Chapter 86: You two are a couple, and I'm just the cover

The car couldn't get in, so the three could only walk, because their exceptionally outstanding faces attracted a lot of attention.

Lu Zhaoye deliberately made things hard for Zhou Yinhe, pulling him to walk in front and demanding he show the way.

This resulted in Wen Ling walking alone behind them.

The two men, similar in height and appearance, walked ahead; older people who saw them might just glance at their faces, but the younger ones were different—girls walked along whispering about something.

Wen Ling only heard what they were saying when she walked up beside them.

"Look at those two handsome guys, standing so close—they must have some kind of relationship."

"I also think, I also think—although there's a girl behind them, which decent brother walks ahead and leaves his girlfriend alone in the back?"

"I feel this girl is definitely one of their sisters, brought along to provide cover."

After hearing that, Wen Ling had no particular reaction; she even gave the two men's backs a meaningful glance.

Zhou Yinhe was being pulled by Lu Zhaoye, walking ahead with an annoyed expression; he turned back to take Wen Ling's hand, but met her meaningful gaze, and Lu Zhaoye tugged him again, so he had to give up.

He rarely suffered such a setback; the Zhou family's Fifth Young Master had never endured this kind of grievance—he was just afraid Lu Zhaoye would spout nonsense in front of Wen Ling's grandfather, even though he thought Lu Zhaoye would surely do so.

Said to be a decades-old shop, probably having earned quite a bit, its décor is not bad, and it's clean.

The three chose an inner four-person table; Wen Ling sat alone opposite, while Zhou Yinhe was about to sit beside her when Lu Zhaoye pulled him over to sit together.

The server brought up the dishes the three had ordered; Lu Zhaoye lowered his head and took a sip of soy juice, almost spitting it out, then after sticking out his tongue he honestly went to drink soy milk.

And although Zhou Yinhe is a native of Sijiucheng, he also can't stand the taste of soy juice, honestly drinking the soy milk in his bowl.

Wen Ling lifted her eyes at the two, suddenly smiled, and said, "Do you know that just now in the alley, some girls were gossiping about you two?"

Zhou Yinhe blinked his eyes, puzzled: "What?"

Lu Zhaoye didn't care, listening while drinking soy milk.

"They said…" Wen Ling glanced at their short sleeves, and because the table wasn't big, their arms seemed to touch; she smiled and said, "They said you two are a couple, and I'm just the one you dragged along to provide cover."

"Pff—"

Lu Zhaoye spat out a mouthful of soy milk; fortunately Wen Ling sat opposite Zhou Yinhe, so the soy milk didn't hit her, but it sprayed the bald big guy behind them who was eating fried dough sticks.

The big guy wore a loose white undershirt, his thick arms covered in tattoos, and he slowly turned his head to look at the three.

Lu Zhaoye covered his mouth, face flushed with embarrassment; Wen Ling couldn't help laughing, but she quickly apologized and took out her phone to scan and pay the guy.

The big guy glared at Lu Zhaoye with a fierce look; Lu Zhaoye tilted his body and whispered to Zhou Yinhe, "Can you beat him?"

Zhou Yinhe gloated, twitching the corner of his mouth: "I can't beat him—you're on your own."

Wen Ling couldn't let Lu Zhaoye get beaten up on his second day in Sijiucheng, so she kept apologizing.

"Big brother, my brother didn't mean it—how about you name a price, any amount, just consider it compensation for your clothes."

The big guy turned his head to look at Wen Ling; a pretty girl always softens hearts, and he snorted coldly: "One thousand!"

"Okay!" Wen Ling quickly grabbed her phone to scan and pay; the big guy didn't linger, finished the remaining soy juice on the table after receiving the money, and left straight away.

Wen Ling breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the two.

Zhou Yinhe shrank his body in disgust, avoiding contact with Lu Zhaoye.

Lu Zhaoye gritted his teeth: "How can this be my fault? If you hadn't spoken nonsense, I wouldn't have lost control."

Zhou Yinhe hissed, retorting: "Isn't it because you insisted on pulling me to walk ahead that caused this misunderstanding? What gives you the right to call her Lingling?"

"You…"

"Shut up both of you and eat!" Wen Ling glared at them, showing no favoritism.

After finishing their meal, the three walked out; this time Lu Zhaoye no longer pulled Zhou Yinhe to walk ahead, but insisted on walking beside Wen Ling.

The two flanked Wen Ling in the middle, making her look like a concave character from any angle; she took a deep breath, forced a smile, and asked, "Where else do you want to go?"

Lu Zhaoye looked around and said to Wen Ling, "Can your brother-in-law give us a recommendation?"

Zhou Yinhe said coldly, "My suggestion is that we each go our own way—you go back to your hotel, and I'll take Wen Ling back to Lang Po Wan."

"Oh." Lu Zhaoye wasn't angry either, nodding: "Then how about this—I'll go to Lang Po Wan for a look; I actually didn't get in just now, so I don't know how the interior decoration is."

"I haven't had your tea in ages—brew me a cup." He lowered his head, intending to put his hand on Wen Ling's head, but Zhou Yinhe directly pulled Wen Ling into his embrace, gritted his teeth, and said, "Let's go out and have fun! I know a fun place!"

He was about to explode with anger; to soothe him, Wen Ling spent the rest of the way linking arms with him or holding his hand.

At noon, Zhou Yinhe brought Lu Zhaoye again to the hot pot restaurant where he and Wen Ling had eaten together; while Zhou Yinhe talked with the fat boss, Wen Ling lowered her eyes and sent Lu Zhaoye a text message.

【Can you stop angering him?】

【You've made him like this.】

She felt sorry for him, so she subconsciously showed favoritism.

Lu Zhaoye lifted his eyes to glance at Zhou Yinhe and Wen Ling, tugged the corner of his mouth, lowered his head, and replied: 【What? He stole my childhood friend, stole you whom I'd treated like a sister and raised—am I not allowed to bully him?】

After Wen Ling looked at it and was about to reply, Zhou Yinhe turned back, frowned, and asked: "Who are you messaging?"

"Nobody." Wen Ling shook her head, locked her phone, and set it aside.

The fat boss glanced at Lu Zhaoye, then left the private room, stood outside clicking his tongue twice, told the server to bring the dishes, and himself leaned to one side, lowered his head, and sent a message to Jiang Jibai—he didn't send it in the group because Zhou Yinhe was also there.

【I've run into Xiao Wu's love rival—can't underestimate him.】

【In looks and height he's no inferior to Xiao Wu, and he's Wen Ling's childhood sweetheart—tsk tsk tsk, Xiao Wu's in trouble.】

At that moment Jiang Jibai was in the conference room listening to department heads report on the company; his phone vibrated twice, he lowered his head to glance, then immediately, being very gossipy, picked up his phone, ignoring the approaching Chairman Jiang and countless executives, lowered his eyes and sent a message.

【Take a photo to look—just heard of him but never seen him in person.】

As for matters concerning Zhou Yinhe, they're always gossiping and curious.

The fat boss replied: 【I'll sneak in later and take a secret photo.】

Jiang Jibai responded with an okay expression, put his phone back on the desk, lifted his head, and immediately met the cold stare of his own father.

Chairman Jiang snorted coldly, withdrew his gaze, and only waited for the meeting to end to give this lax son a good scolding.