Feeling the gaze of two men upon her, Qin Yuji, who was in the middle of dessert, suddenly felt as if she were sitting on pins and needles.
The delicious matcha macaron, of which she'd only had a few bites, became impossible to finish.
Putting down her fork, Qin Yuji turned to Chi Jingxuan and said, "Let's get the check. Senior Ouyang is tired too; let's let him go back to rest early."
He couldn't wait to leave, not wanting to watch another man stare at his woman with such burning eyes.
Chi Jingxuan nodded his head, raised his hand to press the bell, and with a smile towards Ouyang Yan, said, "Mr. Ouyang, this meal was a bit simple. Another day, I'll arrange a banquet just for you to welcome you."
Upon hearing the word "simple," a brief stiffness crossed Ouyang Yan's face.
The door opened, and a waiter came in, "Good evening, sir, is there anything else you need?"
"The bill."
Chi Jingxuan extended his card.
