Chapter 86 What are you so proud of?
Cui Jing woke up and saw Xue Yijie looking at something beside the bed. The sun was about to set.
"What are you looking at?"
“I looked at a restaurant.”
There was a dent on the bed, but Cui Jing was still sleepy. "I am indeed hungry. What are you looking at?"
Xue Yijie took out a picture of a familiar restaurant.
Cui Jing: “This one?”
"have you been there?"
"Well, not bad."
"Then change to another one?"
"No, that's it." Cui Jing sobered up a little, pressed down his hand that was about to withdraw and said, "That's it."
It’s still that cafe.
Xue Yijie had an appointment at this time, and the remaining time was a little later than expected, so they decided to go for a cup of coffee.
Cui Jing held Xue Yijie's hand and pushed open the solid wood glass door of the cafe. The new product display board displayed new couple activities.
After she placed her order, she said to the waiter, "Can you give me one of the little cakes on top? I'll take it to go." Last time they came, they sat near the back garden to hide from others. This time they sat near the window facing the street.
The waiter looked at her several times, his eyes widened, and he raised his hand as if in surprise. "Okay, okay, of course it's no problem, you are already a couple!"
Xue Yijie's mouth was curled up to the sky. "Yes, we are a couple."
"Congratulations. The cake we're giving away today is a new flavor developed by our boss, a thick-cut pistachio Basque. If possible, please post the name of the shop on the cake when you share it on your Moments."
The waiter said conscientiously.
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It was a very dark autumn night.
Coming out of the coffee shop, the lights were on in the shops. The distance to the restaurant was not far, and the two walked along the roadside. Cui Jing put her hands in her coat pockets and looked at the models in the window, while Xue Yijie carried her brand-name bag and the cake. The red "not for sale" tape on the plastic shell of the cake was eye-catching.
Passersby along the way gave him secret glances.
The restaurant was well heated, bright and slightly dry. Cui Jing took off her coat as soon as she entered. She was wearing a high-necked top with the neckline uncovered.
"You left your necklace in the studio." The reflection of the window glass in Xue Yijie's peripheral vision reminded him of the necklace that was also shining on the sink countertop.
"Then please help me put it away." Cui Jing put down the cake and pushed the burning scented candles on the table aside.
Through a window, the glass acts as the last layer of protection for the exhibits, reflecting two approaching figures and a little candlelight on the table.
The waiter pushed a cart full of wine for them to choose from. The collectible wine on display in the middle was placed in a special wooden box.
After the waiter left.
Xue Yijie pestered Cui Jing intimately, and Cui Jing gave him a kiss. They both leaned low on the table. Cui Jing pinched the back of his neck and raised her arm to block the peripheral light of Xue Yijie leaning against the window.
A slippery thing stretched out, and Cui Jing felt that he was a little bit high, so she bit him.
Zhai Yang came in at this time.
With a suppressed gloom, attacking pheromones overflowed.
Cui Jing was startled for a moment, then calmed down. What was she feeling guilty about? The man was unmarried and the woman was divorced, and they were in a free love relationship.
A piece of paper was pressed against her lips, and her attention was taken away by Xue Yijie's lips opposite her. She then noticed that his lips were covered with water. Xue Yijie stretched out his tongue and slowly licked the water on his lips. Cui Jing knew why he gave her the paper. She pressed her lips without changing her expression and greeted Zhai Yang.
"What a coincidence."
"Unfortunately, I came here specifically to look for you." Zhai Yang took a deep breath, stroked the corner of his clothes and asked, "When did you get together?"
"This is my private matter." Cui Jing said.
"Just a few days ago." Xue Yijie said.
Cui Jing then changed her words:
"some days ago."
"Anyway, this is our private matter," Xue Yijie said.
What a tacit understanding.
Zhai Yang was very annoyed and didn't bother to care about the Alpha public regulations. The pheromones he spread made the diners in the restaurant look over with complaints. The waiter also looked at the situation here. After a few people talked for a while, two of them left separately in a hurry, leaving a male Beta to keep an eye on the situation.
"Xue Yijie, you'd better know what you are doing. You are with a woman who is my ex-wife."
Zhai Yang took a step forward and saw Xue Yijie coming around to him from the opposite side and standing in front of Cui Jing without making a sound.
Xue Yijie: "So, she's just an ex-wife."
Zhai Yang repeated, "She's just an ex-wife." Is that the point? Just a few hours ago, he was still thinking about being with him, but now he's standing in front of him, afraid that he'd hit his ex-wife? Is he that kind of person?
"It's really funny." Zhai Yang felt that Xue Yijie was standing a little too far forward, so he took a step back and said.
Cui Jing pulled Xue Yijie's hand. How could the two of them, ordinary people, fight against a powerful and influential son of an aristocratic family?
Xue Yijie didn't know what signal she received. She held her hand with her backhand and said hostilely, "You are indeed a joke."
Cui Jing's world was rarely filled with a sharp explosion.
Ahhhhhhhh! Don't overestimate your abilities!
Zhai Yang looked at the two people's clasped hands coldly, his heart chilled to the bone, a feeling of betrayal surged in his heart. Zhai Yang suppressed his anger and vented it calmly, uttering extremely vicious words. "You like a woman... do you have the ability to do that?"
He grabbed Xue Yijie's clothes and pulled her towards him. Cui Jing's hand was still held by Xue Yijie. His action pulled her slender arm forward, and the veins on the back of her hand were stretched beautifully.
Very beautiful.
But Zhai Yang was distracted and thought about the hand that was holding Xue Yiji's clothes, because he seemed to feel a male warmth through the cloth, the warmth of the body.
Some dirty things came up again, all kinds of health plants and bananas, and dirty words from online jokes: no matter how hard a man's penis is, his rectum is warm.
Xue Yijie saw Zhai Yang retract his hand as if a needle was pricking him, and his facial expression suddenly became indescribable. His Adam's apple rolled as if he was swallowing something stuck in his throat.
Cui Jing was shocked when she heard the words "Do you have that ability?", and her hand, which was tightly clenched by Xue Yijie, was released.
The next second she saw Zhai Yang punch Xue Yijie in the face with almost no warning.
"Bang!" Xue Yijie hit the edge of the table heavily.
"Zhai Yang! Are you crazy!" Cui Jing stood up from her chair and avoided the splashing aperitif.
The two men quickly fought each other, punching each other flesh to flesh.
"Bang!" In the chaos, the tablecloth on the dining table was torn off, the scented candles rolled to the ground first, the cake fell straight onto the carpet, the glassware broke into pieces on the ground, and the wine cart rolled over.
In the chaos, Xue Yijie first touched a fork, and Zhai Yang smashed a bottle of wine on Xue Yijie's head. Xue Yijie's head was suddenly cut, and blood mixed with dark red wine flowed down, and the aroma of wine burst into the air.
"Oh my god!" Cui Jing was so frightened that she wanted to step forward. She swallowed the words "Stop fighting" that were on her lips and replaced them with:
"What are you doing?"
How did the top protagonist hit the bottom protagonist?
How come these two people look like enemies?
The fork Xue Yijie used on Zhai Yang was merciless, so he threw the wine on Xue Yijie's head. The question Xue Yijie asked once again emerged in his memory:
"Do you still live with your wife?"
"How are you feeling?"
"Are you saying that you haven't had sex for a long time?"
"One last question." Xue Yijie tilted her head, with a complicated and sarcastic expression on her face, "She probably doesn't love you anymore, right? Zhai Yang."
There was a hint of smugness on that perfect and elegant face that seemed to destroy the harmony.
What do you care about?
What are you proud of?
Am I too good to you? I should have locked you up, locked you up until you died, if you didn't love me, Zhai Yang thought.
He grabbed the other person's collar, then suddenly pulled his hand back and covered his mouth. At such a close distance, he felt like vomiting again.
Disgusting.