Extreme Pampering-Chapter 81 - Shes allergic to seafood
Chapter 81: Chapter 81 She’s allergic to seafood.
Chapter 81: Chapter 81 She’s allergic to seafood.
The appetizers were served, and everyone at the table was chatting about the fashion show tonight. Since Pei Yu was not in his seat, the conversation was much more casual, but somehow, someone brought up Shen Zhiyi.
“Miss Shen looks familiar,” said the man with a smile, then changing his tone, “Does Miss Shen know Chairman Pei?”
Whoever asked the question seemed to have a purpose in mind, successfully drawing everyone’s attention. To those unaware, the question was puzzling.
Shen Zhiyi didn’t look up and, after a very brief pause, replied without emotion, “I don’t know him.”
Her relationship with Pei Yu was even more covert than that of an ordinary couple; breaking up meant leaving the past behind, turning into strangers from then on.
The door to the smoking room opened, and Qin Fang happened to hear her reply. He paused mid-step and turned to look at Pei Yu.
Pei Yu flicked the corner of his shirt as if he hadn’t heard, his expression giving nothing away.
Qin Fang, at the very least, breathed a sigh of relief, believing what Pei Yu had said earlier.
Since Shen Zhiyi claimed she didn’t know Pei Yu, Qin Fang didn’t show any sign of knowing her either. However, this act of pretense didn’t suit him. He felt uncomfortable sitting there, especially since he couldn’t help observing her and Pei Yu. In the end, he seemed to be the only one feeling uneasy, which was strange.
Those uninformed might think he was the one with a past with Shen Zhiyi.
Dishes continued to be served, and being in a coastal city, there was an abundance of seafood. Meng Qiming, being a local, eagerly played the perfect host to everyone.
“The way our city cooks seafood is quite unique and definitely worth trying. The chef we have today is an old friend of my grandfather’s and has retired from cooking publicly. It would be hard to taste his dishes again in the future.”
They ate and chatted, keeping the conversation within bounds. The man who had previously questioned Shen Zhiyi didn’t ask any similar questions again, focusing instead on chatting with his companions and occasionally speaking to Qin Fang, with whom he seemed quite familiar.
Suddenly, Shen Zhiyi remembered seeing this man at Qin Xiaoran’s birthday party.
No wonder he had asked such a question.
Her answer, combined with Pei Yu’s attitude, had made the nature of their current relationship clear for all to see.
Struggling to eat, Shen Zhiyi took a sip of the thick soup and received a message from Wang Feifei, asking if she had networked with Meng Qiming. She was currently just a regional spokesperson for CN, but Wang Feifei was interested in continuing the collaboration with CN.
She replied to the message. Wang Feifei, not knowing that she was at dinner, habitually made a phone call, prompting her to leave the private room to find a quiet spot to talk.
The hall was filled with the melodious sound of the piano. Wang Feifei got straight to the point, asking, “How many words did you exchange with Meng Qiming?”
Shen Zhiyi silently counted, then told her, “Five words.”
This included the greetings.
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Wang Feifei laughed helplessly, “Try to bring up more topics, there’s no harm in getting on good terms with Meng Qiming. No need to feel burdened, just make a friend. He’s actually a nice guy.”
Meng Qiming was indeed quite nice, polite and adept at sparking conversation, so there was never an awkward silence. But Shen Zhiyi really wasn’t in the mood to chat with him then and softened her voice, “I’m a bit tired today.”
“Haven’t gotten over the jet lag?”
Wang Feifei, unaware that it had only been half a month since her artist had to dine with Pei Yu again, had put her career first and forgotten about it, focusing solely on the future, “Alright then, no pressure, have a good rest today.”
While Shen Zhiyi was out taking the call, Pei Yu asked for the menu and made a few marks on it.
Qin Fang, who was close by, glanced unintentionally, “You crossed out those seafood dishes?”
Meng Qiming wasn’t boasting; the local seafood really did taste good, with a strong freshness, so he was a bit surprised to see Pei Yu swap those dishes for others.
“Yeah.”
Pei Yu nodded slightly, passing the menu to the waiter, “Serve the dishes to the seat on the right later.”
Glancing at the several seats to the right, Qin Fang’s eyelids twitched twice as he stared intently at Pei Yu, “What’s going on?”
He hadn’t eaten much, just a few drinks, but he wasn’t drunk yet. The alcohol just tinted the corners of his eyes with a light flush. Pei Yu unbuttoned a few buttons at his collar, revealing a patch of his pale, cold skin.
He sipped his drink, his lips glistening with moisture, and said faintly, “She’s allergic to seafood.”
Qin Fang: “…”
Is this what you call “not too fond of her”?!
“Brother Pei,” Qin Fang really couldn’t hold back, “snap out of it, you two have already broken up.”
Look at Shen Zhiyi, treating him like a complete stranger without a care in the world. Why is it that Pei Yu, who should be the most nonchalant, is the one acting confused?
“I am very clear-headed,” Pei Yu glanced at Qin Fang expressionlessly, his fingers caressing the cold glass, and chuckled silently, “If I weren’t clear-headed—”
If he weren’t clear-headed, he wouldn’t be sitting here.
He didn’t say the rest, and Qin Fang couldn’t guess what it was. He just felt frustrated. With the tragedy of his family’s young girl’s unrequited love at heart, and having witnessed so many absurd love affairs of adults since childhood, love to him was nothing more than a pastime. It was foolish to be too engrossed in it; he believed Pei Yu understood this as well. Someone who should have been at ease was now like this…
“Don’t worry about me,”
Pei Yu could tell what Qin Fang was thinking and pushed the untouched glass of wine towards him, his words laced with proud coldness, “I know what to do.”
Half a month is not enough, but what about half a year? Or one or two years?
The blood of the Pei family flowed through his veins; the bad quality should be the same.
Shen Zhiyi returned after finishing her phone call, and the newly ordered dishes had been brought over, landing right in front of her. As soon as she confirmed that the dishes had nothing to do with seafood, she breathed a sigh of relief.
There had been too many seafood dishes in the first half, and she hardly touched her chopsticks, thinking she would need to wait and have a late-night meal later.
Noticing she hadn’t touched the seafood, Meng Qiming, seated beside her, asked in a low voice, “Don’t like the taste?”
“No,”
He was the host and had previously enthusiastically recommended the local dishes; not clarifying would be quite offensive. Shen Zhiyi spoke softly, “I’m allergic to seafood.”
Meng Qiming was taken aback and apologized, “I didn’t know. Shall I order a few more dishes for you?”
He had asked the guests about food preferences before preparing the menu, but Shen Zhiyi had been an impromptu invite, and he forgot to double-check with her, an oversight on his part.
“No need,” Shen Zhiyi quickly declined, “These are enough for now.”
Meng Qiming, considerate and gentle, urged, “It’s alright, we can add a few dishes you like.”
“I really like these already.”
It was no lie; she genuinely enjoyed the dishes in front of her.
The two conversed in low tones, the atmosphere harmonious and their relationship seemed intimate. Qin Fang felt a pang of jealousy watching them, while Pei Yu remained as usual.
Only, he was drinking far more than usual this evening.
