Prologue.

This sentence seems to have hit Li Yiwei's sore spot hard, and the pink butterfly wings fluttered away from her crystal-like cheeks. She struggled to say, "Why are you asking about this?"

Even the heavens were on her side, and just as a taxi stopped in front of her, she lifted her almost frozen legs and got into the car without hesitation.

Occasionally, I also want to care about my ex-girlfriend. What has she been busy with these days? "Lu Shaojian remained motionless, even when sitting, he resembled a handsome mountain peak.

Oh, didn't you see? Dressing like this, of course I've been to several job interviews. Li Yiwei smiled, her voice carrying a hint of indifference, and said something else.

I thought you had forgotten that I was still sitting across from you.

Lu Shaojian took a deep breath, habitually pursed his lips, and said, "What do you think?"

A black car is parked quietly in the distance, with a warm yellowish light on. The man inside the car has been staring intently, waiting for her. He drives up to her, rolls down the window, and his face darkens: "Are you crazy? It's winter and you're wearing shorts. Do you want to get arthritis?"

Lí Yìwěi awkwardly smiled and said, "I'm really too hungry today."

He stood up and walked away without any grace, taking a few steps before turning back. He leaned down towards her ear with a hint of malicious smile on his lips and said, "By the way, don't tell me you've been wearing ripped stockings all day long?"

Liyiwei really wanted to slap the handsome man who was smiling at her like a gentleman. However, her off-line stockings embarrassed her even more. She held back, said nothing, grabbed her bag and rushed to the bathroom. Lu Shaojian stepped aside slightly, she ran fast, as if a gust of wind had blown past her face. He smiled, stood up straight, turned around and left.

So the only eye-catching thing was the table of the two people.

Lushaojian's smile is peculiar, and the brilliance of the crystal lamp gathers in his eyes, focusing on a very small point and reflecting a fine beam of light. When he speaks, however, he turns to the waiter and says, "The bill, please."

The Baroque decorative style, with its heavy Roman curtains, layers upon layers, conceals the dazzling night scene outside the window like glass; underfoot is a pure handmade wool carpet, stepping on it feels like sinking the soles of the shoes into soft and dense fur, comfortable to the core. In the corner, there are bronze statues with perfect and smooth lines, showing the slightly nervous and tense muscular body of the naked man. In the center of the dining room, there is a pure black marble floor. Occasionally, a beautiful and elegant woman walks by, and the sound of high heels lightly tapping is like the wind brushing against silver bells, filling the room with liveliness. In the corner, there are bronze statues with perfect and smooth lines, showing the slightly nervous and tense muscular body of the naked man. In the center of the dining room, there is a pure black marble floor. Occasionally, a beautiful and elegant woman walks by, and the sound of high heels lightly tapping is like the wind brushing against silver bells, filling the room with liveliness.

Actually, the moment Lushaojian drove the car in front of her, he already regretted it—sure enough, the next second, Li Yiwei's disdainful gaze swept over, no different from seeing a stranger, as if she didn't want to say a word: "Get lost!"

The man, who had been so reserved and silent, finally changed his expression. He coughed lightly, but his gaze was like a unsheathed sword, fiercely piercing the woman sitting across from him. He seemed to want to say something, so Li Yiwei's expression habitually became firm, like an inflated frog. Without hesitation, she said, "I don't want to listen."

Liyiwei turned her head in astonishment and met his gaze. The man's deep and dark pupils were lightly rippling with a sarcastic smile. She didn't have time to adjust her expression and hurriedly lowered her head to look at her own leg. Gradually, her ear turned pink: there was a noticeable scratch on the outside of her flesh-colored stockings on her left leg, with frayed edges, crawling uglily on her leg.

Men like Lu Shaojian are natural masterpieces of the Creator, from appearance to demeanor to eloquence, all are perfect and amazing. With Li Yiwei, they complement each other in appearance. Of course, the waiters in such restaurants are accustomed to such elegant men and graceful women.

Liyiwei finally felt a bit full, threw the spoon, and let out a satisfied sigh: "What's the matter?"

It is already ten o'clock in the cold night. Li Yiwei wrapped his coat tightly and stood by the roadside, trying to hail a taxi.

This is one of the most upscale restaurants in this city.

Liyiwei lowered her head and was spreading butter on the bread. Her hair was neatly and smoothly scattered behind her shoulders. Her small face had light makeup, but whether she wore makeup or not, her skin was extremely clear and fair, like the wings of a butterfly covered with light pink on her cheeks. She was dressed in a decent dark blue suit and a straight skirt, like a white-collar beauty who had just rushed from a business building to a date. The man opposite had already put down his utensils, leaning comfortably on the soft sofa, with bright and clear eyes, a slight smile, and a particularly pleasant voice: "Is that enough?"

Divided by the crystal-encrusted ashtray in the center of the table, the contrast was clear. Before Li Yiwei, the dishes and cups were in disarray, and there were murky yellow sauces left on the high-quality tablecloth, probably just smeared on. On the other hand, in front of Lu Shaojian, the position of the dishes on the plate and the placement by the waiter were almost identical, as if they had never been moved.