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My face flushed with embarrassment as I forcefully pushed Meng Sicong away and ran out of the filming location.
After returning home, I blocked Meng's phone number and WeChat. I vowed that if I ever developed even the slightest feeling for him again, I would no longer be human.
Looking back at his stills now, I feel he is nothing but scum; the saying "one's appearance reflects one's heart" couldn't be more accurate.
Although I'm not a wealthy heiress, my parents are the principals of two prestigious schools in this area. The Jian Family is quite well-known on several streets nearby, and there are plenty of boys pursuing me.
For instance, the son of the owner of that upscale Private Kitchen on South Street has been chasing me, but I just feel that being so close to everyone lacks meaning.
Now I've decided to give Private Kitchen a chance; having free gourmet meals every day sounds quite enjoyable.
On my first date with the guy from Private Kitchen, to avoid any awkwardness, I decided to bring Zhao Hanhang along for dinner.
However, I never expected Zhao Hanhang to arrive in Meng Sicong's car.
The three of us together felt like an awkward game of mahjong.
I was a bit worried as the handsome guy from Private Kitchen took great care of me during the meal, handing me napkins and pouring red wine. He even kindly reminded me that girls should eat more broccoli for their health.
Meanwhile, Meng Sicong across from me had a face as dark as a thundercloud, his spoon clattering ominously against the porcelain plate.
Zhao Hanhang wore an expression of amusement, his gaze darting back and forth between me and Meng Sicong.
It's a disaster! It's all my fault for being meddlesome. Why did I have to invite Zhao Hanhang? My best friend is truly the most unreliable creature in the world.
In this strange atmosphere, we managed to finish the meal without any major incidents. While Meng Sicong and the Private Kitchen guy went to the underground parking lot to get the car, Zhao Hanhang and I waited at the restaurant entrance.
After a while, neither of them appeared. Zhao Hanhang and I found it a bit odd, so we decided to head down to the parking lot to look for them. Just a few steps in, we heard Meng Sicong and the Private Kitchen guy arguing.
To my surprise, the Private Kitchen guy, who had an innocent-looking face, had such a sharp tongue. He berated Meng Sicong from start to finish, mocking him as a third-rate actor and daring him to have delusions about me.
Well done!
I suddenly found myself looking forward to Meng Sicong's response.
Unexpectedly, he remained calm and composed. After the Private Kitchen guy finished his tirade, he leisurely replied, "I just kissed Jian Xixie a few days ago. Why don't you try kissing someone if you have the guts?"
My face turned bright red in an instant. With Zhao Hanhang right next to me, how was I supposed to explain that? Ahhh, I can't take this anymore!
The Private Kitchen guy exploded with anger and started cursing even more fiercely. However, I gradually couldn't listen anymore; his insults about people's parents were just too lowbrow.
Zhao Hanhang and I had only been watching for two minutes when things escalated from verbal insults to physical confrontation, and it looked like it was about to turn bloody.
We rushed over to intervene, but unexpectedly, the security guards from the parking lot arrived even faster.
Before I could blink, Meng Sicong was already held down by two security guards.
"Learning to fight at such a young age? Do you think wearing a white shirt makes you any less of a little thug? It's clear you're not a good person!" The security guard's words were sharper than a knife.
I don't know why, but watching this scene made me want to laugh; it felt like a sense of revenge had been fulfilled.
In the end, under Meng Sicong's fierce gaze, I quickly stepped forward to explain and had the security guard let him go.
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