The Whole Internet is Shipping Me with My Ex-Boyfriend

Chapter 672: Sheng Yi: Our Relationship Is Great_2

By the time the main courses were served, Sheng Yi had already picked up her phone, ready to take photos.The first dish was one this restaurant was famous for, called "Milbrook Farm Venison." It really lived up to its name, and it was exactly to Sheng Yi’s taste.

After that, a few more dishes were brought up one after another. Before eating, Sheng Yi would take photos first, then send them straight to Gu Yuan without any retouching.

The last dish was duck liver.

The name was "Périgord Duck Liver."

A high-end restaurant is never short of foie gras on the menu; Sheng Yi was already sick of it. It was rare to come across duck liver instead of foie gras, and it was like every single dish tonight had been crafted to match her palate.

Right then Gu Yuan was busy and didn’t reply to Sheng Yi’s photos right away.

She only replied after she finished what she was doing.

The phone on the table buzzed a few times. Sheng Yi glanced at the screen; it was the notification sound of a message from Yuanyuan.

Gu Yuan: They all look pretty good.

Gu Yuan: How do they taste?

Gu Yuan: Isn’t it boring to dine alone?

Three WeChat messages.

Sheng Yi wiped her mouth, then her hands with a napkin, picked up her phone, and her fingers tapped happily across the screen.

Sheng Yi: Actually, the taste isn’t any worse than the hotel restaurant. It’s just that I’ve eaten at the hotel for too many days and I’m sick of it. I think the food here tastes amazing.

Sheng Yi: It is kind of boring alone. I’ll send you a video later; everyone who comes here to eat is in pairs.

After sending that message, Sheng Yi tapped open the video recorder.

She didn’t dare stand up to film; that would be too obvious. So she just casually recorded a short clip and sent it to Gu Yuan.

Half a minute later, Gu Yuan’s reply came—

Gu Yuan: Are you done eating? If not, don’t rush off yet. Be patient and wait a few minutes.

One look at that sentence and you could tell there was a surprise.

Gu Yuan would never disappoint Sheng Yi’s expectations; Sheng Yi knew this very well, so she patiently waited for this surprise.

...

Meanwhile, next door.

Dao An was the host tonight, and every dish on the table had been ordered by Jane. Dao An didn’t eat much, and Jane, who paid a lot of attention to diet for the sake of her figure, ate even less.

She was eating less out of a woman’s self‑discipline, but the man across from her...

Jane’s tone carried a slight playful complaint: "For someone treating me, you really are just treating me to eat by myself. You barely touched anything."

Dao An withdrew his gaze from the window and looked at Jane, who was sitting across from him. His tone was gentle: "I’m not very hungry. You should eat more."

Jane propped her chin on one hand, the charm in her brows and eyes quite provocative. That touch of red at the tips of her pointed nails made her whole aura stand out even more: "You know I’ve always been very strict with my diet. I never overindulge."

Hearing this, Dao An said nothing.

Jane stared carefully at the man across from her. In fact, since they met today, she’d already looked at his face more times than usual. She hadn’t mentioned it just now, but took the chance to speak up: "Ann, I’ve noticed you’ve been in an especially good state these past two days."

The man smiled slightly and replied, "I’ve been resting well."

Jane said, "It really seems that way. Your little secretary said you’ve been leaving work early these past few days. And the workload in Los Angeles was clearly for half a month, but you came back almost a week early. Is there a reason for that I’m allowed to know?"

"I wanted to take a break for a while, that’s all. Don’t overthink it." With that, Dao An picked up the warm water beside him, ready to take a sip.

Jane reached out. "Wait."

Dao An looked at her.

Jane picked up the glass of red wine next to her and handed it to him. "Drink this."

The man gave a helpless little smile, but still very graciously set down the warm water and took the red wine Jane passed him.

This kind of behavior was just gentlemanly manners; Jane was clear on that. If he were truly bewitched by her charm, she would have already rolled around countless times in the tender land of his arms.

The clink of the glasses was crisp and clear.

Jane was the one offering the toast, so the rim of her glass was lower than his.

But in Jane’s memory, what she’d seen most often was other people lowering their glass to toast Ann. It was very rare to see Ann lower his glass to toast someone else. Only big shots with real status on Wall Street could make Ann lower his glass.

What Jane didn’t know was that this man had once held the bottom of a woman’s glass so that the rim of his own glass was lower than hers...

After the toast, Jane only took a small sip.

As she sipped, her eyes burned into the man opposite her. Seeing that he too only took a small sip and then put his glass down, she set hers aside more slowly.

Jane didn’t rush to put her glass down. She held it, swirling it lightly, one hand propping her cheek, the fingertips painted in bright lacquer tapping idly at the air as she brought it up: "Ann, do you know that woman from before?"