Oh no! Drunk last night, I accidentally wandered into my ex-boyfriend's room.

The surrounding streets were quiet and still. At this time of day, there were few pedestrians and vehicles. Only the warm yellow streetlights cast long, thin shadows of the two people.

Lin Qian looked up and met his slightly red eyes, saying, "Wen Shuyan, you've had too much to drink."

She called out for Wen Shuyan.

It wasn't Manager Wen, nor Brother Shuyan.

Wen Shuyan was taken aback.

The impulsiveness brought on by alcohol was instantly sobered up by this bucket of cold water.

He apologized gently, "I'm sorry, Qianqian, I did drink a lot today, and I was a bit inexplicable. You don't need to worry about it."

After they finished speaking, the two fell into a long silence once again.

Wen Shuyan walked beside her, his Adam's apple bobbing. "What happened back then... I had my difficulties too."

Lin Qian glanced at him sideways. "What's troubling you?"

Wen Shuyan's voice was a little hoarse: "After my father took me to England, I found out that I was betrothed as a child, and the other person would be my future husband. If I didn't agree to the marriage, my father would cut off all contact with me."

He gave a wry smile. "At the time... I really didn't have the ability to resist."

In fact, Wen Shuyan did not tell the whole story.

He initially refused, so his communications were cut off, and he has been unable to contact China.

As for why he never dared to contact Lin Qian afterward, it was very simple: first, he didn't want to deceive her, and second, he didn't want her to know that he was engaged.

With Lin Qian's mother's ordeal right before her eyes, there's absolutely no way Lin Qian could have any feelings for a man she's engaged to.

Wen Shuyan took a deep breath. "But now everything is resolved, the engagement is canceled. She's about to marry someone else, so naturally she's not bothering me anymore."

Lin Qian listened in silence, her eyes lowered, and said, "Well, congratulations."

Wen Shuyan hesitated, then pursed her lips and changed the subject, "By the way, your boyfriend and you were high school classmates? Both from No. 1 High School?"

"Yes," Lin Qian nodded, "we even studied together at Imperial City University later."

Wen Shuyan said with some regret, "If I hadn't left, you and I could have been high school classmates."

Lin Qian: "Unfortunately, there are no 'what ifs' in life; we should all look forward."

Wen Shuyan seemed lost in thought, his expression carrying a brotherly concern:

"Qianqian, if you have time, bring your boyfriend out to meet me. I'd like to give him my opinion. What if he's not right for you? After all, men understand men best."

Lin Qian smiled vaguely and said, "Let's talk about it next time."

We absolutely cannot meet.

She was afraid that Lu Beiting would rush up and beat up Wen Shuyan as soon as he saw him, while cursing him as "Damn Green Arrow".

Heavens above, the scene is too beautiful for her to bear...

Back to the hotel.

Wen Shuyan didn't rush up, but watched Lin Qian walk in.

He leaned against an old tree, loosened his tie, and had an indescribable sense of irritation between his brows.

The night wind carried a biting chill, blowing his messy, tousled hair across his forehead.

Wen Shuyan took out a cigarette case from his pocket, awkwardly picked out a cigarette, and lit it.

The crimson stars flickered in the night, highlighting the distinct features of his face.

He leaned against the cold tree trunk, silently puffing on his cigarette.

I deliberately let the cold wind blow in the middle of the night.

-

Just as Lin Qian came out of the shower, someone rang the doorbell.

Pushing open the door, I saw the same young female deliverywoman from yesterday.

Pushing her cart, she smiled and said, "Ms. Lin Qian, this is the rose-sliced ​​charcoal-grilled beef that Mr. Lu Beiting ordered for you. It was specially arranged by private jet, kept fresh by cold chain throughout the journey, and delivered directly to City C after landing. It was then carefully prepared for you by a Michelin three-star chef."

"Honey, it seems Mr. Lu really loves you. Have a wonderful evening!"

After saying this, the female deliverywoman bowed politely, smiled, and left.

Lin Qian was left standing there dumbfounded at the doorway.

This plate is so big, did they bring over the ribs of an entire cow?

How could she possibly finish it?

Last night's strawberry nightmare hasn't faded yet, and tonight's beef nightmare has arrived.

A moment later, Lu Beiting's WeChat message popped up:

You like roast beef, right? You're in for a treat tonight.

Lin Qian: "..."

Why has Lu Beiting become so domineering and terrifying in the last two days?

-

Lin Qian definitely couldn't finish this plate of beef.

Adhering to the principle of not wasting food, she had no choice but to ask Chen Xiaopan from next door to help her solve the problem.

When Chen Xiaopan saw this, her eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. "Holy crap! This is an outrageously expensive plate of beef!"

Just smelling it makes my mouth water.

Chen Xiaopan: "Sister Qianqian, did your boyfriend send this?"

Lin Qian was on the verge of tears. "Yes, Xiao Pan, please eat it for me..."

Chen Xiaopan gave a thumbs up: "Awesome! Your boyfriend is so capable!"

After saying that, she took a bite, and it was so delicious that her scalp tingled with pleasure.

From then on, Lu Beiting gained another nickname in Chen Xiaopan's mind—"Beef Bro".

My flight was at 2 PM the next day, so I could finally go home.

Lin Qian packed her suitcase and checked out with Chen Xiaopan and Wen Shuyan.

Wen Shuyan suddenly swayed, leaning most of his body against Lin Qian, his face unnaturally pale.

"Qianqian... I feel so bad..."