As it grew late, by the ti Wen He settled down with Qin Yan at a certain beer house, it was almost eight o’clock.
Wen He probably wasn’t in a great mood and seed like she wanted to drown her sorrows in alcohol. She boldly ordered two 3-liter kegs of draft beer right off the bat.
Qin Yan: "..."
Neither of them had eaten dinner, so Wen He ordered so food. While she was ordering, Qin Yan’s phone rang, and he turned to answer: "Hello..."
"Hello, my foot!" roared Qin Mu angrily. "Qin Yan, explain yourself! I was just a little late! How dare you stand up??"
"..." Qin Yan helplessly looked over at Wen He, who was still ordering, and wiped his face. "I had sothing co up last minute."
"Bullshit!" Qin Mu cursed. "You decide what’s more important—the sister you love or your so-called ’important things’!"
Qin Yan, without hesitation: "My ’important things’."
Qin Mu: "........."
"I can’t get away right now. Just call so friends and have dinner on ," Qin Yan compromised.
Qin Mu: "Why didn’t you say so earlier, get lost, goodbye!"
Clunk! Beep beep beep beep.....
Qin Yan: "......"
The correct way for siblings to interact is—mutual roasting and a love-hate relationship!
After hanging up, Wen He had just finished ordering and turned to see Qin Yan with a defeated expression. She sipped her beer and asked, "What’s up? Anything wrong?"
Qin Yan calmly put away his phone: "Nothing."
Wen He took another sip of beer. Looking at Qin Yan’s nonchalant deanor, she suddenly felt a bit impulsive for dragging him out for drinks!
They had only t two or three tis before, and their conversations probably didn’t even exceed twenty sentences. Now sitting across from each other, Wen He really didn’t know what to say.
But luckily, Qin Yan didn’t seem to want to talk either. He leisurely drank his beer, his relaxed gaze always fixed on the view outside the window.
Wen He pouted.
Fine
If that’s the case, she would just focus on her own drinking.
When all the food was served, the full keg of beer had already been half-emptied by Wen He.
She wasn’t a frequent drinker, so her tolerance was just average. Having drunk so much on an empty stomach, Wen He was probably a bit tipsy, suddenly exclaiming, "Hey!"
Qin Yan was taken aback, glanced at her, and said nothing.
Wen He’s usually fair face now had a rosy hue: "Why aren’t you talking?"
Qin Yan, sowhat surprised: "You’re drunk already?"
"...I’m not that weak, okay?" Wen He rolled her eyes, picked up a piece of vegetable with her chopsticks, and continued, "Hey, do you know why I’m on blind dates?"
Qin Yan: "?"
Wen He: "Just want to get married early, haha..."
Qin Yan: "..."
After saying that, Wen He felt sowhat blocked inside, raised her glass, and drained it in one go, feigning ease: "Get married early, then improve life."
Qin Yan raised an eyebrow: "...Rely on the husband?"
Wen He furrowed her brows, paused for a long ti, then suddenly understood what he ant, quickly saying: "What the hell! My family is rich, okay! Do I look like a scheming gold digger who’s only trying to marry into money?"
Qin Yan: "..."
Wen He’s expression turned despondent. She fiddled with a piece of at in her bowl with her chopsticks and started opening up: "My mom left early, and my dad remarried soon after and had a son. My dad wanted to go into business and inherit the family business. But I defied his wishes and studied music abroad, thinking when I ca back he wouldn’t force anymore. In the end... every ti we et, we barely say two words before we’re arguing and leave on a bad note..."
"So you want to marry to get away from your dad?" Qin Yan chuckled, "You’re really quite silly."
Wen He: "...What do you an by that?"
Qin Yan: "Even if you get married, your dad is still your dad. You still have to call him dad. As long as he doesn’t give up, he’ll keep pestering you to take over the family business."
Wen He: "So yeah! I’ll hurry up and marry so my husband can inherit the family business!"
Qin Yan: "...You’re that rash?"
Wen He fell silent, her eyes drooping, as if Qin Yan had hit her most resistant self, and she started crying: "I don’t want this either! Who doesn’t want to find soone they love, but I can’t find anyone I like, what can I do!"
Qin Yan stared at the crying woman in front of him, silent. She had a fair complexion, smooth skin, delicate and pretty features, her long black hair shimring beautifully, and her smiles were captivating with her crescent eyes.
"You’re quite pretty." Qin Yan’s ears felt warm, and his gaze drifted, with so imperceptible emotions in his eyes.
Wen He didn’t think too much of it, was quite candid: "I know, but I don’t like any of those who chase ..."
Her gaze fell on Qin Yan, suddenly thought of sothing, and changed the topic, "How old are you?"
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