Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Such high praise…
Surprised by Lombardi’s words, Nian Xiaomu was about to ask him what kind of person Yu Fan was. At the same moment, Yu Yuehan, who had been gone for a long time, was finally back.
He had removed the white shirt.
His coat was still draped over his seat in the restaurant. Now, he was only wearing a thin black shirt.
From white to black.
The cold and distant aura on him was even stronger now. The black color made him appear more domineering and alluring.
He walked briskly back to the dining table and sat down unhurriedly.
“What are you talking about?”
He glanced over at Nian Xiaomu, who was acting exceptionally obedient. Wondering what could be up with her, he spoke out first.
Nian Xiaomu had thought that he would be fuming. If he did not give her a beating, he would surely start a cold war with her.
She had not expected that he would start talking to her first. She quickly replied, “We were talking about Fan Yu!”
Then, she asked inquisitively, “Master Han, do you know Fan Yu?”
“What do you think?” Instead of answering her, Yu Yuehan asked her a question in return. Taking the newspapers from her hands, his eyes flickered as he continued to ask, “Do you like him?”
“Of course not! I don’t even know him. Why would I like a stranger?” Nian Xiaomu denied it without hesitation.
Hearing this, Yu Yuehan raised his brow. “If you do not know him, you can’t like him? There are many strangers who call me their hubby.”
Nian Xiaomu: “…”
Master Han, if your fan girls find out what a narcissist you are, they would definitely drop out of your fan club!
Yu Yuehan placed the newspapers down by his side and was going to say something when the service staff approached to serve the dishes, interrupting the conversation.
After the dishes were delivered, Nian Xiaomu started to busy herself with serving Lombardi.
Lombardi enjoyed his meal thoroughly as he chatted happily with Nian Xiaomu.
In contrast, Yu Yuehan’s delight in a certain someone ordering food according to his preferences did not last longer than three seconds. He found himself ignored again…
If he did not understand the Italian language and did not know that Nian Xiaomu and Lombardi were discussing the cuisine, he would certainly suspect that she had a fatherly crush on a much older man.
The dining table was filled with just these two people’s voices.
Suddenly, Lombardi raised a question. ‘I’ve heard that Master Han exercises self-control and protects himself from immorality. You’ve never had any women around you. I’m so curious to know how the two of you met.”
“…”
The air in the room became awkwardly silent.
Nian Xiaomu did not expect that the topic of their conversation would turn to Yu Yuehan. Not knowing how to answer Lombardi, Nian Xiaomu threw a cautious look at Yu Yuehan.
Lombardi did not realize anything was amiss and, as he finished speaking, turned and smiled at Yu Yuehan.
Raising the teacup in his hand, he exclaimed in fumbling Chinese, “Let us raise a toast with tea instead of wine. Bottoms up!”
If one did not watch his accompanying actions, it would be almost impossible to understand his broken Chinese.
After Yu Yuehan returned the toast, Lombardi continued to speak in Italian.
“Manager Nian told me just now that in your country, it is a custom to make friends over tea. Now that we drank our tea, would you consider us friends?”
“…”
“Your friend here really wants to know who had courted who, and who was the one who made the love confession first…?” Before Lombardi could finish what he wanted to say, a distressed Nian Xiaomu had already choked on her food!
As she let out a few loud coughs, she patted her chest strongly and reached out hurriedly to drink some tea.
After the previous experience of burning her tongue with the hot tea, Nian Xiaomu took extra care to take a small sip to ensure that the tea was warm before gulping down the whole cup.
Just as she regained her composure and was about to put the teacup down, she heard a chilly voice speak, saying, “Manager Nian, the tea that you just drank, was mine.”
Nian Xiaomu: “…!!”
