In the evening, He Xiyan arrived at a Chinese restaurant by the side of Moon Lake in Ye City with reference to the address sent by Mo Yixuan.

The business in the restaurant did not seem to be good. Instead of seeing any guest, she actually saw many waiters, who were all dressed in cheongsam in the color of blue and white porcelains.

The decoration of the restaurant was antique, with screens between tables. One sight of the restaurant gave others the feeling of a high-end one in ancient times.

“Miss Chen… This way, please!” The waiter led He Xiyan to a box in the right side of the restaurant. Then she made a cup of Longjing tea for her.

“Mr. Mo said that he would be a little late and asked you to wait for a while.” The waiter said politely and then brought a plate of fruit.

He Xiyan picked up a book from the bookshelf aside. With nothing to do now, she browsed through the book casually.

“Zuo’s Commentary”? What the hell?

Although she graduated from university, such a book was still somewhat obscure and elusive for her. After all, she was an art major with weak literary foundation, who only received a score of 90 in college entrance examination. She glanced over one to two articles but could not understand them, so she put them back on the shelf.

At that moment, the door of the box was pushed open.

Mo Yixuan, dressed in a black business suit, came in. He was 1.88 metres tall, his figure was even more perfect than many male models. His facial features were also very delicate. With deep eyes, a high nose and thin lips, he was just like the male character created by cartoonists. At this time, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, from which a faint smile overflowed.

“Are you hungry?” He asked He Xiyan, who had been waiting for him for a long time.

He Xiyan made an invitation gesture, motioning Mo Yixuan to sit down.

The waiter served the dishes Mo Yixuan had ordered, namely steamed shark fin, tasty bullfrog, steamed hairy crab, local chicken, braised ribs in sweet and sour sauce, etc., eight of them in total, basically Xiang province cuisine.

He Xiyan looked at these dishes somewhat unexpectedly. These dishes were ordered by the man beforehand, which should all to her favorite.

The waiter came again with two bottles of red wine, the top Raffi in 1980.

“I don’t drink wine.” He Xiyan shook her hand.

She was here to talk to him today, just getting rid of drinking. Besides, she couldn’t afford to drink wine, which cost at least three hundred thousand one bottle.

“It’s alright. Have some wine to warm your stomach.”

Mo Yixuan took over the wine handed over by the waiter, and then poured a glass for himself and one for He Xiyan.

He Xiyan looked at the man in front of her. He had a face that could be said to be more handsome than that of most male stars. With a cold temperament, he gave others a feeling of indifference even when he was smiling.

She thought that if she was about twenty years old, she would like such a boy, cool and handsome with a wealthy family and good abilities. Almost all women would love such a man.

She then could guess why she had fallen in love with this man before she lost her memory and even gave birth to a child for him.

Child…

He Xiyan took the glass and had a sip. Then she put it down and sighed in a helpless voice.

“Mr. Mo, I want to talk with you about Yuanyuan.” He Xiyan couldn’t help opening her mouth, but she just said one sentence and then was interrupted by Mo Yixuan.

“Eat something first, Yanyan…” Mo Yixuan put a piece of rib into the bowl of He Xiyan. The same touch of smile was always hanging around the corner of his mouth, a faint smile.

He Xiyan took a few bites casually, but with something in mind, she felt that her stomach seemed to be full.