Qin Yikuo was at a loss for words; her attitude left him unsure of what to say. Was he supposed to question her, asking why she never called if she believed him? He couldn't afford to lose face. Ever since the incident at Jinhua Restaurant blew up, his fame had risen, but he hadn't landed a single role, and the company was shelving him.
As for when he'd make a comeback, his agent said it depended on the situation. However, they comforted him by saying this wasn't a big deal; once the storm passed and he was cleared, it might turn out to be a good thing in the future. Qin Yikuo felt suffocated but what could he do? He was just an artist with little fame, relying on the agency for a livelihood. When the agency said one, he dared not say two.
Qin Yikuo furrowed his brow, his gaze filled with melancholy, "Yanyan, it's been a while since we last met. How about we go to that restaurant you love and have a meal, just chat casually?"
Tong Yan felt as disgusted as if she'd just swallowed a lump of shit; he had definitely heard her just now yet intentionally said such words to test her. Feeling disgusted, she also thought she was pathetic. In her past life, she had given him her all: she learned to cook for him just because he said he wanted to taste her homemade dishes; she traveled across the country to buy the things he most wanted for his birthday gifts; she even gave up the chance to act abroad because he said he didn't want them to part.
How naive she had been all these years.
Tong Yan chuckled lightly, "Yiyi is back; I need to accompany her."
She nodded slightly towards him before turning to leave.
Qin Yikuo remained where he was, his gaze bizarre, silently watching.
Four Leaf Clover gained immense popularity in S City for its high-end, delicate cuisine, with no repeated dishes each day and no menu. The waiters would arrange the dishes based on the guests, making it very popular among young people. Of course, the prices here are exceptionally high. The environment of Four Leaf Clover is splendid, with green as the primary color, white tables and chairs, a fountain in the middle, accentuated by four-leaf clovers, simple yet stylish. Each table has unique custom-made utensils, showcasing exquisite craftsmanship.
Tong Yan sat for a while before Yin Weiyi and Su Chenxi walked in together.
Tong Yan's gaze flitted between the two, the handsome man and pretty woman made for a striking pair. "What a coincidence."
Yin Weiyi shot her a glance, "Coincidence my foot, don't think I can't hear the hidden meaning in your words. You better not overthink."
Tong Yan knew Yin Weiyi well, fully aware of her attitude; Yin Weiyi appeared to be a straightforward beauty on the outside, but in reality, she was quite sly, often teasing handsome men verbally. Speaking so bluntly meant her mind was not entirely at ease.
Wait, Yiyi and Chenxi?
Although Yiyi was three years older than Chenxi, wasn't there a saying that a woman three years senior was like a precious treasure?
If Chenxi was with Yiyi, what would become of Tang Tian?
The more Tong Yan thought about it, the better the idea seemed; she couldn't help but laugh.
"Sis, you crazy?" Su Chenxi looked bewildered, why the sudden laughter?"
Tong Yan glared at him fiercely, "You're crazy, your whole family is crazy!"
"Hahaha…" Yin Weiyi was beside herself, pointing at Tong Yan, "Silly you, even Chenxi's family includes yourself; you're scolding yourself too."
True enough, Tong Yan felt a bit embarrassed, kept a stern face, "No laughing allowed."
In outsiders' eyes, Tong Yan always appeared aloof and reserved, but those familiar with her knew that despite her intelligence, she could sometimes be quite simple-minded, plain-speaking silly.
Su Chenxi couldn't hold back his laughter either, "Sis, you're really dense."
Su Chenxi was now a junior at university, he was popular at school, diligent in studies, an athlete, and more importantly, good-looking, making him a prominent figure. Su Chenxi had the sunny boy-next-door vibe, standing tall at 185 cm, with strong brows and big eyes. His smile revealed faint dimples, like glimpses of the sun, easily spreading cheer to those around.
Tong Yan was inwardly in tears, 'Not this playful!' Around them, her IQ seemed to drop sharply. At this moment, one dish after another was served, the plates exquisite, brightly colored, resembling art more than food.
Su Chenxi raised his glass, "Sis, congratulations."
Yin Weiyi followed suit.
The three lifted their glasses and drank in one go.