George chuckled. "Did I strike a chord? So, what's this about you and Fei Chuan? Are the rumors true?" He handed his order to the waiter, then turned to Bei Sangyun, refusing to let her avoid the topic. "It's all over the world—that you and he are an item."
"If we were an item, I wouldn't be here eating with you," Bei Sangyun replied.
George's eyes sparkled. This was getting more interesting. It seemed there was more to the story. "I see. So my existence is to dispel that rumor, huh?"
"Glad you've got your wits about you."
"You always have something to say. Our vibe seems to match. Want to be my girlfriend?"
Bei Sangyun glanced at him, her eyes cold. "No." Her patience with him extended only to the duration of lunch and a brief walk where the paparazzi could see them.
