Chapter 53.3: What About the Time You Have Spent With Me? (3)

(Resuming the confrontation among Bai Zhou, Song Shiyu, and Ji Fanyin in the brunch restaurant)

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In the brunch restaurant that he had to search two whole floors for, Bai Zhou took in a deep breath to calm his own anger before replying, “Date, you said? What about…” 

Halfway through his words, he paused for a split instant before continuing on with a hushed tone, “What about the time we have spent together?”

Song Shiyu grabbed Bai Zhou’s shoulders in displeasure. “Is this the time for that? Can’t you see the crowd here?”

Bai Zhou slapped off Song Shiyu’s hands and glared at him furiously. “Song Shiyu, are you an idiot? Can’t you tell that she’s having gastric pain?”

Song Shiyu quickly turned to look at Ji Fanyin with a frown. “Are you feeling unwell?”

The latter blinked her eyes in confusion before shaking her head innocently. “No, I’m feeling perfectly fine.”

Bai Zhou was infuriated to hear her response.

Why are you going to such an extent?! Is it money? Or is it Song Shiyu?

He wanted to grab her shoulders and angrily question her, but those words were choked in his throat. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t bring himself to voice them aloud.

It was also at this instant that he finally understood why he felt so anxious, angry, and hurt. 

Ji Fanyin had simply treated him too well. 

Even if it was all an act, the care and concern she had showered on him were irreproachable. 

Deep down, he was aware that the real reason why he had fallen for Ji Xinxin in the first place was due to the patience, warmth, and care she had shown him. No one had ever treated him in such a manner… until Ji Fanyin came along.

There was a moment of silence before he slowly straightened his back. He let out a contemptuous laugh and sneered, “I see. I hope you two have fun on your date.”

Ji Fanyin didn’t even spare Bai Zhou an additional glance when she left the brunch restaurant.

Bai Zhou sat down at the table the two of them occupied earlier. With a wintry look on his face, he whipped out his phone and accessed the reservation app. He unhesitatingly selected all of the fifteen hours available tomorrow and submitted the reservation request before proceeding to transfer the reservation fee over. 

He repeated those steps for the day after tomorrow, reserving all fifteen hours available and paying the reservation fee. 

And he did it another twelve more times afterward. 

What a dumb app. It only allows reservations to be made a maximum of two weeks in advance.

(TL Note: It’s a shorter third part. The first two parts were much longer for the sake of continuity uhh, or else it would be stifling to read @@Also, I’ve been leaving additional notes for scene skips so that it’s easier to follow the story. Do let me know if it’s helpful or just annoying.)