Hehe took a deep breath and lowered her head dejectedly. “Ah Che is no longer mine.” Her voice was very soft, but Tang Yiyi could hear it clearly. A trace of pity flashed across his eyes. “Let's go. To celebrate your return, I've booked a seat in Caesar's Palace.”
“I haven't gotten off work yet.”
“Isn't it going to be soon? Speaking of which, what kind of lousy job is this? What's there to get into? If you can't do it, I'll support you.” He pulled her away without giving any explanation.
When the two figures disappeared into the corridor, the voices from the nurses' station rang out again.
Compared to the mockery, disdain, and jealousy from before, there was also a hint of fear. Everyone in the city knew young master Tang's name. Not even the mayor would dare to criticize him.
Hehe had been to Caesar's palace once before. It had been her birthday. Ah Che had pretended not to know and had disappeared since the morning. When she was about to cry from anger, Feifei had hurriedly dragged her to Caesar's palace. In front of the magnificent revolving door, a row of hostesses were singing happy birthday songs in unison.
Ah Che had held an exquisite cake in his hands and walked slowly down the red carpet to meet her. He had looked so handsome.
She remembered that she was crying so hard back then. Ah Che had hugged her and coaxed her for a long time before she recovered.
It turned out that happiness had been so close to her. She had had it, and lost it.
“You said that this is your happy place, but your happy place is really expensive,” Tang Yiyi said, pretending to be relaxed.
Hehe couldn’t help but laugh. Finally, she was amused. “To you, young master Tang, it's just a drop in the bucket.”
“You know your place,” Tang Yiyi responded, smiling as he walked her through the revolving restaurant on the top floor.
The two of them casually found a seat and sat down. Everyone here knew Tang Yiyi, and no one dared to reprimand him.
Their gazes swept past the seats and Xu Hehe was suddenly stunned. She stared unblinkingly at Qi Che and Fu Mengyao, who were sitting in the next booth. The two of them had an intimate aura. Hehe couldn’t tell what they were were talking about, but Fu Mengyao appeared to be in high spirits.
Meanwhile, Qi Che was lightly sipping the red wine in his glass. His eyes were deep, and his expression was focused. From time to time, he would murmur something, making Fu Mengyao smile like a flower blossoming.
Bitterness filled Hehe’s heart.
“Yo! Isn't this our first daughter?” Tang Yiyi exclaimed loudly. In the quiet environment, many people were shocked by his sudden shout.
Xu Hehe smiled helplessly. She really had to give in to him. He was a nouveau riche, yet he had to come to a Western restaurant.
“What brings our number one daughter here? The two of them came here to be romantic?” Tang Yiyi didn't like Fu Mengyao, just like He Feifan didn't like Xu Hehe. He didn't bother to hide it.
“Didn't Che never come here? Of course, you have this expression because of him. It really makes me a little jealous.”
Fu Mengyao looked at the two people who had appeared at the same time, and the corners of her mouth curled up into a smile. Xu Hehe, oh Xu Hehe, you really don't know how to behave, do you? Che didn't want you, so you immediately switched to young master Tang's embrace.
“Young Master Tang, did you really chase after the legendary campus belle?” It was difficult to tell whether she was happy or angry from her playful tone.
Qi Che's fingers, holding his goblet, turned slightly white.
Tang Yiyi chuckled as he answered. “Back then, you and I both hoped that Ah Che and Hehe would break up. Now that the two of them have finally split, our chance has come. Do you want to celebrate?”
Fu Mengyao's smile froze on her face, but she couldn't say anything to refute his remark. What Tang Yiyi had said was the truth. She glanced at Qi Che worriedly, only to see that his expression was still the same as before, as if he wasn't angry. She couldn't help but secretly heave a sigh of relief.
“Since you want to celebrate, why don't we share a table?” Qi Che suggested, with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.
Hehe's expression was awkward, but Tang Yiyi happily moved the two tables together. Hehe and Fu Mengyao sat together on one side, while Qi Che and Tang Yiyi sat opposite.
Their eyes met, and there was an undercurrent of unbearable *******.