He looked as if he was innocently asking her why she was crying. Usually indifferent and handso, his face now carried a hint of curiosity.
Ji Niandong lowered her head slightly, silently reaching out to tidy up her canvas and painting. She seed to be leaving, but once her things were packed, she turned and asked, "Little Uncle, can I join you for dinner?"
Afraid he might refuse, she added, "I don’t want to spend my eighteenth birthday alone."
So, that’s why she was crying?!
Truly still a young girl!
Lu Beichen reached out to ruffle her hair, unexpectedly finding it soft and silky, feeling quite comfortable, like a small pet. He ruffled it a few more tis until Ji Niandong kept staring at him, prompting him to withdraw his hand, saying casually, "Let’s go. You can leave your stuff here and pick it up later."
"Great!" She grabbed him and headed out!
Lu Beichen hadn’t anticipated that when she ntioned dinner, it ant going to a bar. He thought she might have discovered so new eatery. Unexpectedly, she headed straight into the bar—after all, she was eighteen now, old enough to be there!
This young girl was indeed bold, directly inviting a man she t in a foreign country to such a place! Really too trusting of him?
"Little Uncle, you’re truly a good person! I never expected to et you in Paris. Without you, I’d certainly starve on the streets!" She raised her glass intending to toast him.
Lu Beichen lifted his glass to clink with hers, "Young girl, don’t easily give out ’good person’ cards to n or easily consider a man good."
"Anyway, Little Uncle, you’re definitely a good person!" she retorted, lowering her head to sniff the wine in her glass, "I don’t like this semi-sweet champagne."
She rely sniffed it, expressing clear disdain. The bartender imdiately presented another glass. Ji Niandong tried a sip and stuck out her tongue, "How much water did they mix in this Margarita?"
She acted as if she knew wine well, like a regular patron of bars. Lu Beichen watched her closely, noticing her tapping on the table, "Don’t you have good wine anymore? Isn’t this the top-notch bar?"
The bartender took a deep breath, and Lu Beichen asked them to bring out fine wine. With each glass poured, she only needed a sip to accurately na the year and origin, quickly drawing attention.
With more and more wine bottles opened on the counter, she tasted just a sip from each one before slumping over the counter, hardly able to sit upright. Lu Beichen signaled for no more wine and softly asked, "Had enough?"
She lay on the counter, sniffing, then suddenly burst into tears, "Why doesn’t she acknowledge ? It’s clearly her, yet she says she doesn’t know !"
Him?
Lu Beichen hadn’t yet reacted when she suddenly stood up, stumbling nearly into his arms, before rising unsteadily and clutching his coat, saying, "Little Uncle, I’m here to find my mother. I definitely found her, but she claims she doesn’t know ."
It’s just... looking for her mother?! Not soone else?
Lu Beichen unknowingly let out a breath of relief!
As surrounding eyes turned their way, he guided her out. She resisted a little, causing Lu Beichen to gently pull her along while quietly asking, "Why would your mother say she doesn’t know you?"
"I don’t know, I don’t know!" She shook her head, crying harder, "I’m so heartbroken, I want to drink all the wine, but I only know how to taste it, not to drink it!" She hiccupped, clearly drunk!
The night streets were quiet, with gusts of cold wind blowing. She increasingly lost control and rushed forward, forcing Lu Beichen to follow closely behind.
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