Chapter 12: Meeting Gift
In the end, they didn’t order.
Wu Qingqing and Duan Tao insisted on waiting for Gu Yulan to arrive. Wen Yan finally compromised. After all, it was the first meal together for his boyfriend and his friends; it was best to maintain respect.
Wen Yan apologized again: “I’m really sorry to make everyone wait so long.”
Today was a weekday, and this shop was relatively remote. There were not many people sitting at the small tables in the first-floor hall, so it was very quiet.
The second floor consisted of private rooms. A group of people walked down the stairs lively, their voices more distinct.
Wen Yan glanced over casually. Among the surrounded people, one wearing a mask was also looking in his direction.
Their eyes met by chance and then looked away. That person was looking behind Wen Yan.
Wu Qingqing followed his gaze, eyes widening, and whispered: “That’s Director Yang!”
Duan Mingtao frowned: “Who?”
Wu Qingqing explained: “The director who has produced many hit dramas in recent years! Then the one next to him is…”
The person wearing a mask suddenly said something to another person. The other person looked disapproving, but he still walked over quickly, leaving a group of people standing where they were.
Wu Qingqing looked at the other party in shock. The other party obviously discovered her gaze, gave her a playful wink, and then walked to the table behind them.
Wen Yan also looked up following Wu Qingqing’s gaze, and suddenly met Pei Zhouye’s gaze staring at him from the opposite side.
That person stood still in front of Pei Zhouye, took off the mask, and revealed a face touted by fans as a “godly face.” Porcelain white skin, thick eyelashes, and a bright tear mole at the corner of the eye.
Wen Yan remembered this face. It was the face on the standee at the supermarket entrance near the residential area some time ago.
“Zhouye-ge~” Lin瑟然 (Lin Seran) dragged out his tone, sounding willful and intimate. “Why did you stop replying to my messages halfway?”
Pei Zhouye moved his gaze away from Wen Yan and answered simply: “Busy.”
The disapproving middle-aged man from the group just now walked over quickly, his face looking bad: “Seran! Put on your mask quickly!”
Lin Seran took a step towards Pei Zhouye, simply sat on the chair to Pei Zhouye’s side, like a child throwing a tantrum: “I won’t!”
“Zhouye-ge! Speak up for me quickly.”
Pei Zhouye’s expression loosened, and he glanced lightly at the agent: “If he doesn’t want to wear it, he won’t wear it.”
The man was handsome, young, dressed nobly, with a strong aura. The agent was shrewd and knew at a glance that such a person definitely came from a wealthy and noble family. His tone softened a lot: “This is…”
Lin Seran’s eyes smiled: “Zhouye-ge, tell him, tell him quickly.”
Pei Zhouye obviously didn’t have that kind of personality, but he still went along with Lin Seran’s fuss, answering succinctly and coldly: “Pei Zhouye.”
The agent’s expression changed instantly, his tone more respectful: “Young President Pei, I really didn’t expect you to be so young! I’ll go tell Director Yang. Should I ask Director Yang to come over and chat with you for a bit?”
Pei Zhouye looked weary: “No need.”
The agent bowed hurriedly and left.
Unknown what he said after going back, the voices chatting over there became much quieter, and the area was cleared very quickly.
Throughout the process, Wen Yan’s gaze hadn’t moved away, quietly watching the interaction between Pei Zhouye and Lin Seran.
Intimate and sweet, matching everywhere.
Wen Yan had a strange feeling in his heart, mixed with subtle awkwardness and shame, and another doubt about Pei Zhouye’s character, but more of it was… a kind of relief.
The disturbed thoughts in his mind were interrupted.
“Yan-yan! Sorry, I’m late.” Gu Yulan trotted over carrying a pile of things and stopped in front of Wen Yan.
Just as he stood firm, he saw the other table and looked surprised after seeing clearly: “Young Master Pei? Why are you here?”
Lin Seran tapped the table with his finger: “Gu Er, why don’t you ask me why I’m here?”
Gu Yulan laughed dryly: “Alright. Then I understand.”
He sensed Wen Yan’s gaze, quickly recovered, and hurriedly ended the topic: “Let’s talk later. I have to apologize to my boyfriend.”
He sat next to Wen Yan. Wen Yan kept a straight, beautiful face and moved to the side, creating distance.
Wu Qingqing and Duan Mingtao looked at Gu Yulan: “Hello, senior.”
Gu Yulan was their direct senior and was very familiar with Wen Yan, but because they were too familiar, no one had thought that the two would suddenly be together after two years of university. Gu Yulan was actually also a popular figure at A University, tall and handsome, with seemingly good family background and temper. But compared to Pei Zhouye whom they mistook just now, he seemed inferior in every aspect.
Gu Yulan saw Wen Yan’s petty temper and apologized: “Yan-yan, I’m sorry. The assistant delivered something a step late just now, so I waited a little longer.”
Wen Yan still couldn’t cheer up, frowning slightly, corners of his mouth turning down: “You should apologize to them more. We have been waiting for you for almost half an hour.”
He had a soft personality, wasn’t good at acting coquettishly, and wouldn’t get angry.
This face looked good with any expression. This angry little expression was even cuter. Gu Yulan couldn’t help but raise his hand and touch Wen Yan’s side profile.
For some reason, he always felt a cold wind blowing from the opposite side.
Gu Yulan put the things he was carrying on the table and pushed them over, speaking sincerely: “Hello, junior students. I am Gu Yulan, Yan-yan’s boyfriend. These are the meeting gifts I prepared. I’m really sorry for delaying everyone for so long.”
The gift bags on the table contained a luxury bag and a robot model from a famous brand.
Wu Qingqing waved her hand hurriedly: “This is too expensive, I can’t accept it.”
Duan Mingtao also simply refused: “No need for gifts.”
Wen Yan looked at the bag that obviously exceeded student consumption levels, his brows furrowing almost imperceptibly. He looked at Gu Yulan and asked softly: “Were you late just now because of these? Then why didn’t you reply to my message?”
A pair of black eyes were pure and serious, seemingly sucking in people’s souls when looking at them.
Gu Yulan looked entranced, staring at those eyes and nodding: “Yes, the phone was with the assistant…”
“Heh.” Pei Zhouye sneered. His posture was arrogant and casual. “What couldn’t be sent over by someone? You really dare to tell any lie. The assistant even controls the phone.”
This time he didn’t send anyone to stop Gu Yulan. Gu Yulan could still be late, still dare to touch Wen Yan’s face, still dare to lie. And Wen Yan was so easily going to forgive him again.
Pei Zhouye felt his heart contract violently because of the scene just now, aching with anger.
Gu Yulan didn’t seem to feel awkward, still smiling decently in reply: “I naturally can’t compare with Young Master Pei, getting whatever I want delivered to my hand immediately. I thought for the first formal meeting, it would be better to bring it myself.”
The little bit of suspicion brought out by Pei Zhouye’s words was suppressed again. Wen Yan looked at the gifts on the table: “Qingqing, Mingtao, accept them. Let’s order quickly, it’s getting late.”
Pei Zhouye was even more annoyed. Wen Yan didn’t even give him a glance just now! Forgiving that scumbag just like that?
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