Chapter 42: Who Hit Your Face?

Meng Zhangfeng saw Song Huan Yan already walking ahead, had no time to waste on Chu Yue, and tugged her, "Hurry, Miss Song has already passed!"

"Miss Song." Meng Zhangfeng hurried after them, respectfully, "Please, this way for you."

Song Huan Yan nodded, her brows briefly furrowing.

Before even meeting the person in the blind date, she was given a harsh welcome; Song Huan Yan felt her luck was probably not good.

Perhaps her romantic luck is poor?

But the things Chu Yue said, she neither believed nor was moved by.

She only trusts what she experiences herself.

If Nan Gong Yu only had to go through this process because of Gu Qinghe's face, then it's indeed overly thorough.

If so, it can only prove that he might be a detail‑oriented perfectionist.

Otherwise, a person as lofty as him wouldn't need to be so all‑encompassing, especially to take special care of her, right?

In short, without understanding, no conclusion can be drawn.

Soon, the three entered the restaurant.

The restaurant was separate, very spacious and luxurious.

Upon entering, Song Huan Yan saw Nan Gong Yu seated at the head of the table, his eyes lowered as he looked at his phone.

Perhaps hearing the footsteps, he lifted his gaze.

"Lord Yu, hello." Song Huan Yan halted and greeted.

She appeared as usual, with a modest, appropriate smile, showing no emotion on her face.

It seemed as if nothing had happened earlier in the Main Hall.

Nan Gong Yu put down his phone, stood up proactively, and strode forward.

He was extremely tall.

In a white shirt, black tie, black vest, and black slacks, he gave the garments an elegance beyond their own quality.

His shirt was buttoned meticulously, sleeves neatly rolled, his whole being exuded an unattainable, masculine tension.

That excessively handsome face, framed by gold‑rimmed glasses, appeared sharp and ascetically cold.

His skin was a cold white, his physique truly fine, his looks superb.

His legs were long, his strides large, moving with thunderous speed, as if on an inspection.

Reaching Song Huan Yan, Nan Gong Yu's gaze fell on her face, "Welcome."

He was courteous, his manners truly excellent.

But his whole demeanor remained extremely cold—his eyes, his tone, all cold.

He doesn't have the overly domineering, overbearing aura that Leng Jian Yue gives; there's no predatory glint in his eyes—just a coldness that lacks anything else.

Strangely, there's a faint sense of unattainability, yet it doesn't provoke any aversion.

Song Huan Yan slightly pursed her lips, "Thank you."

Song Huan Yan noticed his gaze stayed solely on her, not shifting a fraction backward; if he looked back, he might have seen a slap mark on Chu Yue's face.

Unfortunately… there wasn't.

Today Song Huan Yan wore a white dress, the upper part a cloak style, appearing dignified and gentle.

The dress wasn't long, revealing her pristine, slender legs.

Her waist was slender, curves exquisite.

Her features were extremely beautiful, black hair flowing, barely any makeup visible.

She held a clutch in her hand, standing there, beauty beyond description.

Nan Gong Yu's gaze lingered a moment, he made a beckoning gesture, and Song Huan Yan stepped forward.

He also stepped forward, even personally pulling out her chair.

Song Huan Yan was startled; is this man… really that good?

So far, the gentleman appears perfect, flawless.

Song Huan Yan gave him a slight nod, sat down, and Nan Gong Yu moved to sit opposite.

He actually… didn't sit at the head again.

Nan Gong Yu instructed Meng Zhangfeng, "Serve the dishes."

Meng Zhangfeng lowered his head, "Yes, Lord Yu."

He then clapped, signaling the kitchen to bring out the food.

Chu Yue stood beside Nan Gong Yu, with her on one side and Meng Zhangfeng on the other.

But regrettably, Nan Gong Yu didn't notice Chu Yue at all…

Song Huan Yan recalled, she seemed to have heard that Nan Gong Yu has four chief assistants.

Chasing stars, pursuing the moon, winds rise and clouds surge.

Is "pursuing the moon" Chu Yue?

Is "winds rise" Changfeng?

It should… be so, right?

Nan Gong Yu still ordered Western cuisine; the dishes arrived, each exquisitely luxurious.

Nan Gong Yu looked at her, "Help yourself, eat and chat, don't go hungry."

Though his voice was cold, it was truly pleasant to hear.

Song Huan Yan nodded, "Alright."

Chu Yue now fell completely silent, and the previously arrogant aura vanished entirely.

Song Huan Yan slowly raised an eyebrow; indeed, Chu Yue was nothing but a fox borrowing the tiger's might.

Song Huan Yan has always seemed cold and taciturn, not the type to make things difficult for others, but in fact she is far from a pushover.

Gracefully cutting a piece of steak and putting it in her mouth, Song Huan Yan lifted her eyes to Nan Gong Yu and asked, "Lord, do you like to have your assistant attend you while you eat?"

She deliberately looked at Chu Yue.

Since Chu Yue is one of his four chief assistants, she must possess absolutely outstanding skill in some professional field.

His matchmaking target was made to suffer at the hands of his assistant before even meeting him.

How will Nan Gong Yu choose?

Does he even know that his assistant might harbor different feelings toward this unattainable boss of his?

Nan Gong Yu abruptly set down his knife and fork and looked at her.

A second later, without saying a single extra word or asking anything, he said directly, "You all go out and have the Kitchen come to serve."

Song Huan Yan lifted her eyebrow leisurely, inexplicably feeling very satisfied.

Is this person's mind really that delicate?

He gets straight to the point, no need for extra words.

Dealing with clever people is simply comfortable.

The Kitchen staff serve completely differently from the assistants.

After all, the two are on a matchmaking date, so the topics they discuss will inevitably be somewhat personal.

The Kitchen staff, upon hearing these words, won't mind and won't dare to stir up trouble lightly.

But the assistants are different.

Assistants are clearly much closer and more prone to stirring up trouble.

Especially the words Chu Yue just said, which were only a step away from openly telling Song Huan Yan that she has feelings for Nan Gong Yu.

Therefore, Chu Yue obviously cannot stay here.

Hearing that, Meng Zhangfeng lowered his head and said, "Yes."

Chu Yue, not daring to act rashly before Nan Gong Yu, also lowered her head and said, "Yes."

The two lifted their feet and walked away, appearing capable and professional.

But after only a few steps, Nan Gong Yu suddenly said, "Stop."

The two halted, turned around, and lowered their heads.

Nan Gong Yu looked at Meng Zhangfeng and asked, "What happened?"

Song Huan Yan was momentarily stunned—did he notice?

Could it be that she had been staring at Chu Yue while saying those words just now?

That's incredibly perceptive.

No wonder she's so successful in business.

Meng Zhangfeng dared not conceal anything and said, "When we brought Miss Song in, Chu Yue said some… not very pleasant words."

Nan Gong Yu's already cold expression turned even colder, "What did she say?"

Meng Zhangfeng gave a rough account.

But he didn't go into detail, only mentioning that Chu Yue made it difficult for Song Huan Yan by arriving late.

Chu Yue's complexion had already turned pale, the handprint on her cheek even more noticeable.

However, she kept her head down, making it hard to see.

Chu Yue truly didn't expect Song Huan Yan to report her, and even tried to twist the accusation.

But Nan Gong Yu is exceedingly clever.

Nan Gong Yu kept a cold expression as he finished listening, looked at Song Huan Yan and said, "Sorry, it's my fault for not strictly controlling my subordinates."

Song Huan Yan was slightly stunned and hadn't spoken yet.

Chu Yue fell with a thud, knelt down immediately, and said, "I'm sorry, Lord, I overstepped; I shouldn't have said those words."

Song Huan Yan slowly raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

It seems Nan Gong Yu's rules are very strict.

So strict that when Chu Yue sensed the wind had shifted, she immediately knelt and admitted fault.

Nan Gong Yu looked at Chu Yue as if looking at ants, and said, "Miss Song is my honored guest, and you treat a guest like this—are you courting death?"

Song Huan Yan thought, could it be possible that she admires you?

Chu Yue, terrified, trembled and immediately kowtowed, saying, "I'm sorry, Lord, I willingly accept punishment."

After speaking, she lifted her head to look at Nan Gong Yu, eyes brimming with tears.

Only then did Nan Gong Yu see her face… it looked as if it had been struck.

Nan Gong Yu frowned, "What's wrong with your face?"