Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
“Zheng Yan is not superficial, she is in fact a very interesting girl. However, because of her family… She takes offense when people have a prejudice toward her simply because of her looks.”
Fan Yu stared at Mo Yongheng and spoke while pausing between his words.
He seemed to be hoping that Mo Yongheng could apologize to Zheng Yan too.
At the very least, take back his words about Zheng Yan being a superficial woman.
“Are you fighting for justice on her behalf?” Mo Yongheng clenched his fists inside his pocket but continued to remain expressionless, however, there was now an additional hint of observance in his gaze toward Fan Yu.
It seemed as though he wanted to see through the intentions that he had toward Zheng Yan.
“I just feel that since a girl is already willing to apologize for her misunderstanding toward something, it is not a big deal for the man to admit that he too, had made a misjudgment.”
Fan Yu stood at the entrance of the private room and tilted his head toward its direction, indicating that they could enter.
It was not gentlemanly to let the ladies wait.
Nian Xiaomu and Zheng Yan were nearly done with ordering the dishes by the time they entered the private room.
Nian Xiaomu was the first to look up when she noticed that they were coming in.
“We are done with the ordering, do you guys still have any dishes to add on?” Nian Xiaomu pushed the menu toward them as she spoke.
Fan Yu casually replied, “I am fine with anything, I am not picky with food.”
“I want to add another portion of fruit pie.” Mo Yongheng suddenly spoke up.
When the people in the private room heard this, they looked at him in surprise.
Mo Yongheng did not look like someone who had a sweet tooth.
He actually ordered a portion of fruit pie directly without looking at the menu…
Even Nian Xiaomu was a little dumbfounded, let alone Zheng Yan.
When she finally snapped back to her senses, she added a portion of fruit pie to the order and passed the menu back to the waitress.
The four of them sat at the spacious dining table.
However, Zheng Yan continued to stick closely by Nian Xiaomu’s side. As she bit her tongue, she looked toward Mo Yongheng’s direction from the corner of her eyes.
Not only could Nian Xiaomu and Fan Yu feel her awkwardness, but even Mo Yongheng detected it too.
As he reached out for the teacup, he sipped a mouthful of tea and cast his gaze toward Zheng Yan’s direction.
Just like a student who was mentioned by her teacher in class, Zheng Yan immediately raised her head and straightened her body up in an obedient manner.
She opened her mouth and was about to find a chance to apologize to him. However, before she had the guts to say a word, the staff had already started to serve their dishes.
One should not speak during meals or sleep time.
Even if there were ongoing conversations over the dining table, they were merely casual talks in a harmonious atmosphere.
It would be very weird if she suddenly apologized to Mo Yongheng.
Zheng Yan could only hold her words in for the moment.
When they were done with their meal and it was time to serve the desserts, the fruit pie that Mo Yongheng had ordered in advance was the first to be served.
It is commonly known that having desserts can brighten up a person’s mood.
As Zheng Yan watched the staff serve the fruit pie to Mo Yongheng, she started to build up her emotions in preparation for her apology.
The next second, however, Mo Yongheng picked up the plate of fruit pie and placed it in front of her.
She froze immediately and looked up at him in astonishment.
When she met his dark eyes, not a single trace of emotion could be seen in them, and his voice sounded dull and flat too.
“I am sorry, I take back my words calling you as a superficial woman.”
“…”
Zheng Yan was utterly dumbfounded.
Mo Yongheng appeared to be so cold and untouchable, and she was initially still worried that she would be cast in an awkward light if he did not accept her apology.
In the blink of an eye, however, he had apologized to her instead.
Zheng Yan lowered her head before looking up again. A long while later, she finally forced a sentence out.
“How do you know that I like fruit pies?”
