"eting at night ans there’s still ti, right?" Yan Fei was puzzled. "Don’t you fancy that woman?"
"It’s not a matter of ti, and it’s not that I don’t fancy her." ng Si’an hurriedly waved his hands, explaining. "I’ve heard about this girl and considered her. She’s quite attractive, tall, and the key is she’s educated—studied abroad at a young age and graduated as a postgraduate early on, very impressive. I’m just afraid that when we et, I won’t say the right things. I wanted to ask for your advice—why not accompany to boost my courage?"
"..." Yan Fei was speechless. You’ve really found the right person. I’ve got a fiancée, but ours was a relationship cultivated since childhood. Thinking back, I don’t know how I managed to catch her.
But a man should never say no.
So Boss Yan began strategizing, "This is easy to fix, you need to show so masculine courage. You’re the pillar at ho; what are you afraid of? Think about it—since soone introduced her, surely her family background is similar to yours. Besides, she’s just a bit more educated, prettier, and taller..."
Initially, ng Si’an listened with confidence, but the longer he listened, the less confident he felt, "Then what kind of qualities do you want in a girl? The way you put it makes feel less confident. How about you co with ?"
"I’m eager to go ho!" Yan Fei didn’t want to go. "You’re on a blind date, bringing as a third wheel, right?"
"I’m worried about running out of conversation and things getting awkward. Bringing you adds to the atmosphere!" ng Si’an anxiously said. "Just tell if you’re going to help or not. We’ve been brothers for so long, I hardly ever ask for anything."
"Your old man said to raise the price of the dicinal wine tenfold, to 8,000 a jar, and slightly reduce the quantity. What do you think?" Yan Fei changed the topic.
"Grandpa’s decision is definitely good," ng Si’an nodded and continued back to the topic. "It’s settled then. You have to co with now, or I’ll refuse to get out of your car."
"Why don’t you go by yourself? What’s your plan?" Yan Fei asked.
"I just feel a bit unaccomplished right now," ng Si’an truly pondered. "Didn’t I say I wanted to start my own business, achieve sothing, and then talk about this? But now..."
"Now sobody introduced soone you’re satisfied with, and you want to wait until you’ve achieved sothing to et her, but ti waits for no one, right?" Yan Fei asked again.
"Yes, yes, yes, exactly like that!" ng Si’an looked at Yan Fei, feeling a sudden sense of understanding, and nodded rapidly.
"Alright, I’ll go with you." Yan Fei said straightforwardly.
"Alright, Brother Fei, you’ll be my savior forever," ng Si’an expressed gratitude. "Regardless of how things turn out, I won’t forget you..."
Then Yan Fei continued driving, and ng Si’an started brainstorming what to say upon eting, insisting on Yan Fei’s input, which was rather annoying to Yan Fei.
Luckily, it’s just this once, bear with it!
After all, ng Si’an isn’t a bad person, quite nice as a friend.
Yan Fei thought this while accompanying ng Si’an to a place for a little makeover. Then they arrived at their destination: an upscale fusion-style restaurant.
After parking, ng Si’an tidied up his clothes and turned to Yan Fei, "How do I look?"
"It’s perfect, no problem at all." Yan Fei glanced casually and said.
"Alright." The nervous ng Si’an pretended not to notice Yan Fei’s nonchalance. "When we go in, try to make seem like the main character. Brother Fei, just this once, I’ll owe you a favor, okay?"
"Okay!" Yan Fei nodded and led the way inside, "Let’s go!"
"Yeah, yeah!" ng Si’an quickly followed, muttering, "Second floor, third table. Long hair, table with..."
After informing the host about the reservation, the host led them to the stairs.
"I’m still a bit nervous," ng Si’an muttered again while climbing the stairs.
"Don’t worry, be brave," Yan Fei encouraged at the right mont. "You’re just overthinking because you care—trust , your appearance is absolutely fine."
"Rember to let be the main character, cooperate with a bit, show off my brilliance..." ng Si’an repeatedly advised while walking.
"Don’t worry, hurry up, take the lead..." Yan Fei paused at the second-floor entrance, let ng Si’an step up, then stopped.
Once ng Si’an stepped up, he couldn’t help but glance at the designated table.
A long-haired girl was sitting there, and in the vase on the table, a rose swayed gracefully. Though the flower was beautiful, it couldn’t compare to the beauty of the person...
"I see her; she seems even prettier than the rumors..." ng Si’an was a bit excited, suddenly noticing Yan Fei wasn’t making a move, he couldn’t help but turn, "Co on, what’s wrong?"
"I feel that going over might not be appropriate?" Yan Fei quietly reminded. "Have you realized that I’m just a little taller than you?"
ng Si’an turned, finally noticing the beautifully decorated mirror fra next to the doorway.
It wasn’t a proper mirror, the surface held a dreamy-looking oil painting. Yet, it still functioned sowhat like a mirror—at least standing here, both could see their images reflected.
Yan Fei was modest earlier. He wasn’t just a little taller than ng Si’an—he’s more than half a head taller. Not just taller, but overall a size bigger.
ng Si’an has a fair, young master look, wearing a casual suit, and for this occasion, added a tal-frad pair of glasses, exuding elegance.
Yan Fei now, without his versatile bag which he previously used to draw unusual things, wears a long trench coat for discretion. If he wore snug short clothing, pulling out tens of thousands in cash would be bewildering, right?
If Yan Fei’s aura fell short, his look could be mistaken for a bodyguard or sothing similar. But Yan Fei relies on aura, not looks, though his looks aren’t lacking.
Thus, the two standing here seed like... a boss traveling with a scholarly advisor.
Hmm, now they’d call them executive assistants or personal lawyers or finance personnel—the type that, despite not lacking in aura, stands as company to those in prominence.
Overall, even stylish ng Si’an following him now, unmistakably seed like an aide.
An extrely fitting companion, perfectly matched.
So ng Si’an glanced again, checked once more, realizing, despite inexperience, sothing felt off.
A brief mont later, as ng Si’an figured it out, he felt like he’d dug his own hole...
More critically, he couldn’t help glancing towards her, noting the girl already raised her head, clearly noticed the two at the door, gazing in the mirror...
In that instant, ng Si’an felt conflicted, wanting to smack himself: I’m so foolish, I only thought of bringing soone for courage, making him my sidekick. How did I not foresee myself becoming the sidekick...
What a dilemma!
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