Here in the private room, Jin Yan received a call from his mother.
He hurried out, leaving the two of them.
"Are you okay, Mom?! You can do whatever you want, just don't drag me into it, okay?"
Hearing his mother's request, Jin Yan felt like crying.
"You won't listen? Fine, Mom can't control you anymore, then let your Aunt Meng discipline you…"
Meng Hualan took the phone:
"Yan Yan, be good, help Auntie out!"
Jin Yan felt a chill run down his spine at her calling him Yan Yan: "Aunt Meng, it's not that I don't want to help, you know Chen Ziming's temper, how could I dare…"
"Oh? Then do you know my temper?"
Jin Yan: …
The voice continued, "You want your new restaurant to open a new branch in the CBD of Lanyu Commercial Plaza, right? I'll talk to them, give you some special attention."
"No, no, no! Aunt Meng, you're the boss, I'll listen to you!"
Jin Yan's head ached. He thought for a moment, sighed, and then said,
"Then you promise Chen Ziming won't find out."
Madam Meng's pleasant laughter came through:
"Don't worry, Yan Yan, don't you trust Aunt Meng?"
"…"
When Jin Yan returned to the private room, his expression was somewhat solemn.
"Something up?" Chen Ziming, seeing his expression, immediately sensed something was wrong. He tilted his chin and asked.
"Uh… yes, a bit." Jin Yan had a reason ready, but he couldn't say it when he faced him.
After all, he was a police officer, and his eyes were sharp, making it difficult to lie.
"If you have something to say, then say it." He placed the peeled shrimp onto Su Yue's plate, wiped his hands with a wet wipe, his voice somewhat absentminded.
Jin Yan took a deep breath, then forced a smile and said,
"It's something between men… could you, accompany me to talk privately?"
Su Yue, upon hearing this, also looked at him with some curiosity.
"Something between men," he paused, then continued, "What kind of illness do you have?"
…
The scene instantly became deathly quiet.
Just then, a waiter came to deliver food. As soon as he opened the door, he heard Jin Yan impatiently yell "Get out," and he quickly retreated in fright.
"Yes, there is such a thing." He held back his breath and answered with an awkward smile.
Chen Ziming, however, didn't move. His eyes held a question and a probing look as he examined Jin Yan's expression.
Su Yue, seeing his pitiable appearance, hesitated for a moment, then leaned closer and whispered,
"Why don't you… go with him?"
"It's good that my little sister knows how to be considerate!"
Jin Yan almost burst into tears. This was too much! He suspected that Chen Ziming knew he couldn't come up with a reason and was deliberately guessing like this.
It was so like something he would do!
"Then you wait here obediently, I'll go with him."
Su Yue's words were effective. He stood up, gave a reminder, and went out with Jin Yan.
Su Yue picked up her phone and looked at the notes she had posted yesterday.
The fan interaction was going well.
As she was patiently replying to everyone, the door was suddenly pushed open.
She looked up in confusion, and her eyes widened in surprise.
A tall, thin middle-aged woman stood there, her hair elegantly pulled back, her skin fair, wearing a professional suit.
She wore light makeup, and beautiful pearl earrings adorned her ears.
She was beautiful, very beautiful.
But more importantly, it was her demeanor.
Unlike ordinary wealthy women, she exuded the competence and wisdom of a professional woman.
And her gaze, upon seeing Su Yue, also showed a flicker of astonishment.
She smiled charmingly, turned her head to look outside the door, as if she had received something from someone, then walked directly in and closed the door.
She walked up to Su Yue and sat down naturally.
"Um… did you come to the wrong place?"
Su Yue was somewhat surprised, but the other woman's aura was too powerful, her attitude couldn't help but become humble.
The noblewoman smiled even more happily, and asked gently,
"Are you Su Yue?"
"Yes, I am." Her heart skipped a beat as she replied.
"Your boyfriend is Chen Ziming, right?"
"Yes."
The noblewoman burst into laughter. Su Yue suddenly realized that her cheek had a dimple identical to Chen Ziming's.
Could it be…
"Then I didn't come to the wrong place. Hello Yue Yue, I am Chen Ziming's mother, Meng Hualan."
She extended her hand and took Su Yue's.
Her palm felt a little cool.
Su Yue's body instantly stiffened, and her mind, with a boom…
Exploded…