Tang Yiyi took the menu and ordered the most expensive dishes. Hehe raised her eyebrows as she watched from her side. Clearly he was venting his anger.
“Four bottles of '82 Presidential Love, thank you!” Tang Yiyi passed the menu to the waiter and spoke without hesitation.
“Four bottles?” The waiter seemed shocked.
“Yes! It's President Qi's treat. If you can't finish it, I'll pack it up.” Tang Yiyi smiled shamelessly.
Hehe lowered her head, wishing she could drag him away. She was not as thick-skinned as he was. The '82 Presidential Love was expensive. He actually ordered four bottles, to be packed?
She couldn’t stand it anymore, kicking Tang Yiyi a few times under the table to remind him to stop. He gave no response however, his annoying smile remaining perfectly in place.
"Hehe, congratulations on your relationship with young master Tang.” Fu Mengyao raised her glass, and a provocative smile hung on her lips.
Xu Hehe held her glass of orange juice with an indifferent expression. “Miss Fu, you misunderstood. Young Master Tang and I have always been very good friends.”
“Is that so?” Mengyao raised an eyebrow, and it was obvious that she did not believe her.
Hehe pursed her red lips and nodded gently. Her long hair fell slightly in front of her face, drawing the eye, and making her appear even more beautiful for a moment.
The eyes of the two men in front of her instantly darkened. Qi Che impatiently lit a cigarette and took a drag.
Fu Mengyao's eyes were filled with hatred. Xu Hehe had relied on this fox-like charm to seduce one man after another. Sooner or later, someone would scratch her pretty face.
The waiters served one dish after another. Filet mignon, black truffle foie gras, and fragrant vanilla baked snails. There were a variety of dishes, and before long they filled the entire dining table. It did not seem like they were eating western food. Instead, they looked like they were having a Han Dynasty feast.
The scattered guests around all cast curious and disdainful gazes. Even a rich person wouldn't eat western food like this.
“According to me, this is how it should be.” Drinking the red wine in his glass, Tang Yiyi was very satisfied with his masterpiece.
Fu Mengyao had a depressed look on her face. As the number one daughter in the city, if today's events were to be spread out, she would definitely lose face.
Qi Che's expression was still the same as before. From the beginning to the end, he hadn't even looked at Hehe. He was even elegantly tasting the steak in front of him. The medium-rare taste was fresh, tender, and juicy. It was very much to his liking.
“Hehe, your favorite Boston prawns.” Tang Yiyi offered them to her courteously, acting as if he was the host.
Hehe felt that she would definitely suffocate to death if she had to stay at the table. She kicked him again, hard, before standing up and addressing the others. “Enjoy your meal, everyone. I have something to attend to. I'll take my leave first.”
Without waiting for their acknowledgment, she picked up his bag and left. Tang Yiyi threw down the knife and fork in his hands and hurriedly followed after her, a bottle of red wine in each of his hands.
“Young Master Tang still likes to play tricks,” Fu Mengyao teased.
Qi Che put down his knife and fork and raised his head to look at Fu Mengyao. “Are you full?”
“Yes!” Fu Mengyao hesitated for a moment. “What about Chu Qing?”
“Let her continue working tomorrow, but remind her to keep her head when she acts in the future.”
“Che, I love you.” Fu Mengyao happily gave him a kiss and said softly in his ear, “Che, I'll go to your place tonight!”
“I still have something to do tonight, so forget it. I've arranged for someone to send you back.” Qi Che pushed the chair away and left without a backward glance.
Fu Mengyao was left alone, gritting her teeth. Although Che still gave her whatever she wanted, she knew that he was becoming more and more impatient with her. If she didn't do something, she might really lose this war.