mijobooks Chapter 78: I'm Not Willing to Accept It
Chapter 78: I'm Not Willing to Accept It
Looking at the scene before him, Zhou Minghui saw that the ice in the two Starbucks coffee cups in his hand had almost melted.
The water droplets that had condensed on the glass began to trickle down my fingers, and my wrist was soaked with ice water.
He couldn't understand why things weren't as he had imagined.
Especially when Su Qianqian was drinking her beverage, she didn't even glance at him.
Zhou Minghui bought the new Starbucks drink, which costs thirty-five yuan a cup. This is something that only people in high society should drink.
As a result, Su Qianqian didn't even lift her eyelids after seeing it, completely ignoring it.
The lemon tea that this man suddenly appeared bought cost at most three yuan a cup.
Su Qianqian not only drank several sips, but also thanked him.
The difference is just too big!
Not reconciled!
He is not reconciled!
Zhou Minghui slowly clenched his teeth, walked to the trash can, and threw the two untouched cups of coffee he was holding into it.
……
The sauerkraut fish restaurant is located next to the atrium on the third floor of the mall. It has a transparent glass exterior and a row of plastic stools for waiting at the entrance.
Lin Bei led the three of them inside, and the waiter led them to a four-person booth by the window.
Song Qingning plopped down in a seat against the wall and pulled Lin Bei to sit next to her.
Su Qianqian sat in the window seat opposite her, and Wu Xiaoxun naturally sat down next to her, placing her handbag behind her.
Lin Bei placed the menu in the middle of the table: "Let's order, see what you want to eat!"
Song Qingning first took it, hooked it twice, and handed it to Su Qianqian.
Su Qianqian prepared a stir-fried vegetable dish and handed it to Wu Xiaoxun.
Wu Xiaoxun took the menu, flipped through it, and selected a brown sugar glutinous rice cake.
The menu went around in circles and ended up back in Lin Bei's hands.
He glanced at the dishes the three had ordered, then waved to the waiter: "Add a dish of pickled fish and a serving of Sichuan-style chicken to these dishes."
Then close the menu and return it to the waiter.
The waiter took the menu from the four of them, smiled and nodded, then turned and left.
at the same time.
Zhou Minghui lingered outside the store.
He didn't go into the store, but instead stood by a pillar in the corridor diagonally opposite the sauerkraut fish restaurant.
He had one hand in his pocket and the other holding his phone to his ear, his lips moving occasionally.
It looks like he's on the phone.
But Zhou Minghui's gaze remained fixed on the four-person booth by the window, through the glass exterior wall.
He wanted to figure out what was so special about this kid in the T-shirt.
Just now, Zhou Minghui had mentally assessed Lin Bei from head to toe.
He was wearing a regular T-shirt, the brand of which was unreadable, along with jeans and canvas shoes.
The total value of his entire outfit was less than two hundred yuan, which was less than a fraction of the price of his tie.
Although he's fairly handsome, it's mainly his hairstyle that makes him stand out.
There are tons of guys like him around.
Why would Su Qianqian smile at him?
And why is it that the girl with the long legs not only drinks the beverage he bought, but also gets very intimate with him?
Finally, why is there a cute girl with pigtails next to him?
He, Zhou Minghui, drove a Porsche, wore a custom-made suit, and sported a Vacheron Constantin watch.
It's the perfect look of a successful person.
As a result, after following Su Qianqian around for a whole morning, he didn't even get a proper look at her.
The moment that guy sat down, three girls surrounded him.
Not reconciled!
I'm so unwilling to accept this!
……
When the pickled fish was served, the broth in the copper pot was still bubbling away.
The aroma of pickled cabbage, mixed with the numbing sensation of Sichuan peppercorns, began to permeate the air.
Song Qingning was the first to pick up her chopsticks.
She picked up a piece of fish and put it in her mouth, but was scalded and gasped. She quickly picked up her lemon tea, took a big gulp, and fanned her tongue with her hand.
"hiss!"
"It's so hot! It's so hot!"
Lin Bei glanced at her and sighed helplessly, "Blow on it before you eat it. No one's going to take it from you."
Wu Xiaoxun stood up, picked up the empty bowl in front of Lin Bei, scooped a full bowl of sauerkraut fish soup with a soup spoon, and gently placed it in front of him.
A few slices of pickled cabbage and two peppercorns floated on the soup noodles.
"Brother Lin Bei, try the soup first. I heard that the pickled cabbage here is homemade and fresher than the ones outside."
Song Qingning looked at the bowl of soup, swallowed the fish slice in her mouth, and gently tapped the rim of the bowl with her chopsticks.
She stood up, picked up a piece of fish maw from her own bowl—the tenderest part she had just tasted—and put it into Lin Bei's bowl.
"This piece is tender and has few bones, you should try it."
Seeing this scene reminded Su Qianqian of the time they had eaten together earlier.
She put down her teacup, picked up the serving spoon on the table, and scooped a spoonful of fish balls from the pot.
Then, with a casual gesture, he placed it into Lin Bei's bowl.
Su Qianqian didn't say a word and continued to drink her tea.
Wu Xiaoxun tilted her head, looked at the bowls piled up like a small mountain in front of Lin Bei, and blinked.
Lin Bei looked down at the bowl, said nothing, picked up the bowl and ate in silence.
Song Qingning picked up her lemon tea, took a sip, put down the cup, and looked up at Su Qianqian, asking, "Who was that tagalong just now?"
Su Qianqian put down her chopsticks and wiped her mouth with a napkin: "Zhou Minghui, the son of my father's business partner."
"He and his dad visited my house once last year, and since then they've been sending text messages and making phone calls."
"Things calmed down for six months during the college entrance exam period, but now it's happening again."
"Then why didn't you just call the police?" Song Qingning frowned. "Stalking and harassment can be investigated."
"It's useless." Su Qianqian picked up her teacup, took a sip, and said calmly:
"He didn't take any real action; he just followed us without lifting a finger or threatening us. Calling the police only resulted in a few words of mediation before they released him. It was pretty useless."
Wu Xiaoxun interjected, "I've seen this kind of person before."
"There used to be a guy in my dad's factory who wanted to woo the factory's most beautiful girl but couldn't, so he would loiter around the factory gate every day."
"Later, my dad called security guards and kicked him out, and he never came back."
"Should we call the mall security?"
Song Qingning put down her chopsticks: "Yes, call security."
Su Qianqian shook her head: "No need, just ignore him."
Lin Bei didn't participate in this topic at all.
He picked out the fish balls from the bowl one by one and ate them all. Then he filled another half bowl with rice and ate it with the pickled cabbage soup.
However, Lin Bei had already compared Zhou Minghui and Chen Junrong in his mind.
Chen Junrong is the son of a nouveau riche. He has some spare money, but he is naive and easily frightened when someone presents evidence against him. He believes that surveillance footage and calling the police can solve the problem.
Zhou Minghui is different.
His father was Su Maoyuan's business partner.
The fact that they've been able to cooperate with the Su Group for so many years shows that their wealth and methods are far beyond what Chen Junrong's family, or even a newly rich family that just got a house demolished, can compare to.
This kind of person won't use a stick to block someone; if they want to harm someone, they'll use more covert methods.
Lin Bei finished the last bite of rice and began to recall his memories of the Zhou family from his previous life.
……
Zhou Minghui stood in the corridor for almost an hour.
During the break between the four of them eating, he went to the imported supermarket on the basement floor of the mall and bought a bag full of high-end snacks.
Belgian chocolate gift box, Japanese Shiroi Koibito cookies, and imported French fruit gummies—all the most expensive items.
Zhou Minghui had made up his mind. He would go up to Su Qianqian as soon as she came out and hand her the snacks.
He told her he had just bought it and thought it would be a good way for her to replenish her energy after shopping.
You can't hit a smiling face, so you can't expect someone to refuse a gift, right?