Translator:
Atlas Studios
Editor:
Atlas Studios
If she were to sit right next to Si Zhengting, would she be kicked out again?
Zhuang Nainai played with the probability in her head and decided against it.
Her gaze rested on Si Zhengting.
His lanky fingers were wrapped around his glass, and he sipped lightly once in a while. Absentmindedly, he looked at the spread.
Zhuang Nainai wrinkled her brows.
Drinking alcohol now after his gastric episode in the morning?
This man… he doesn’t take care of his health at all!
Her doe eyes glimmered. She walked to the bar to pour a glass of warm water. After approaching Si Zhengting, she passed him the glass.
Er… you had gastric pains today, drink some water.
Her voice was soft as silk.
Her expression was as sincere can be.
Any normal man could not bear to reject this sincerity.
No one in the room dared to look in this direction, but their peripheral visions were fixed on the pair.
However…
Si Zhengting looked as if he did not hear her. He sat expressionless, saying and doing nothing.
Time seemed to have frozen at that moment.
Su Yanbing wanted to eat but dared not move his chopsticks.
What tension in the room!
A whole twenty seconds elapsed and there was still no response from Si Zhengting. Zhuang Nainai felt her confidence quaver. Embarrassment set in.
She bit her lips and tightened her grip on the glass.
Just when Zhuang Nainai was about to move, Huang Xiao’ai stood up suddenly.
Under the arrangement of her father, Huang Xiao’ai was one empty seat away from Si Zhengting. She took up the sharing chopsticks and put a prawn into his plate. In a soft baby voice, she said,
Mr. Si, I see you have a weak stomach. You should eat more food before drinking!
She then mockingly looked towards Zhuang Nainai’s direction.
How dare a
Colors Club
service crew dream of attracting Mr. Si! What a joke!
Zhuang Nainai raised her eyebrows.
Oh?
Another rival here?
The girl was young and very pretty too. If Zhuang Nainai did not make it in, would she have gotten her way?
Unfortunately, she met her nemesis. It is not her day.
Zhuang Nainai fought harder when faced with a strong opponent. Her awkwardness from seconds ago vanished instantly.
Placing the glass of water in front of Si Zhengting, Zhuang Nainai settled into the empty seat on his left and popped the prawn on his plate into her own mouth with chopsticks.
Mr. Si hates prawns, but I don’t!
She gleefully enjoyed the delicacy and watched Huang Xiao’ai’s face alternate between a few ugly shades.
…
The young girl must be enraged – her face turned green and then white. It was not a pleasant sight to behold.
Su Yanbing witnessed the drama, and his lips twitched. It had been five years, but Zhuang Nainai’s ability to incense someone had not weakened one bit!
However, just as Zhuang Nainai was basking in her victory, a cold voice interrupted,
Who says I do not like prawns?
