If this was the first time Fu Mingyu heard Ruan Sixian say such things, he would have been furious.

If it was the second time, his blood would have rushed to his head.

But now, Fu Mingyu could only sigh, feeling nothing but helplessness.

He turned around silently, went to the table to get scissors, opened the hairy crab, and then cleaned up all the rope packaging on the table.

“Let’s eat.”

Ruan Sixian went to wash her hands and sat down at the table first, while Fu Mingyu went to wash his hands.

Glancing at the food on the table, Ruan Sixian noticed that there was also a small ice pack nearby.

Upon opening it, she found a cream puff inside.

Compared to the steaming hot dishes, in this hot weather, she preferred to have a bite of something sweet.

Moreover, after breaking open the cream puff, the soft cream oozed out, and Ruan Sixian immediately took a big bite.

After finishing the cream puff, she sucked the cream off her fingers while looking for a tissue.

Fu Mingyu happened to come out after washing his hands at this moment.

His gaze fell on Ruan Sixian’s fingers and lower lip, his eyes suddenly darkening a few shades, and he felt a sudden itch in his chest.

“Wipe it.”

He casually handed her a tissue from the cabinet behind him.

Ruan Sixian wiped her fingers, and the two sat down facing each other.

Fu Mingyu didn’t speak, and picked up his chopsticks to eat, while Ruan Sixian took a sip of soup, glanced at Fu Mingyu opposite her, and felt that life was quite magical.

She never dreamed that she would be sitting at the same table with Fu Mingyu, eating peacefully.

However, she hadn’t forgotten the real purpose of letting Fu Mingyu in.

The spoon stirred gently in the bowl, she stared at the dishes in front of her, pondering how to phrase her words.

Fu Mingyu had just said that Zheng You’an was the daughter of his partner company’s boss.

Ruan Sixian knew this, but she didn’t know that Fu Mingyu knew Zheng You’an, and they seemed to have a pretty good relationship.

After all, all she knew about Zheng You’an came from one-sidedly reading her Weibo, without ever having had any real contact with her, not even indirectly.

Ruan Sixian had always known that her feelings toward Zheng You’an were a bit strange.

When she accidentally discovered Zheng You’an’s Weibo, she had even hoped in her heart that she was an exaggerated, pampered rich second generation, spending her days in debauchery, being arrogant and domineering, beautiful on the outside but rotten inside, so that she would feel more balanced.

You abandoned your daughter and went to be someone else’s stepmother, but that child isn’t so great either, not nearly as excellent as me.

But Zheng You’an was not that kind of person at all.

At least from Ruan Sixian’s limited understanding of Weibo, although she spent money freely and liked to show off her luxurious life on social media, Ruan Sixian could also see her complaining about narrowly missing a first-class scholarship, sometimes showing off her award-winning photography works, and even learning from her Weibo that the three dogs and one cat she kept were all rescued.

Ruan Sixian had even watched those cats and dogs gradually transform from poor little things to chubby pets through her Weibo.

This made the dislike Ruan Sixian had for Zheng You’an seem unjustified, making her feel like a petty person lurking in the shadows.

But while she hated her own mindset, she was also curious whether Zheng You’an was really the same in private as she appeared on Weibo, and also curious about what her real relationship with Dong Xian was like.

And Fu Mingyu seemed to be the only line connecting her and Zheng You’an.

“Um…”

Just as Ruan Sixian was about to speak, Fu Mingyu also opened his mouth simultaneously, “You…”

Both were startled for a moment, and Ruan Sixian’s secret little thoughts immediately retreated. She quickly said, “You go first.”

Fu Mingyu said, “Aren’t you finishing your flight assignments next week?”

Ruan Sixian nodded.

A moment later, Ruan Sixian suddenly looked up.

“Is that all?”

Fu Mingyu’s gaze swept over, with a half-smile.

“What else do you want me to say?”

Ruan Sixian:?

Do you think you’re from the Deyun Society, with people always eager to hear you talk?

Ruan Sixian didn’t answer, lowering her head to take a sip of soup.

“What were you going to say just now?”

Fu Mingyu asked.

She had already pulled back her little seedling, but now that Fu Mingyu brought it up again, Ruan Sixian couldn’t hold back.

She pondered for a moment, then slowly opened her mouth: “What do you think of Zheng You’an?”

If Ruan Sixian had looked up at this moment, she would have seen the smile at the corners of Fu Mingyu’s lips disappear, and he even took a deep breath.

“How do you know her name?”

Ruan Sixian picked at her spoon, muttering, “Why do you care how I know?”

“Why are you so concerned about her?”

“Why do you care why I’m concerned about her.”

“…”

Fu Mingyu put down his chopsticks and looked solemnly at Ruan Sixian.

“I’ve already said, she’s just the daughter of my partner company’s boss. Her parents are quite close with my parents, that’s all.”

Both sets of parents are quite close…

Ruan Sixian stirred her spoon with small movements, and asked again, “So what do you think of her?”

A long breath exhaled, Fu Mingyu estimated how many times his patience had multiplied in just a few short months, to explain the same thing three times.

“I’ve known her for less than two years, met her no more than four times, and spoken less than twenty sentences with her. How would I know what she’s like? And what does it matter to me what she’s like?”

Ruan Sixian: “…?”

So after all this, you’re not even close to her.

If you’re not close, fine, but why are you being so harsh?

You came over eagerly to have dinner with me and now I can’t even chat with you?

This is sick.

Ruan Sixian was fuming, put down her spoon, and lost her appetite.

“Forget it if you don’t know.”

Seeing Ruan Sixian like this, Fu Mingyu also lost his appetite. He put down his chopsticks and stared directly at her across the table.

“Ruan Sixian.”

“What?”

“Eat a little more.”

“No appetite.”

Fu Mingyu pressed his tongue against his lower jaw, closed his eyes for a moment, and then said, “What are you still angry about?”

Ruan Sixian was also puzzled: “When was I angry?”

“Go take a mirror and look at how black your face has become.”

Ruan Sixian snorted through her nose, “Haven’t I always been like this? It’s not like you just met me today.”

Fu Mingyu laughed coldly: “So you admit your attitude towards me isn’t good?”

Ruan Sixian turned her face away, not bothering to look at him, “Would I have this attitude if you hadn’t provoked me?”

“When did I provoke you?”

“Look at your tone just now. You’re the one who came to have dinner with me, and now I can’t even speak? What am I, just a side dish for your meal?”

Fu Mingyu raised one hand, forcing himself to compromise, “Fine, stop, let’s say it’s my fault, okay?”

Ruan Sixian: “…?”

It is your fault, what do you mean “let’s say” it’s your fault? Are you feeling wronged?

Fortunately, the doorbell rang at this moment. Ruan Sixian couldn’t be bothered to talk to him anymore and went to open the door without asking who it was.

Her movements were large, and when she opened the door, her expression startled the delivery person.

“I-I’m sorry, my vehicle broke down on the way, I pushed it here, and then I had to register at the security guard’s office for a long time. I’m late, I’m sorry.”

Listen to that, even the delivery person has a better attitude than Fu Mingyu for just a few yuan delivery fee. And he wants to flirt with girls? With that attitude, he can flirt with his ass.

Damn!

Why is she cursing herself? It’s all Fu Mingyu’s fault for making her angry.

Ruan Sixian took the takeout and smiled, “No problem, thank you for your hard work. I’ll give you a good review.”

As she spoke, she casually took a bottle of mineral water from the cabinet beside her, “It’s hot weather, have some water.”

The delivery person accepted the water with pleasant surprise, almost having “grateful beyond words” written on his face, “Thank you, thank you!”

Closing the door, Ruan Sixian turned to see Fu Mingyu still sitting at her table like a lord, looking at her with a sullen face, as if she owed him millions.

Not wanting to face him anymore, Ruan Sixian took the takeout and sat on the sofa, quickly opened it, and started eating with a spoon.

“You’re quite nice to the delivery person.”

“If you went to deliver takeout, I’d be nice to you too. Can’t help it, I resent the rich.”

Fu Mingyu pressed his neck, half-opened his mouth, and exhaled a long breath again.

When he looked at Ruan Sixian again, he found her eating that food which smelled of cheap vegetable oil with relish, while the exquisite dishes in front of him were gradually cooling.

After some time, Fu Mingyu slowly stood up.

Just as he was about to walk towards Ruan Sixian, her phone rang.

Ruan Sixian looked at it, it was Yan An calling.

What business could he have so late at night?

Ruan Sixian held the spoon in one hand and answered the phone with the other.

“Hello, President Yan, is there something?”

Hearing Ruan Sixian’s address, Fu Mingyu’s footsteps paused.

On the other end, Yan An’s voice carried a hint of drunkenness.

“Are you asleep?”

Has he been drinking?

Some men like to call the women they keep thinking about when they drink too much. Didn’t expect that President Yan would also have this sentimental illness.

In such situations, once the conversation starts, it’s easy to give the other person opportunities to overthink, so Ruan Sixian tells a lie, “I’m about to sleep. Is there something?”

Yan An was silent for a moment, then said, “Sigh, I want to talk to you. Can you… come down for a bit? I’m right downstairs.”

Ruan Sixian felt a gaze on her back, turned around and glared, then moved to the corner of the sofa, “I’m sorry, I’m already in bed.”

“Sigh…” Yan An said again, “Then we can talk on the phone for a bit. Actually, about that incident last time, I knew nothing about it. My relationship with my ex-girlfriend is over, and that kind of thing won’t happen again.”

Ruan Sixian rubbed her temples.

Why were two men giving her trouble today? Are all CEOs this free these days?

“President Yan, I thought I already made myself clear on this matter.”

“Sigh…”

“It’s getting late, you should rest early.”

Yan An sighed again

 and paused for a good while before saying, “Then you rest. I won’t disturb you anymore.”

Ruan Sixian hung up the phone without hesitation. Looking up, she saw Fu Mingyu still watching her.

“Yan An?”

Ruan Sixian ignored him and continued eating.

Fu Mingyu wanted to say something, but his phone rang.

It was Bo Yang calling.

He had made time to come out tonight, but still had to return to the company for a meeting in the evening, and it was almost time now.

He walked to Ruan Sixian’s side, picked up his coat, “I have something at the company, I’m leaving.”

“Take care, don’t bother seeing me out.”

This stiff tone made Fu Mingyu feel helpless again. He wanted to say something, but found there was nothing to say.

“Ruan Sixian.”

Ruan Sixian impatiently said, “What now?”

“Takeout isn’t clean, eat less of it.”

Ruan Sixian continued eating with her head down as if she hadn’t heard Fu Mingyu’s words.

It wasn’t until the door closed that her hand paused, and she looked up at the dishes on the table.

Infuriating! If it weren’t for Fu Mingyu’s mischief, how would she be eating claypot rice instead of the food from Xi Xiang Yan?

When Fu Mingyu went downstairs, it was completely dark.

He held his coat, walking extremely fast.

He had been busy all day without rest and made time to have dinner with Ruan Sixian, only to be angered to death by her. He didn’t know what he was hoping for.

But before he walked out of the ground-floor lobby, he saw a familiar figure outside.

Yan An was hunched over, leaning against his car, with a cigarette in his hand.

Although he couldn’t see his expression, his whole body emanated an aura of “I’m very sad, I’m very melancholic.” At first glance, he really had the qualities of a heartbroken person.

Fu Mingyu originally wanted to pretend not to see him and just walk past, but as he stepped down the stairs, his footsteps paused, and he turned back, “Yan An.”

Yan An looked up, saw it was Fu Mingyu, and didn’t want to speak.

Fu Mingyu just turned his head to look at him and said in a deep voice, “She’s already posted on social media implying things about you, yet you’re still pestering her. Don’t you have any backbone?”