They surrounded me right after the breakup.

At 4:30 pm, the Starbucks on the third floor of the China World Trade Center was packed with people.

The Starbucks is located in the southeast corner, where sunlight streams in obliquely through the glass curtain wall, making the entire store scorching hot.

Lin Yaoyao sat on a high stool by the window.

One leg is raised, and the other leg is touching the ground with the toes.

Her ankles were slender, like the neck of a porcelain vase.

She was unexpectedly wearing a black tight-fitting mini skirt.

According to Shen Qingning, women should appropriately change their style.

This is how you can maintain a sense of novelty in a long-term relationship.

The fabric tightened around Lin Yaoyao's chest, making her curves appear more defined.

With each breath, the shadow at the neckline swayed.

Light gray stockings hugged her thighs, curving gently at the knees.

She was wearing a pair of black high heels with thick heels.

Lin Yaoyao rested her chin on her left hand, while her right fingertips swiped across the phone screen.

The phone case had a cartoon cat head printed on it, which didn't match her outfit at all.

The men at the next few tables were already exchanging glances.

Two men in shirts were sitting at the double table near the door.

One of them pretended to look out the window, but actually glanced at Lin Yaoyao every few seconds.

The other one didn't even bother to pretend; he held his phone to his ear as if making a call, his eyes practically glued to Lin Yaoyao.

Holy crap!

The man in the shirt finally couldn't hold back any longer and whispered to his companion.

"Did you see that?"

"I'm not blind."

"What a figure! She looks like she stepped out of a comic book."

"This is fucking huge!"

Lin Yaoyao took off her sunglasses and placed them next to the cup lid.

The man in the shirt at the next table almost knocked over his coffee cup.

His companion reached out to steady the cup, but his own gaze remained fixed on it.

"Would you like to come over and take a look?"

Lin Yaoyao turned her head and smiled at the table.

His tone was languid, showing no sign of anger.

The man in the shirt blushed and picked up his cup, pretending to drink coffee.

At this moment, Jiang Han walked in from the door.

His expression was as calm as when he was in a project meeting.

It was as if all the restless male gazes in the room had nothing to do with him.

He spotted Lin Yaoyao immediately, and also noticed the expressions on the faces of the men at the surrounding tables.

I didn't rush over; I stood in front of the bar for a moment.

The man in the shirt was still whispering to his companion.

"Was that guy trying to strike up a conversation?"

"I think so. Look, he's been standing there for several seconds. He must be mentally preparing himself."

"Can it succeed?"

"Success my ass. The success rate of picking up a girl of this caliber is lower than winning a car license plate lottery."

Jiang Han didn't hear what they were saying.

He took his hand out of his pocket and straightened his shirt collar.

Then he walked straight toward Lin Yaoyao.

Jiang Han stood in front of her, leaning slightly forward.

One hand is resting on a high table.

Her posture was relaxed, but her aura completely enveloped Lin Yaoyao.

Other men in Starbucks cast their gazes at him.

I was ready to watch the dramatic scene unfold as my attempt to pick up a girl backfired.

Jianghan opened its mouth.

"Hey beautiful, how's your latte?"

"Look at the bubbles on the rim of the cup. They are of uneven size, which means the steam wand was not cleaned properly and there is residual milk residue clogging the steam vent."

Lin Yaoyao picked up the cup and carefully examined the bubbles on the rim.

"You really are! How did you figure that out?"

The people at the nearby tables, who overheard this conversation, changed their expressions from watching a spectacle to being puzzled.

When did the way you strike up a conversation become a way to critique a barista's skill level?

Nobody taught me how to start this game.

"Then why don't you teach me?"

"What will I teach you? How to make coffee or how to choose a barista?"

"Teach them all."

"Teaching you is no problem, but let me have a sip of your latte so I can see what else is wrong with it besides the milk foam."

Lin Yaoyao pushed the cup towards him.

The straw was stuck in the cup, and the tip of the straw still had a very faint rosy lipstick mark left from when she drank coffee.

Jiang Han didn't take a straw.

He picked up the cup and took a sip.

Then he placed the cup on the table and gently patted his lips twice with his fingers, as if he had something on them.

"Your lipstick has gotten on the cup."

"Um?"

"I'm just reminding you that you have some lipstick on my lips."

Lin Yaoyao tilted her head back, a faint blush spreading down from her ears.

Her lips were slightly parted, her smile carrying a playful yet submissive quality that bordered on provocative.

Then Jiang Han bent down.

He reached out his palm and gently pinched Lin Yaoyao's chin.

He rubbed his thumb against the corner of her lips.

The man in the shirt dropped his coffee cup and smashed it on the marble tabletop.

His companion's mouth was agape; he was completely dumbfounded.

Jiang Han's thumb was still on the edge of his lips, gently rubbing it.

Lin Yaoyao's eyelashes trembled twice.

When she loosened her grip, Lin Yaoyao touched her lower lip with her fingertip; her lipstick was completely smudged.

"Are you satisfied now? You've had your coffee, and here's your lipstick."

Jiang Han took a tissue from the tissue box and handed it over.

Lin Yaoyao took the tissue and looked at her phone screen.

The lipstick is completely ruined.

She simply wiped off all the remaining lipstick and leaned back on the bar stool with her bare face.

"My mom wants you to come over for dinner tonight."

"tonight?"

"Yes, she cooked for you herself, saying you've lost weight recently and need to eat more."

"Is it about the construction team?"

"The construction team's business can be discussed over the phone; she's just using this as an excuse to make you soup."

Lin Yaoyao paused for a moment, then added a sentence in her mother's tone.

"It's not easy for Xiao Jiang to work hard outside. What's wrong with him coming home for a hot meal?"

Jiang Han smiled.

"Okay, what time is dinner?"

"Pay for your coffee at 6:30."

……

In the kitchen of the Lin family villa, Lin Zhengxiujuan stood in front of the stove wearing an apron.

A ginseng and black chicken soup was simmering on the stove, the lid of the clay pot bobbing slightly from the steam.

The kitchen was filled with the rich aroma of medicinal cuisine.

Lin Yaoyao's seventh stepmother, Song Wanqing, was picking vegetables nearby.

"Sister, you simmered this soup longer than usual today, and you added less salt than usual. Are you worried that Xiao Jiang might find it too salty?"

"Xiao Jiang prefers light flavors. Last time I made braised pork, he ate three pieces. I remember that."

Carrie Lam lifted the lid of the casserole and stirred it carefully with a ladle.

"You know, Xiao Jiang is such a worry-free kid!"

"Just thinking about it makes me so happy for Yaoyao!"

Not long after, the doorbell rang.

Carrie Lam quickly took off her apron and draped it over the back of the chair.

"Xiao Jiang is here! Come in, come in!"

"Yaoyao, why didn't you dress Xiaojiang warmly enough? Look how thin this shirt is."

During the meal, Jiang Han was seated at the head of the table.

Lin Yaoyao was pushed to the opposite side.

"Xiao Jiang, try this."

"Son! I've skimmed all the oil off the soup. Try it and see how salty it is."

"Quick! Let's also try braised pork with dried bamboo shoots."

……

Lin Yaoyao waited for a long time with an empty bowl in her hand.

She pouted, looking aggrieved, and asked, "Mom, where's my soup?"

"Serve it yourself, you're not without hands."

Without turning her head, Carrie Lam put another piece of fish on Jiang Han's plate.

It is said that mothers-in-law are enthusiastic about sons-in-law they like.

But Lin Ma's sincerity made Jiang Han feel the love of an elder.

Halfway through the meal, Carrie Lam put down her chopsticks.

"Xiao Jiang, don't go back tonight. The bedding was just aired out the day before yesterday."

Lin Yaoyao was clearly taken aback.

"mom!"

"What 'mother'?! Driving at night is so unsafe!"