Zhong Sheng gritted his teeth and looked at Li Cheng.
His eyes conveyed a single meaning: "rn
"Ah?!"
There weren't any cheesy pick-up lines back then, and Wang Yue's words directly stunned Qiao Zixuan, making her blush.
Wang Yue had just said his ideal type was beautiful.
Then he praised himself for being quite good-looking.
Did that indirectly mean...
My ideal type is you?
Thinking of this, Qiao Zixuan's face grew redder.
"Where did you learn these lines? They're so cheesy."
Wang Yue didn't mind and smiled again, "Let's play a game."
"What game?"
Qiao Zixuan asked curiously.
"Whoever moves first within three seconds loses."
"Only three seconds? I definitely won't lose. Come on."
"I lose."
"Ah?"
"I'm moved."
"Pfft!"
Qiao Zixuan was amused by Wang Yue and playfully hit him, "Aren't you childish?"
"Honestly, where did you learn these lines?"
"I made them up."
"I don't believe you!"
"Is your home far?"
Suddenly, Wang Yue asked.
"What trick are you up to now?"
This time, Qiao Zixuan was a little wary.
"Nothing much. If it's far, I can consider giving you a ride on my prized steed."
Wang Yue smiled.
"Did you get your driver's license?"
Qiao Zixuan asked.
"Of course! I'm a 30-year veteran driver."
Wang Yue said proudly.
"Hmph! Then go get your prized steed for this young lady to ride."
...
Ten minutes later, Wang Yue was riding his bicycle.
The back seat was wrapped in several layers of cloth and covered with a plastic bag, looking rather unfashionable.
But Qiao Zixuan didn't mind. She sat on the back seat, holding onto Wang Yue's clothes, and laughed, "Your prized steed is a convertible, that's amazing."
"Hahaha, of course! Hold on tight, the veteran driver is starting the journey!"
Wang Yue took Qiao Zixuan back to her residential complex.
It was then that Wang Yue realized Qiao Zixuan was actually a little heiress.
Her family lived in "Emerald Bund."
This was a high-end residential area, with housing prices more than seven or eight times higher than other places.
"Now I don't have to worry about you going back on your word, Miss Qiao."
After saying that, Wang Yue rode his bicycle away.
Qiao Zixuan watched Wang Yue's receding figure and shouted, "Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, Wang Yue!"
From a distance, Wang Yue waved without looking back, his voice carrying back, "Happy Mid-Autumn Festival!"
...
Returning home, it was already five in the afternoon.
His parents hadn't returned yet; they were probably still busy at the shop.
However, there were already several bags of mooncakes on the table, the loose kind sold by weight.
Wang Yue picked up a mooncake and took a bite, murmuring, "It seems mooncakes have always been hard to eat."
Wang Yue forced himself to finish a mooncake and drank several mouthfuls of water.
Then he watched some TV. It was already six in the evening.
Just then, the phone rang.
Wang Yue glanced at it; it was Pan Huiying calling.
"Mom, what's up?"
"Where are you? We're going to your second aunt's place for dinner tonight."
"I'm at home. What time?"
"Then come to the shop, and we'll go together."
"Okay."
After hanging up, some unpleasant memories resurfaced in Wang Yue's mind.
"It seems that on this day in my past life, it wasn't just the incident with the thief that was upsetting. The evening gathering was also quite unpleasant."