After saying that, Fu Hanjiang also realized it wasn't appropriate, his gaze shifting uncomfortably.
But he wasn't used to backing down in front of Sheng Xiangsi.
Words spoken couldn't be taken back.
Fu Hanjiang remained stubborn, "So, do you want to eat or not?"
Was he getting impatient? Sheng Xiangsi was willing to comply, but she didn't want to be a bother.
So she nodded, "Yes, I want to eat."
Fu Hanjiang's lips curved slightly, his tone softened, "What filling do you want?"
"Anything is fine."
Since she couldn't get what she wanted, everything else would be the same—just something Fu Hanjiang imposed on her.
"Alright." Fu Hanjiang raised an eyebrow, "I'll go buy, wait here."
Sheng Xiangsi nodded and found a seat to sit down.
After waiting for a while, Fu Hanjiang came over with a plate. This time, he didn't pack them, but brought the steamer basket along.
"Eat while it's hot."
"Okay."
Sheng Xiangsi poured some vinegar onto the plate and casually asked, "What filling is it?"
"You said anything is fine, so I didn't ask. I let them choose randomly."
"Alright."
Sheng Xiangsi picked up one with her chopsticks and put it in her mouth. Suddenly, she furrowed her brows.
"What's wrong?" Fu Hanjiang noticed, "Doesn't taste good?"
"No..." Sheng Xiangsi forced a smile, "It's a bit hot, I burned my tongue."
"Oh."
Fu Hanjiang didn't ask further and took one himself, taking a bite. "Hmm... it's coriander beef filling, tastes pretty good."
He asked Sheng Xiangsi again, "Do you like it?"
Sheng Xiangsi struggled to swallow the mouthful, "Yes, I like it..."
Like it?
Certainly not.
Not only did she not like it, she actually hated it.
She had known Fu Hanjiang for almost ten years and had been eating at the same table with him for five years. But he didn't know that she disliked coriander.
Fu Hanjiang, oh Fu Hanjiang, paid so little attention to those he didn't care for...
It wasn't his fault; he had no obligation to pay attention to her.
So, even though it was hard to swallow, Sheng Xiangsi endured the discomfort and ate one.
Then she put down her chopsticks.
"Why aren't you eating?" Fu Hanjiang looked at her in surprise, "Are you full?"
"Yes." Sheng Xiangsi wiped her mouth with a tissue, "I'm full."
"Are you kidding?" Fu Hanjiang's eyes narrowed, his tone indifferent, "Is this all you can eat with your appetite?"
"Yes."
Sheng Xiangsi nodded, "I've received your gratitude gift, thank you. I really like it."
Like it?
Fu Hanjiang's eyes flashed with flames. Was this what she called liking?
"You don't owe me anything."
With that, Sheng Xiangsi picked up her bag, "I'm leaving..."
Suddenly remembering something, she asked, "When are you free? Grandma's surgery is over, let's get the divorce certificate as soon as possible."
"No time!"
Fu Hanjiang was angered by her attitude and looked at the uneaten steamed buns on the table.
"Are you too busy? Can't wait?"
"Not really."
Sheng Xiangsi shook her head, not understanding why he was upset. She stood up, "Then I'll leave first, take your time."
Before Fu Hanjiang could say anything else, she left with her bag.
Fu Hanjiang sat there, feeling a lump in his chest that wouldn't come out.
What did she mean? Was she dissatisfied? After being abroad for several years, she had become quite skilled at making people angry!
...
In the evening, she had to perform on stage, so Sheng Xiangsi took a nap during the day and arrived at Mi Se early to prepare.
Tonight, she was going to dance to a traditional tune.
Manager Wu had prepared a gorgeous costume for her, made of soft and elegant chiffon.
After changing into the costume, she started doing her makeup.
Manager Wu walked in.
"Manager Wu." Sheng Xiangsi stood up.
"Sit!" Manager Wu waved her hand, smiling, "You do your makeup, I'll talk, you listen."
"Okay."
Manager Wu wanted to discuss future matters.
"In a couple of days, I plan to start the 'Toasting' project."
"Toasting project?"
"Yes."
The so-called toasting project was just a gimmick. Since it was a dance club, there would naturally be dance battles. This project was Mi Se's competition for the position of dance queen.
Guests could vote and bet on their favorite dancers.
Among them, there were bound to be multiple guests betting on the same dancer.
Then, the reward would be that the guest who bet the highest on the winning dancer would get the "privilege" of being personally toasted by the dance queen.
Sheng Xiangsi understood, but she wasn't sure, "Is it feasible?"
"Don't worry."
Manager Wu was experienced, "The people who come here just want to spend money to have fun, they love this kind of entertainment."
He made it clear, "There's no need to doubt, you will definitely be the dance queen. When the time comes, you will have to toast, so I'm telling you in advance to prepare yourself. Is that okay?"
"No problem."
Sheng Xiangsi smiled and nodded.
Since she was at Mi Se, she had to be prepared for this.
"That's good."
Manager Wu was relieved, "Then prepare well, I'll go out."
"Thank you."
Outside.
In the VIP area facing the stage, it was the same booth as last time, and even the people coming were the same. Fu Hanjiang was still there, along with Zhou Jinting, Qin Yanzhi, and his cousin Zhong Pei.
Fu Hanjiang wasn't in high spirits tonight; he hadn't spoken a word since he sat down.
"What's wrong?" Zhou Jinting noticed, "You don't seem too happy?"
"Yeah." Fu Hanjiang nodded, unusually not denying it.
Indeed, he wasn't too happy; his mind was filled with thoughts of Sheng Xiangsi and her assorted buns...
"Oh." Qin Yanzhi exclaimed, "Who's making our Second Master Fu unhappy? Tell us, let's cheer up."
Tsk.
Fu Hanjiang chuckled, asking them, "What do girls usually like?"
What happened in the morning was indeed his fault.
He promised Sheng Xiangsi but didn't deliver.
The buns were a small matter, but breaking his word was a bigger issue.
But when she left, it was clear she was unhappy. Taking her to Xiji Jin again wouldn't be meaningful.
Thinking about it, it might be better to give her some other token of gratitude?
However, he didn't know what she liked.
After racking his brain all day, he couldn't recall any of her preferences. If he had to say, it would be—himself?
But he couldn't give himself to her.
So, he decided to seek help from his brothers.
"Girls?"
"Girls?"
Zhou Jinting and Qin Yanzhi spoke simultaneously.
"Tsk." Zhou Jinting sneered, "Yao Leyi likes what? You're asking us?"
"That's right." Qin Yanzhi agreed, "You should know her preferences the best, from childhood to adulthood, haven't you given her enough gifts?"
Fu Hanjiang felt a headache coming on, "It's not her."
"Impossible!"
Both of them exclaimed in unison again.
"Isn't it annoying?" Fu Hanjiang glanced at them sideways.
Judging by his appearance, it seemed true.
"Oh." Zhou Jinting leaned in, "Second Master Fu is finally letting go of the past and starting a new chapter?"
"Not really."
Fu Hanjiang regretted, "I shouldn't have asked you guys..."
However, Qin Yanzhi gave a serious answer, "Well, girls generally like similar things: clothes, jewelry, bags. You can't go wrong with those."
Just like that?
Not very creative, he had thought about it too.
"Alright." Fu Hanjiang nodded, deciding not to bother with it anymore.
"Bro, look, it's S!"
Suddenly, Zhong Pei, who hadn't spoken a word, pointed to the stage with excitement in his eyes.
"S? Who's S?"
The other brothers didn't understand his meaning, looking puzzled.
"It's that masked girl!"