Now, she held herself with confidence due to Shi Che's favor and naturally didn't fear his brooding expression. She lifted her charming smile and slowly leaned toward Shi Che. Placing a hand on his shoulder, she bent forward, her red lips almost brushing against his cheek, her breath fragrant, her voice soft as water, and she spoke word by word, "President Shi, what's wrong? Not happy? Do you want Rourou to cheer you up?"
Her surname was Zheng; given her name, Rourou, her nature was even softer. Her figure was like a water snake, once she leaned in, it stuck.
Shi Che felt the lingering scent of her perfume enveloping him, a top-quality fragrance, subtly enticing, captivating the mind.
Yet Shi Che's expression grew colder, dark eyes swirling with dim light, chillingly oppressive. He casually turned his face aside, his voice indifferent, betraying no emotion, "Take your hand away and sit properly."
Zheng Rourou believed Shi Che was merely putting on airs. She persistently leaned closer, her voice sweet and coy, "President Shi, don't be so serious~ Annoying~"
Shi Che's lips twitched, forming a lukewarm smile. He lazily raised his eyes, looking at the beautiful face so close to his, his thin lips parted as he articulated each word, "Either take your hand away and sit properly, or get out immediately."
Shi Che's voice wasn't loud, and his tone was indifferent. Yet, such a sentence carried immense authority, stunning Zheng Rourou into a stiff smile. Her hand retracted abruptly, not daring to utter another word.
Shi Che nonchalantly brushed off the spot on his shoulder Zheng Rourou had touched, sitting with an expressionless face.
Zheng Rourou returned to her seat, biting her lower lip somewhat aggrievedly, her big eyes welling up but not crying, looking at Shi Che with a pitiful expression. Unfortunately, Shi Che didn't even glance at her.
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Ling Chuxia and Ji Xinxin returned to the second floor. Noting Ji Xinxin's displeased expression, Ling Chuxia casually found a cafe on the second floor, pulled Ji Xinxin inside, and sat down.
The waiter approached, handed them the menus, and smiled, asking, "What would you like to order?"
Ling Chuxia took the menu without looking, directly handing it to Ji Xinxin, speaking gently, "Xinxin, what would you like to drink?"
Ji Xinxin didn't even glance at the menu, glaring at her coldly, her tone unmasking her anger, "Ling Chuxia, you can still eat right now? Doesn't it make you uneasy?"
Ling Chuxia knew that Ji Xinxin's anger was fuming inside her, burning, not subsiding for the moment. She simply didn't consult Ji Xinxin's opinion, glanced at the menu herself, ordered a drink suited to Ji Xinxin's taste, and a cup of warm water for herself.
She handed the menu back to the waiter, who nodded and turned away. She looked back at Ji Xinxin, whose exquisitely beautiful face showed unrestrained fury. She slightly curled her lips, smiling, "Xinxin, don't be angry, calm down, anger isn't pretty."