It was a little past two in the afternoon, and the restaurant was almost empty.

If it weren't for Su Yehao's clout, the chef would have been ready to close up shop and take a break.

More Indian food.

Su Yehao was a bit concerned, so he personally kept an eye on things for a while, and after confirming that everything was indeed clean and hygienic, he felt relieved enough to return to the table.

He ordered curry chicken, cumin rice, and cinnamon curry mutton soup, while Zhao Yimeng, who had come to freeload, ordered a vegetable burrito.

The chef offered a complimentary appetizer, a fried meat-filled pastry called a samosa, presented with exquisite plating.

When the simple curry chicken was served, Su Yehao politely asked Miss Zhao:

"Why are you eating so little? How about I share some of mine? You probably couldn't stand eating curry every day, but it's nice to try it once in a while. It goes great with rice."

Zhao Yimeng pointed to the vegetable burrito and told him:

"This is already extra calories. I had a fruit salad for lunch. There are so few people who can eat whatever they want and never gain weight. Maintaining a good figure comes at a price, and the first thing is to control what you eat."

"Yeah… Jiang Yu and the others are the same. But they can't help wanting to eat, and then they exercise like crazy, and then they regret it later, complaining that they might as well not have eaten at all."

Hearing Su Yehao mention Jiang Yu and the others, Zhao Yimeng said with a sigh:

"I think I've figured it out. You really only treat me like an old friend. If you had any ulterior motives at all, you should at least try to hide it a little. You definitely wouldn't be talking about Jiang Yu and them all the time."

Su Yehao was a little puzzled and asked:

"What, do you want me to be interested in you? It's easy for a woman to pursue a man, isn't it? With my willpower, just buy me a few rounds of drinks, and the rest is up to you."

Now that she was this age, Zhao Yimeng wasn't so easily embarrassed. She just sighed and said:

"But that's just impulse, not love. Suddenly, I feel like many things around me have slowly become different from when I was a kid. Back then, I used to receive a pile of love letters and gifts every Valentine's Day, but now I can't even find a suitable man, and even a womanizer like you has no intention of making a move on me. I'm afraid I'll just end up alone."

Su Yehao told her:

"Many people our age are either getting married or having kids, and it's easy to be influenced by that atmosphere. Since you've already waited this long, why not keep waiting? Maybe you're just too good, which makes others hesitate. Anyone with a slightly lower status would be too embarrassed to pursue you."

"I don't know about that. Some people are quite outstanding, but they also choose to keep their distance from me."

"..."

Hearing this.

Su Yehao didn't know how to comfort her, so he ate while saying:

"Don't worry, if you really can't marry, I'll take care of you. I think I know a little bit about what they're thinking. It's definitely true that people with ordinary backgrounds don't dare to pursue you. Even if you were together, you probably wouldn't have much to talk about. And those who are strong and outstanding are probably like me, they prefer a free and easy life."

Zhao Yimeng raised an eyebrow and looked at him, scornfully saying, "What do you mean by a free and easy life? You're just being a womanizer."

"I admit it, you're right."

Su Yehao wiped his mouth with a napkin and told her the honest truth from the bottom of his heart, lowering his voice:

"To be honest, I really liked you for a while. You have a great figure and looks, you're smart and capable, and your family's resources could be a great help to me. But I know myself pretty well, and I've always been fickle, so I didn't dare to mess with you, otherwise Nangong and the others would probably be kicked out by you."

"I'm not that... okay, I admit, there's a possibility of that. So you're happy now, with women on both sides?"

Zhao Yimeng wasn't angry. She rested her chin on her hand and said:

"Forget it, if we keep talking about this, I'll look like a bitter woman. Actually, I just attended a friend's wedding last week. She married the owner of a hotel in San Francisco, the name was too long for me to remember."

Su Yehao laughed:

"You're still young. Many master's graduates who have just left school are about your age. There's no such thing as a 100% perfect man. You can try not to be so picky. For example, if you ignore the fact that I'm a womanizer, I'm actually pretty good in other aspects. Think about it."

"...So you went around in circles just to set a trap for me here?"

Zhao Yimeng smiled.

She probably understood why she always felt a little sentimental whenever she saw Su Yehao.

This was because Zhao Yimeng also knew in her heart that she had hesitated too much in the early years and couldn't make up her mind, so she missed out on Su Yehao, the man who was most suitable for her.

As a result, whether it was through blind dates or introductions from friends, she would always subconsciously compare them to Su Yehao, and after comparing them, they inevitably fell short.

It had to be said.

The Indian food made by the restaurant's white chef was very delicious. After eating a large plate of cumin rice, Su Yehao let out a satisfied burp.

He shamelessly said to Zhao Yimeng, "Go and pay the bill for me, and give the boss a bigger tip. Today I was your relationship advisor and your financial advisor, it wasn't easy."

Miss Zhao teased, "I finally understand why you're so rich."

"Yeah, I earned it by scamming the wealthy. Thanks to my dad and my grandfather, who successively provided me with sufficient start-up capital." Su Yehao wasn't polite at all. He got up, patted his stomach, and walked out of the restaurant.

Zhao Yimeng readily took out her wallet and left a full three hundred dollars. She chased after him and said with a smile, "You've already been a relationship advisor, but you haven't taught me how to choose investment targets yet. I've already paid the fee, so don't try to weasel out of it."

"I won't weasel out of it. I only have a few old friends left. What if you lose terribly and can't think straight? Then I'll have one less acquaintance."

Su Yehao first caught sight of an advertising billboard, and then he started talking nonsense, "When it comes to investing, luck is more important than vision. Instead of thinking wildly, it's better to leave the chance to roll the dice to God."

As soon as he finished speaking.

Su Yehao started acting mysteriously, calculating with his fingers, muttering to himself, and then suddenly pointed to the advertising billboard on the roadside, telling her, "That's it. Buy more shares of this company."

"...Are you kidding me? When did you become a fortune teller?"

"Heh, believe it or not, don't blame me for not revealing the secrets of heaven if you don't seize the opportunity in the future. This will damage my luck. Unless some beautiful woman is willing to kiss me to help make up for it."

"I'd be crazy to believe you. Hurry up and give me back the money for the meal, three hundred dollars," Zhao Yimeng said.

Su Yehao asked in surprise, "The total was less than eighty dollars, and you gave three hundred? You really are a young lady, rich."

"Didn't you tell me to give a bigger tip?"

Zhao Yimeng felt like she was being teased. Even though she thought it was quite unreliable, she still took a serious look at the advertising billboard Su Yehao was pointing at.

She only realized when she got closer that it was the subsidiary of Yanwenzi Group, the one called Photo Wall, and she immediately didn't know whether to laugh or cry:

"You're absolutely shameless, you actually want me to take over the shares of your company. I remember Yanwenzi Group is its parent company..."