Lin Lan took a deep breath, put on a smile, and walked towards them. “Luo Xuan, I’m here to pick you up after work! What a coincidence, Chu Chu is here too?”
Chu E could only resign herself to sitting down, forcing out a smile: “I came to the bookstore nearby and happened to run into Luo Xuan…”
Lin Lan coldly glanced at her, ignored her, and sat directly next to Luo Xuan, intimately linking her arm with his: “Honey, mother-in-law called and said we should go home for dinner tonight!”
Got it!
Luo Xuan awkwardly pulled away from her, his expression somewhat unpleasant. Why did she come too? With the three of them meeting, Chu Chu would be the most embarrassed, and he didn’t know what she was thinking. Thinking this, he couldn’t help but look worriedly at Chu E.
The gentleman just smiled without speaking. Lin Lan couldn’t figure out his meaning, so she tried to smooth things over: “Beijing traffic is always like this, with frequent congestion. Please forgive me, Mr. Huang!” She pulled Chu Yue down to sit, “Come, let me introduce you. Mr. Huang, this is my good friend Miss Shen Chu Yue, a somewhat famous beautiful female writer; Chu Yue, this is Mr. Huang Binghao, the young master of Datong Trading Company, who has many business dealings with our Zhong family…”
Chu Yue glanced at Huang Binghao. He was good-looking and dressed appropriately, not the powdered and frivolous type she had imagined. She had thought Lin Lan’s acquaintances were all spoiled young masters, but this Huang Binghao seemed different. It seemed she was determined to make this match happen. What puzzled Chu Yue was why someone with such good conditions would choose such an outdated method of matchmaking. Shouldn’t he already have beauties surrounding him? Did their family not have the concept of social matching?
While lost in thought, Lin Lan nudged her with her elbow, and she snapped back to attention: “What?”
Lin Lan looked displeased. Huang Binghao smiled slightly, “Where are you from, Miss Shen?”
