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Lan Qingqing looked at Mo Kai Liang, who had a foolish expression on his face, and truly felt too lazy to explain anything further. He liked her and was pursuing her, didn't he?
As she spoke, Lan Qingqing raised the gift box in her hand. "Do you see this? It's Hermes! This is what Wu Youyou was talking about when she humiliated you at the company! Just this one bag costs over a hundred thousand. You could save up for two years without eating or drinking and still manage to afford it! So, can you be sensible and not make things difficult for me? I was enjoying this meal until I saw you, and now it's all ruined!"
Mo Kai Liang couldn't understand. He really couldn't grasp it. He looked at Lan Qingqing's abdomen and then at the bag, struggling to comprehend why a bag would cost over a hundred thousand. He also couldn't fathom why someone would openly kiss Lan Qingqing knowing that she had a husband.
Even more perplexing was how Lan Qingqing, who was clearly pregnant with Ke Wenjie’s child, could start dating another man.
Mo Kai Liang finally spoke up, "So, are you planning to be with that wealthy man? What about the child in your belly? You’re carrying my cousin's child; shouldn’t you like him instead?"
Lan Qingqing frowned and rubbed her forehead. What did liking or not liking have to do with whom she should be with? It seemed like these questions needed a correct answer, which made her particularly annoyed.
She lifted her head and said impatiently, "Do I really need to explain? I miss home. You came here to take me home, didn’t you? Let’s go home."
Then she remembered something and added, "By the way, don’t tell Ke Wenjie about today. If you do, let’s not meet again."
Mo Kai Liang didn’t press the issue any further. He picked up a pink helmet from the back seat of his small electric scooter and handed it to Lan Qingqing. "This isn’t second-hand; I bought it new this afternoon. Put it on for safety."
Lan Qingqing looked at the dirty little scooter and sighed heavily. "I’ll take a taxi; you can ride your scooter."
Mo Kai Liang watched as Lan Qingqing hailed a cab by the roadside and soon disappeared from his sight. He stood there holding the newly bought pink helmet, thinking that Lan Qingqing would surely love it.
Just as he was about to ride away on his scooter, he glanced down and saw the restaurant bill that Lan Qingqing had dropped on the ground. He picked up the small piece of paper and looked at the items and prices listed on it. The final total caught his eye: fifteen thousand.
Fifteen thousand for one dinner.
Mo Kai Liang felt his perception of spending and values begin to collapse. Not only could he not afford that Hermes bag worth over a hundred thousand, but he couldn’t even afford this meal.
Meanwhile, at Tong Le's apartment.
Tong Le had prepared a feast with a variety of dishes, just enough for two people—delicious and plentiful without waste.
As Tong Le chatted away while eating with Zong Zeyu, she dominated the conversation while he listened quietly. It seemed like this was their best way of getting along.
Feeling full and enjoying their talk, Tong Le held her wine glass and realized she had unknowingly drunk more than half a bottle of red wine. With a tipsy smile on her face, she looked at Zong Zeyu and said cheerfully, "Am I talking too much? But I haven’t talked this much during dinner in ages! Ke Wenjie doesn’t like to hear me ramble on, and Zhang Huizhi always sets so many house rules for me."
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