C19 Let's Get Straight to the Point

Jiang Wang Shu looked at the door and stood up to help pour the tea.

During the conversation, Bai Yue rarely interjected, but she always pursed her lips and smiled. Her smile was similar to Fu Yuan's, but it was clear that she was absent-minded. It was only when Fu Yuan returned with her mother that her smile slowly seeped into her eyes.

After the dishes were served, Jiang Wenshu no longer cared about what they said. There was a roasted chicken with tea in front of him, a sweet and sour pork, and... Spicy potatoes?

She had some doubts, but she was really hungry, and for the time being she couldn't care less about anything else. All they had to do was talk about them, and she would just eat.

The first time they met, they didn't have many common topics to talk about. Bai Yue's mother started asking about Fu Yuehan's work, and then talked about Bai Yue's work. The two of them were colleagues, and the company he paid for was one of the most outstanding in the industry.

Jiang Wenshu was in a very awkward position between Bai Yue and Fu Yuan. The more Bai Yue knew about Fu Yuan, the more satisfied she felt. She looked past Jiang Wenshu at Fu Yuan and raised her glass.

She bit down on a chop and used her teeth to pick it. She stopped thinking and threw the sauce onto her body.

A hand reached out from beside her. Originally, it wanted to help her wipe it, but after looking at the place where the sauce was splattered, it changed hands and handed a tissue over to her.

Except for Jiang Wenshu, who stared blankly after receiving the tissue, no one else had noticed this extremely natural action of his. She didn't care if the sauce splashed on her clothes and couldn't be wiped clean. She casually wiped it a few times and then continued to pretend to be deaf and eat her own food.

When the round table turned, she saw a dish that she liked moving further and further away, stopping right in front of Bai Yue's mother. Her mother picked up a pair of chopsticks, but the table didn't move. She wanted to move, but when she looked up and saw her mother staring at her, she probably thought it was rude for her to keep eating and not talk, so she could only put down her chopsticks.

"Have a taste of this. It's said that it's their signature dish."

Fu Yuan turned the round table, and the dishes came to Jiang Wangshu. He picked up a large pair of chopsticks and placed them in Jiang Wangshu's bowl, inviting Bai Yue to have a taste as well.

Jiang Wenshu's hand paused and he did not raise his head. He did not know what expression Miss Bai had on her face.

When Bai Yue came, she had heard her mother talk about Fu Yuan's relationship with this family. Fu Yuan and Jiang Wanyu were not married. Normally, after Jiang Wang Yu died, Fu Yuan would have nothing to do with this family. However, when they saw each other at the table today, he acted like a family member.

There was also Fu Yuan and Jiang Wenshu. Actually, they should avoid each other, but seeing Fu Yuan hand over paper towels and food for Jiang Wenshu just now — she was actually envious of his proficiency in nature.

After dinner, sometimes, the two mothers would discuss leaving the time for the two of them to be alone. Naturally, Jiang Wangshu, this bright electric light bulb, would also stay away. Bai Yue's mother suggested that they go to the teahouse for tea. Jiang Wangshu had already eaten his fill at the hotel, so he couldn't hold on for much longer. With some excuse, he slipped out to the streets.

She was allergic to seafood, and she had never eaten beef and lamb. The only things she could eat were pork and chicken, so whenever she went out to eat, she would only be able to eat a few vegetarian dishes along with cold dishes.

Today, she ate a round belly. She didn't think that Fu Yuan would remember her crafty taste.

Fu Yuan and Bai Yue were alone together, so their conversation wasn't as free as before. Fu Yuan didn't take the initiative to talk, and remained polite and decent. However, there was an extra cold aura around him, from head to toe, giving him the feeling that no one was allowed to enter.

She was a straightforward person, and Yu An was her type. These days, it was rare to see a successful and handsome man like him, especially at his age, where a man like Yu An could be said to be of the highest quality. She was very satisfied, but she didn't know what he meant.

The silent time was too hard to endure. Bai Yue took a sip of his coffee and finally said, "I have a rough understanding of your situation and believe that you also understand my situation. Let's get straight to the point. What is your impression of me?"

The moment she opened her mouth, Fu Yu An was sure that her gentleness and modesty were all feigned. How could she sit in such a position without being a supervisor in the company or having a steel-like personality?

He thought for a moment and couldn't think of any good adjectives, so he could only say, "You're very good."

This was good for her family, good for her job, good for her age and good for her looks, but only good for her.

Bai Yue didn't know whether to laugh or not, "Just good?"

Before she came, she had looked at Fu Yuan's photo and also searched his identity. She was very satisfied with his identity, so when she came, she purposely restrained the edge of her usual interaction with him and found that he was more cultured than she had imagined. The conversation between the two was also quite good, so it was very suitable no matter how one looked at it.