Eating the pastry without taste, she carefully examined his calm and handsome face. If she, Xia Xi, always wore a merchant’s fake mask, then Lu Ziyi, who never showed his emotions, would surely become a demon or spirit. From his face, she couldn’t discern anything.
“How sweet, the little couple dining together,” Xiao Meisen, who somehow always received her gossip, happened to appear in the same restaurant, as if deliberately blocking their way.
“May I sit down?”
Lu Ziyi subtly furrowed his brow, his usually calm handsome face rarely showing a hint of annoyance.
“What? Not welcome?” Xiao Meisen still smiled brightly.
“Please sit,” Xia Xi had just responded, but then suddenly heard his cold voice.
“No, not welcome.” Lu Ziyi didn’t even glance at Xiao Meisen.
Xia Xi was somewhat surprised by his overly cold attitude. Could they be old acquaintances?
“How annoying!”
“Still so cold to me,” Xiao Meisan smiled lightly, not minding his rude tone, and instead deliberately said intimately: “Is she your new love?” She asked knowingly. Was she a “new love”? It would be a lie to say this didn’t sound harsh, Xia Xi lowered her eyes to look at the white tableware, every word Xiao Meisan said pricking her uncomfortably. She was a new love? Then who was the old love? Could it possibly be her?
“Do you have something you want?” Lu Ziye’s tone was even colder, not being the first time he’d seen her little tricks.
“Are you not welcoming me?” Xiao Meisan slowly blinked, asking in Japanese: “From her appearance, you haven’t told her about our relationship yet?”
“What exactly do you want to say?” His black eyes suddenly narrowed, Lu Ziye similarly asked in Japanese.
Besides being simple work partners, did they have any other relationship?
“Ah! You’ve really changed, where has your former gentleness to me gone? Is it because of her appearance?” Xiao Meisan looked aggrieved.
“My attitude has never changed,” he coldly retorted.
“Yes, you have. What about those words you once said to me? And those promises?”
“…”
“You won’t really have forgotten our happy days together, right? At least I have never forgotten,” Xiao Meisan asked pitifully.
“My father has always looked forward to our marriage.”
“Xiao──” His thick eyebrows furrowed tightly, Lu Ziye called out with great forbearance.
