Qi Jianyi sighed as she settled into her seat, her earlier attempt to escape He Zeqing having ended in failure. Instead of learning how to ride with Song Chengfeng, she had been coerced into learning from He Zeqing.
Now that they had finished, He Zeqing insisted on pulling her along for dinner, determined to keep Song Chengfeng at bay and prevent any further interaction between his cousin and his friend.
But Song Chengfeng, as He Zeqing quickly realised, was not so easily dissuaded. No amount of pointed glances or subtle hints could move the man, whose thick skin allowed him to casually ignore He Zeqing's obvious intentions.
"Tomorrow is your grandpa Qi's birthday. Are you going?" He Zeqing asked, offering a bowl of soup to Qi Jianyi.
Taking the bowl, she hesitated, her voice uncertain. "Maybe?"
