She lied again; it wasn’t actually because of traffic.
Feeling down and naturally being terrible with directions, she drove the wrong way, made a huge detour, and only then found the restaurant.
But if she told the truth, it would be mortifying.
Jiang Yichen looked at the girl, who seed slightly nervous, and couldn’t help but chuckle. He never understood if he had ever left a bad impression on her, causing her to be afraid of him.
"Since I had nothing else to do, I ca early. The night view here is beautiful, so it wasn’t a waste of ti."
Such a tactful response would make anyone feel at ease.
Lin Chu playfully blinked, "I didn’t eat much for lunch. Brother Jiang, are you ready for to eat a lot?"
The atmosphere beca relaxed.
Jiang Yichen poured a cup of tea and placed it in front of the girl, smiling gently, "I brought my bank card; you can eat as much as you want, I can afford it."
Despite saying so, Lin Chu didn’t actually eat much, resting her chin in her hand and gazing out the window, lost in thought.
Jiang Yichen wasn’t wrong; the night view here was indeed beautiful. The twinkling neon lights, both near and far, created a dreamlike beauty.
Opposite the restaurant stood an office building belonging to so company, with a giant electronic screen playing various advertisents in a loop.
Shen Weiyi had truly beco famous; in those ads, a third were endorsed by her.
Every few minutes, Lin Chu saw her appear on the electronic screen, elegant and graceful, embodying a goddess-like aura.
And Qiao An, who previously lingered as a third-tier small actor, was finally starting to edge into the ranks of top-tier celebrities.
The two shared a similar temperant, belonging to that gentle and tranquil category, around the sa age, frequently compared to each other—a singer with a heavenly voice and an actress whose debut on the big screen amazed audiences, both erging young stars with potential as future influencers.
Whether the advertisent was in its umpteenth loop, Lin Chu turned her head, looked at the man across, and softly asked, "Brother Jiang, why are you involving yourself with Qiao An? She’s Jiang Muzhou’s favorite, and he really likes her."
Though Jiang Muzhou usually acted nonchalant, changing won more frequently than clothes, he never actually got involved with any girl.
A person can be too lonely, but forcing themselves to settle is also uncomfortable.
Her question was abrupt and slightly rude, but Jiang Yichen showed no sign of irritation or anger.
He looked at Lin Chu as if he were looking at a neighbor’s younger sister, his gaze soft, curling his lips into a smile, "Xiao Chu, you haven’t grown up yet."
That day, when he saw her at Ji Huan’s engagent banquet, she wore a bespoke haute couture dress of a certain brand, the high heels enhancing her aura, her beauty breathtakingly displayed.
She wasn’t the main character, but the eyes of the n present were all on her. It was only when Lu Huai’an’s cold gaze swept over that they restrained themselves.
Jiang Yichen thought the little girl had grown up, but now it seed she was still a child.
She was too well-protected by Lin Zongjun, lacking enough life experience to understand many things.
When Lin Chu asked that question, she already knew Jiang Yichen wouldn’t specifically tell her the answer; their relationship wasn’t at the level to discuss such topics.
She asked because she thought of Jiang Muzhou drinking until he had a stomach bleed.
It was sowhat heartbreaking.
"I’ve already stepped into the age of twenty-one; isn’t that old enough?"
"I’m talking about ntal age."
"Then how does one grow up?"
Every word was simple, yet it was a profound question. Jiang Yichen paused, seemingly pondering the best answer.
After a few minutes, Lin Chu heard him say, "Perhaps one has to go through certain experiences to mature a bit."
So people have a long process of growing up, maybe still like a child at forty, while for so, the growth happens overnight.
Jiang Yichen gazed at the girl across from him. It’s been many years since he first t her, and the light in her eyes had grown much dimr than then.
"Xiao Chu, isn’t your current state what you desire?"
Jiang Yichen was ten years older than Lin Chu, and all her disguises were pointless in front of him.
Lin Chu was thinking of Lu Huai’an, her beautiful face appearing sowhat dull, "I don’t know, it’s just not as happy as I thought it would be."
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