Old Qin was drenched in cold sweat, bracing himself to stand up, with a smile on his face that was even uglier than crying, "Mr. Leng, I’m really sorry, I think there must be so misunderstanding here, my son shouldn’t know your wife."
"Oh? Is that so?" Leng Yichen’s tone gave no hint of his mood, as he intimately led Bai Yiran into the private room.
After watching Leng Yichen and Bai Yiran sit down, Old Qin, nodding and bowing, cautiously sat down again and picked up the napkin on the table, wiping the thin sweat from his forehead.
Young Master Qin’s breathing beca heavy, large beads of sweat rolled down his florid face.
From the mont Leng Yichen and Bai Yiran entered and sat down, Wu Lin had maintained the sa standing posture as if she were about to leave. Now, everyone was seated, and only she remained standing, making her appear very out of place.
Leng Yichen’s gaze skimd over her quickly, not pausing for even a second, as if he didn’t know her at all.
Wu Lin instinctively clenched her hands, not expecting that after all this ti, seeing Leng Yichen again would still make her heart tremble. How could such a heavenly god of a man compare to soone like Young Master Qin?
But... Wu Lin looked at Bai Yiran beside Leng Yichen, not expecting that after everything, the two of them would actually end up back together, and all along, she was the only fool!
Mrs. Qin noticed Wu Lin staring unblinkingly at Leng Yichen in a state of discomposure, her face turning extrely unsightly. Casting a sharp glance over, she forcefully pulled Wu Lin down, "Everyone’s sitting, what are you standing there for!"
Bai Yiran looked at Wu Lin, a smile in her eyes.
Wu Lin’s face stiffened; was she flaunting that she was the ultimate winner?
For a mont, the atmosphere in the private room reached an extre level of awkwardness, as no one dared to speak before Leng Yichen. Young Master Qin was so frightened that his legs quivered, his face twisting into a ghastly green.
"Actually..." Leng Yichen spoke slowly, "the main reason I brought my wife to this dinner today is to express our apologies."
Old Qin was stunned, "Uh... Mr. Leng, what do you an by that?"
Leng Yichen’s cool gaze finally landed on Young Master Qin’s face, "Today, my wife was sowhat reckless and ended up injuring your son." Though he said this, his eyes were filled with affection as he looked at Bai Yiran, even reaching out to ruffle her hair.
Only then did Old Qin realize that his son’s injuries were caused by Leng Yichen’s wife. He just couldn’t understand how these two t. The bad feeling in his heart grew stronger; he couldn’t detect a trace of apology from Leng Yichen, who seed more like he was here to settle accounts.
Old Qin swallowed hard, "There must be so misunderstanding, besides, my son has tough skin, a hit is a hit..."
What could he say? Ask Leng Yichen for dical expenses? He knew his son, he must have done sothing over-the-top to warrant the beating.
Leng Yichen’s smile was perfect, "In that case, let’s eat."
Soon, the waiter served the dishes, and Leng Yichen considerately picked food for Bai Yiran. The two of them ate without any regard for others. However, the Qin Family had lost their appetite, uneasily enduring the al while watching Leng Yichen and Bai Yiran show affection, barely daring to move their chopsticks.
Seeing that Bai Yiran was full, Leng Yichen showed no inclination to stay longer, pulling Bai Yiran up, giving a glance to the Qin Family, "Then we will be leaving first. Please continue, feel free to order whatever you like; the bill will be charged to Huai International’s account."
With that, Leng Yichen wrapped his arm around Bai Yiran and left the private room.
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