Chapter 70: Who would you save, me or Jin Yan Ting?
Having just slept on a bed, Lian Li naturally didn’t want to see him, but she couldn’t show it.
“I thought you’d be sitting elsewhere.”
“Where else would be as good as this spot.” Jin Shi Yue leaned back in his chair with a relaxed posture, his well-defined fingers resting on the rectangular dining table covered with an Axlexander Turpault tablecloth.
A man raised in power, nobility came naturally to him; even the most casual gesture exuded an unapproachable aura.
Lian Li glanced at the spoon in her hand, suddenly feeling it had become much thinner.
She immediately snapped back to attention, took out her mobile phone, opened WeChat, and quickly typed a message: 「Why are you sitting next to me?」
Jin Shi Yue glanced over, holding his mobile phone with one hand, and slowly replied: 「Where else would I sit?」
Lian Li: 「There are many other seats in the restaurant.」
Jin Shi Yue: 「This place is so small, it would seem pretentious for me to move to another seat to avoid you. Besides, no seat in this restaurant compares to yours.」
The spot Lian Li chose had the best lighting and view. Looking out the window, one could see wild macaques leaping and playing on the mountainside and in the trees.
…Fine.
It was her own guilty conscience.
Lian Li’s bright pupils reflected the three large characters “Jin Shi Yue” on the chat page, her delicate brows furrowed slightly.
She tapped into the editing page and changed the remark to: God of Wealth Master.
It looked much better now, and it made her happy.
The waiter brought over Louis XIII wine. Pei Qingji took a crystal glass and poured Jin Shi Yue a drink, “I didn’t see you come down last night.”
“You care so much about my whereabouts,” Jin Shi Yue casually swirled his wine glass, the amber liquid gently rippling, “Who missed me?”
Someone immediately replied: “Zhong Yang. He’s jealous of you and can’t eat or sleep.”
“Damn. You make it sound like I have a crush on Young Master.” Zhong Yang turned to look at Jin Shi Yue and said, “I’m just not convinced. You specifically flew a Tibetan Mastiff to the United States, traveled so far, and went through all that trouble just to walk a dog. What makes that dog so special!”
“It barks.” Jin Shi Yue’s lips curved slightly, his tone dismissive.
“Did you hear that? Young Master Zhong, bark a few times, and Master Yue might just take you to the US to walk you!”
“You guys know nothing!” Zhong Yang loudly explained, “Young Master’s God of Wealth Tibetan Mastiff has undergone military training; it’s not an ordinary dog.”
Jin Shi Yue sat leisurely in his chair, wearing a silk dark shirt with the collar slightly open. He seemed to be in a good mood.
Everyone felt curious, their gazes falling on the several fresh, bright red scratch marks on the man’s neck.
“No wonder you didn’t come down last night, you were out having fun.” Zhong Yang looked at Jin Shi Yue with hopeful eyes, “Which beautiful sister-in-law did you stay with yesterday?”
Upon hearing this, Lian Li, who had been quietly drinking coffee, felt a chill run down her spine. She turned her head to look at the man beside her. Jin Shi Yue’s gaze happened to sweep over her, and their eyes met briefly for two seconds.
Lian Li saw the obvious scratch marks on his neck and was slightly startled.
Why did Eldest Young Master come out so brazenly without treating his injuries?
The vivid marks were practically announcing to the world that he had hooked up with someone last night. And the situation seemed to have been quite… intense.
“Master Yue’s marks look like they’re from SM.”
“It can’t be SM. Master Yue would be gentle if he was the dominant one, and he’d fight back if he was the submissive one.”
While everyone was joking around, Lian Li quietly withdrew her gaze, her eyes lowered, looking at her own slender, fair hands.
Her nails aren’t even long, so why did the scratches come out so clearly?
“Which sister-in-law?” Zhong Yang asked curiously, “The beautiful reporter from the television station?”
Jin Shi Yue subtly glanced at Lian Li, who was intently staring at her fingers, and said leisurely, “Guess.”
The restaurant’s dishes were not singular; the food combinations were diverse, a true feast for the taste buds. Caviar, Malaysian grouper, state banquet roast duck, braised shark fin, and deer antler delicacies were all presented with exquisite color, aroma, and taste.
Wen Zhixing and Meng Yi entered the restaurant before the dishes were served. Wen Zhixing was wearing a coffee-colored suit, and Meng Yi beside him was in a French long dress of the same color. The handsome man and beautiful woman were a pleasing sight.
The number of people at the dining table grew, and each person possessed an extraordinary aura and wore luxurious clothing. Those unaware might have thought they were hosting a banquet.
Lian Li, being sensitive to the cold, wasn’t wearing a skirt. Her simple and elegant sweater paired with black trousers gave her an approachable charm amidst her dignified and calm demeanor.
She lowered her head to eat her fish, but her lower leg under the dining table suddenly felt warm, as if something warm was pressing against it.
Lian Li pondered for three seconds and then, with a sudden realization, moved her leg to the side.
Why did Jin Shi Yue have such long legs if he wasn’t going to use them, unlike a bank card balance.
“Let me tell you guys, this is quite a coincidence. Meng Yi and our Li Mei are from the same school and the same dormitory.” Zhong Yang took a sip of Remy Martin and pointed at Lian Li and Meng Yi.
Lian Li and Meng Yi exchanged glances. The former’s eyes curved slightly, while the latter’s red lips curled up a little.
“Li Mei is also from Jing University. Meng Yi is getting married soon. Does Li Mei have a boyfriend?”
Lian Li said, “No.”
Zhong Yang asked, “What kind do you like? We can introduce someone.”
Xue Shufan knew Lian Li liked Jin Yan Ting and worried this question might trouble her Junior Sister. She changed the subject, “Why are you only asking Li Li and not me? Zhong Yang, introduce someone to me too.”
“Sure. Then what type of man does Miss Xue like?” Zhong Yang grinned and changed the topic, “Let Old Pei introduce someone to you. Old Pei knows all sorts of men; there’s definitely one who’ll suit you.”
Pei Qingji acted as if he hadn’t heard.
“He doesn’t even have a woman himself, what can he introduce to me?” Xue Shufan complained.
“That’s true, Old Pei is quite the eligible bachelor.”
“Speaking of which, I’m really curious. Shufan saved President Pei’s life. If President Pei gets married in the future, then… President Pei, if your wife and Xue Shufan fell into the water at the same time, who would you save?”
As the question hung in the air, everyone’s gaze turned to Pei Qingji, curiosity in their eyes.
Would he save his life-saver or his dream girl?
Pei Qingji put down his wine glass and looked at the brother who asked the question, “What are you talking about? Why don’t you fall into the water yourself?”
Everyone burst into laughter, “President Pei doesn’t save beautiful women, he saves his brothers!”
“What type of man does Miss Lian like?” Wen Zhixing placed a rolled piece of roast duck onto Meng Yi’s dish and asked Lian Li.
Lian Li looked up at him, “Thank you, but I don’t have any plans to date right now.”
Her meaning was clear, and her tone was calm and friendly, not making anyone feel presumptuous or awkward.
Having received their answer, everyone shifted the topic back to Meng Yi and Wen Zhixing, who were about to get married, asking if they had registered their marriage, when they would, the wedding progress, and where they planned to honeymoon…
Lian Li ate slowly, occasionally chiming in with a sentence or two, but mostly eating quietly.
She had been hooking up all night and was almost completely drained of energy. She was starving now.
Lian Li was slowly chewing on the lamb when the phone screen beside her arm lit up.
A new message from WeChat.
God of Wealth Master: 「If Jin Yan Ting and I fell into the water at the same time, who would you save?」
Lian Li: …???
