at Wen Yao, "What are you talking about?"
Wen Yao: "I mean, maybe Sister Lele didn't transform you into someone else because she still misses her ex, but because she genuinely likes this style of dressing?"
Zhao Guang clearly didn't believe him. He raised his head slightly, somewhat stubbornly saying, "I, Zhao Guang, will never be a stand-in for anyone. Since the day before yesterday, I've been in charge of my own outfits."
Wen Yao asked suspiciously, "What's the difference between what you're wearing today and what Sister Lele picked out?"
Zhao Guang snorted coldly, stretched out one long leg, pulled up his trousers, revealing the red socks on his feet.
Zhao Guang: "This is my first revenge against Lu Yile!"
That's crazy! It made her laugh for no reason!
Wen Yao stared at Zhao Guang's glaring red socks, her toes digging into the ground, utterly speechless, but she couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Zhao Guang withdrew his leg in displeasure, his voice sharp: "What are you laughing at?"
Wen Yao forced a smile, pushed the latte aside, and dared not drink it, afraid that if she heard something sensational again, she would spit it out in an unseemly manner.
Even when drinking a latte, you have to do it properly.
If you drink this latte, you have to have a latte right now.
Wen Yao: "Since you hate Sister Lele so much, why don't you leave her?"
Zhao Guang was absolutely furious. He shouted at the top of his lungs, "I'm leaving! Of course I'm leaving!"
Noticing the gazes directed at her from all around, Wen Yao was so embarrassed that she wanted to stuff Zhao Guang's red socks into his mouth.
Wen Yao helplessly covered half her face and whispered, "Keep your voice down, is it something to be proud of?"
Zhao Guang lowered his voice, his eyes slightly red, "I haven't personally delivered the health-preserving soup these past few days!"
Okay, I left, but I didn't completely leave.
Wen Yao continued to cover her face, "Then why did you call me here today?"
"You don't want me to fight against Sister Lele for you, do you? I can't do that. I can't interfere in matters of the heart."
Putting himself in her shoes, if Wen Yao had done something like finding a substitute, Lu Yile would definitely have helped cover it up, and even if the truth came out, he would have helped her escape abroad...
"Why do you want me to attack Lele?" Zhao Guang's eyes showed undisguised confusion. "She's just young and a bit indecisive, but she hasn't made any major mistakes."
Zhao Guang continued, "Only the two of us can resolve matters of the heart. I can punish her; it's none of your business as an outsider!"
Wen Yao first frowned in confusion, then gradually became expressionless.
Well, what an incurable, spoiled husband.
Respect the fate of others and let go of the urge to help others.
Wen Yao said coldly, "It's none of my business. I'm leaving."
Zhao Guang quickly stopped Wen Yao, "Wait, I have something important to do!"
Zhao Guang: "I want to propose to Lele, and I hope you can help me!"
woc!
Wen Yao was so shocked that she stammered, "That, no, you just now..."
"Aren't you still angry with Sister Lele? I remember you just said you wanted to get revenge and punish Sister Lele."
Wen Yao thought Zhao Guang would give her the cold shoulder and wash her underwear for a few days, but how did he suddenly propose?
Seemingly seeing through Wen Yao's thoughts, Zhao Guang sneered: "You're still too young."
A dangerous glint flashed in Zhao Guang's eyes. "Originally, Lele's ex had already returned to the country, but she was still caught in a dilemma."
"If I were to engage in a prolonged cold war with her at this point, what difference would that make from simply admitting defeat and giving Lele to that ugly thing?"
Wen Yao: "So, when faced with the stand-in plot, your revenge is to wear red socks, cook soup but not deliver it personally, and propose marriage?"
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