Zhan Beijue completely lost the mood to have dinner with Gong Beibei.
Since the other friends had already left, and Xu Yanchuan had also left, it didn't matter if he wasn't there.
He said to Gong Beibei, "I'll treat you to dinner another day when we have time. I really can't today, I'll take you home first."
"??"
"No need. Since you're so busy, I'll just take a taxi back myself."
Gong Beibei was furious, saying polite words to him sarcastically. Unexpectedly, Zhan Beijue, as if he didn't understand, readily agreed.
"Alright. Be careful on your own." He immediately pulled the car over to the side of the road.
Getting out of the car and watching the retreating car, Gong Beibei almost vomited blood.
While kicking her high heels hard against the curb, she called Xu Yanchuan.
"Xu Yanchuan, what do you mean? Why did you abandon me and slip away?"
"You know I finally had a chance to be alone with him, couldn't you have stayed and put in a good word for me?"
Xu Yanchuan felt quite speechless.
"Big sister, you're not so ugly that you can't get married, why are you chasing him so desperately?"
"Although Zhan Beijue has some money and looks good, he's really not suitable as a boyfriend. I'm helping you, helping you stay away from the fire, understand?"
"Who wants to escape the fire? Don't you dare talk nonsense! I don't care, I just like him, and I'm going to chase him!"
Gong Beibei acted spoiled on the phone with Xu Yanchuan.
"Consider this a favor you owe me today. You let him go, now you have to think of a way to call him back."
"I don't care, Xu Yanchuan. From today on, I'm going to seriously chase Zhan Beijue, and you must help me. Hurry, think of a way to call him back!"
"..."
The man clearly doesn't like you, and you're still chasing after him. Does Gong Beibei have a screw loose, or are all the men in Nancheng dead?
Xu Yanchuan rubbed his forehead.
"What's so great about him? He has no emotional intelligence, and it's obvious he won't cherish women. There are so many men in Nancheng, why must it be him?"
Gong Beibei retorted, "If you could understand, you'd know that I like you right now."
"It doesn't matter what I like about him, I just like him. I don't care, consider it your promise, come over quickly, I'm still on the road, treat me to a meal!"
Gong Beibei and Xu Yanchuan had lived in Northern Europe for a few years. The Chinese community wasn't large, and since they were alumni in high school, their relationship naturally became deeper than that of ordinary people.
Xu Yanchuan was a gentleman who enjoyed making friends and joking with beautiful women, so he naturally didn't take Gong Beibei's playful words to heart.
Soon, he returned to the art center.
Jiang Nanfang was still busy.
The scorching sun baked the earth, and the number of fans seemed to have not decreased at all.
Seeing her buried in her work, signing one signature after another, Xu Yanchuan suddenly remembered something.
No wonder this woman looked familiar; they had indeed met before.
That was two years ago.
At a resort in Germany, one evening, Xu Yanchuan, after a few drinks, was driving his convertible for a spin.
While driving, he was playing with his phone and almost hit Jiang Nanfang who was walking from the intersection.
Because he was driving too fast and no accident occurred, Xu Yanchuan didn't stop.
He glanced back at Jiang Nanfang and sped away.
Then, during dinner that night, he made a big blunder.
In the crowded restaurant, Jiang Nanfang proactively approached him.
She was very bold, sitting on his lap, talking and touching him all over.
Xu Yanchuan thought his road trip's luck had arrived and was preparing to take her away. However, when he stood up.
His pants fell to the floor from his waist.
This woman, who always sought revenge, had secretly cut his belt at some point.
Xu Yanchuan was so embarrassed that he would never forget that incident in his life.
So she was a comic artist.
He didn't expect to meet her again today.
It seemed like fate was giving him a chance to get revenge for the incident two years ago.
Feeling a surge of joy, Xu Yanchuan slowly ambled over to the plastic canopy.
Glancing at Jiang Nanfang's phone on the table, he began chatting with the staff.
He said he was in film and television investment and was very interested in comics, asking who to talk to if he wanted to buy the copyright.
The staff member saw his business card and realized it was a big deal, quickly saying, "You can talk to me. How about we find a place to sit down?"
"Sure."
He stealthily pocketed Jiang Nanfang's phone.
Following the staff member out to the parking lot, as he was about to get into his car, Xu Yanchuan pretended to take a call.
"I'm sorry, I have an urgent matter today. Give me your business card. I'll contact you another day when I have time."
Gong Beibei was still depressed on the road alone.
He had no face to return to the Zhan family so early, nor did he want to.
While cursing Zhan Beijue for being heartless and Xu Yanchuan for being unrighteous, Xu Yanchuan returned again.
The two of them went to eat at Qianjiangyu.
Gong Beibei was dejected and poured out her troubles to him.
They ate and chatted, passing time until four in the afternoon, but Gong Beibei still didn't want to leave.
"Let's go. Let's go sing. I don't want to go home. I'm so bored spending my days from sunrise to sunset doing nothing with an old aunt. Accompany me, come sing with me."
Xu Yanchuan teased her, "Living with your beloved A'Jue, seeing him every day when you get off work, how great is that? And you still feel depressed?"
"Stop teasing me," Gong Beibei drank one glass of beer after another.
"You know my situation. There's such a huge black hole at home to fill. There's no other way but to marry Zhan Beijue."
"Although Zhan Beijue is cold, he's not like this only to me, he's like this to all women."
"A'chuan, don't you think this is a good trait?"
Indeed.
If a man isn't interested in women, he naturally won't go around flirting.
In this regard, Zhan Beijue indeed had a good trait.
"Fine. As long as you think it's good. I won't say anything more. Tell me, how do you want me to help you?"
Gong Beibei picked up a can of beer, guzzled it down, and threw her phone to him.
"Call him and say I'm drunk and crying and insisting that I can't touch her, and that you must come and pick her up."
"...What if he doesn't come?"
"Are you an idiot? Can't you think of a way to make sure he comes?"
Xu Yanchuan agreed.
But as a condition, he said to Gong Beibei, "You also promise me one thing."
"What?"
"When the owner of this phone calls later, say you found the phone. Ask her to come and get it, and by the way, invite her to stay for a while."
"Where did you find the phone? Didn't you say you were going to get contact information from the comic artist?"
Xu Yanchuan: "You don't need to worry about that. Can you agree? If you agree, I'll call Zhan Beijue for you."
To see Zhan Beijue, Gong Beibei would agree to anything.
Xu Yanchuan asked her to dial the number and pretend to be drunk, slurring her words.
"A'Jue, Beibei is drunk and crying, saying she can't touch her and insisting you come, hurry and come pick her up."
"And bring some clothes. I'm too dirty to go out. If you don't come, she'll have to stay here tonight."