Song Youman stood with one foot on the stool and one on the ground, flipping through the nu like a boss, "This, this, this, and this... they’re all An’an’s favorites. Order all of them, but rember, no onions!"
As he was playing a card ga against two imagined opponents, Han Zhijin muttered softly, "How co you only rember what An’an likes to eat and not what I like?"
"I get the impression that there’s nothing you wouldn’t eat, except shit." Song Youman ordered a few more dishes, then closed the nu and signaled the waiter to place the order quickly.
"How can you say that!" Han Zhijin protested, pouting, but continued his solo card ga.
"What’s wrong with the way I talk? Am I wrong? Do you actually like to eat- shit?" Song Youman looked at Han Zhijin in surprise.
"Stop talking to !" Irritated, Han Zhijin moved to a chair further away, using the distance to express his annoyance.
"Hah, you’re just paying the bill, it doesn’t matter whether you talk or not." Song Youman casually waved her off, and then turned to Xia Wan’an with great excitent, "An’an, co give a hug, I haven’t seen you in five days, I’ve missed you so much..."
Han Zhijin made a face like he was going to throw up, shuddered, and then proceeded with his ga.
Ai Jiang, who had been quiet since she got in, chatted briefly with Xia Wan’an and Song Youman before leaving them to ask Han Zhijin, "What are you playing?"
"Landlords." Han Zhijin replied while dealing out his cards.
"Playing Landlords alone?" Ai Jiang looked surprised, as if she had never heard of such a thing.
"Yeah." Han Zhijin was quite proud, "It’s a variation of Landlords I invented myself."
"You’re quite creative..." Ai Jiang sincerely complinted.
Han Zhijin chuckled, seemingly thinking about his next move and did not respond.
After looking at him for a while, Ai Jiang was about to speak, but her phone in the purse suddenly started vibrating.
Checking the caller ID, she saw it was an unknown number. After a mont’s hesitation, she got up, moved a distance away from the table, and answered, "Who am I speaking to?"
Ai Jiang had only spoken four words before the familiar voice on the other end interrupted her, "It’s , Xiaojiang."
He Che... Ai Jiang paused for a second. When she spoke again, her tone was noticeably colder, "What do you want?"
"Xiaojiang, I want to see you. I know you’re dining at the Imperial Palace Restaurant. I’m waiting at the entrance. Either you co out to see , or I’ll start searching each private dining room."
Ai Jiang gripped her phone tightly.
How did he know she was at the Imperial Palace Restaurant? And if he really barged into the private room, her secret about having a boyfriend would be exposed. Even though she had feelings for Han Jingnian, but Han Zhijin... he was the successor of the Han family’s business...
After hanging up, Ai Jiang announced timidly, "I need to use the restroom."
She didn’t leave the room until all three of them had acknowledged her.
...
Twenty minutes later, the dishes were served one by one, but there was still no sign of Ai Jiang.
Xia Wan’an and Song Youman sent her several ssages but received no reply.
Seeing this, Han Zhijin pushed his cards aside, stood up and said, "I’m going to wash my hands, and maybe I’ll bump into Ai Jiang on the way."
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