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Hou Yi's first thought was to not come. His left eye was still twitching in pain, and if it weren't for his promise to Tong Le, he truly didn't want to deal with this trouble. But for Tong Le, he had to show up.
Hou Yi nodded, considering it an agreement.
Wu Youyou smiled at him. "I feel like we have similar personalities, though I can't quite put my finger on it. Anyway, being around you is quite relaxing."
Hou Yi forced a smile. Wu Youyou might find it relaxing, but he certainly did not.
At the dining table in the restaurant, everyone was seated. Tong Le sat next to Zong Zeyu, while Hou Yi faced Tong Le directly. Zong Zeyu, being strong, pulled Tong Le's chair closer to his own, almost wrapping his arm around him as they ate.
Hou Yi wasn't one to sit quietly either; he intentionally nudged Tong Le's leg with his foot. However, no matter how he nudged, Tong Le remained oblivious, focused on eating meat.
Zong Zeyu shot a fiery glare at Hou Yi, unable to contain himself any longer. "Are you done? Can you keep your feet to yourself?"
It was then that Hou Yi realized he had picked the wrong target.
Clearing his throat, Hou Yi quickly changed the subject. "Auntie, your cooking is really good. I'll come back tomorrow."
Wen Cuizhi beamed with joy. "Great! Tomorrow you can keep Wu Youyou company while I have the housekeeper prepare even better dishes for you. What do you like to eat?"
Zong Zeyu interjected abruptly. "Don't come tomorrow; my family doesn't welcome you."
Wen Cuizhi scolded Zong Zeyu sharply. "How can you speak to a guest like that?"
Zong Zeyu turned to explain himself to Wen Cuizhi. "Mom, he deliberately crashed into my car before. This guy isn't a good person."
Hou Yi immediately spoke up. "I admit I was wrong for crashing into your car, and I apologize for that. But I'm here for Wu Youyou; is there a problem with that?"
Hou Yi rarely apologized to anyone, but at this moment, he had to act properly—he wanted nothing more than to infuriate Zong Zeyu!
Meanwhile, at Dao Wen's home.
At the dining table were Dao Wen, Zong Jin, and Zhou Zishuo.
Zong Jin ate elegantly, which made Zhou Zishuo appear rather boorish in comparison. The more Zhou Zishuo watched Zong Jin, the more irritated he became. As Zong Jin reached for some food, Zhou Zishuo directly knocked his chopsticks away and said, "My sister loves this dish; don't eat it."
Zong Jin paused but didn't retort.
Dao Wen raised his chopsticks and aimed them at Zhou Zishuo's forehead. "If you're not going to eat properly, get off the table!"
Zhou Zishuo quieted down immediately.
Zong Jin continued to eat steadily, observing which dishes Dao Wen liked, and quietly serving her more food. Dao Wen said nothing, but she noticed everything; Zong Jin was like a closed book, yet his actions were not lacking.
After the meal, Zong Jin started to wash the dishes.
Dao Wen commanded him, "Put that down. Let that brat wash them; we’re going downstairs."
Zhou Zishuo protested, "Why should I wash them, sis? Why does he get off scot-free?"
Dao Wen couldn't be bothered to argue. "If you don’t want to wash, then get out!"
Zhou Zishuo picked up the dirty dishes and quietly headed to the kitchen.
Dao Wen changed into a new outfit in her room. When she came out, even in simple casual wear, Zong Jin felt a spark of surprise; his heart raced wildly. He liked her more than he could express.
At the entrance of her house, Dao Wen reminded him, "Stop staring and put on your shoes; we’re going downstairs. Your eyes are going to pop out."
Zong Jin obediently complied, like a big, well-behaved child.
The two descended together and walked side by side in the community garden. Zong Jin was tongue-tied, unsure of what to say; his mind was filled with Dao Wen's words from earlier—how they had officially gotten together. He still felt like he was dreaming.
Dao Wen broke the silence. "If you don’t have anything to say, just go back."
Zong Jin stopped in his tracks and looked at her seriously. "What you said earlier is true, right?"
Dao Wen instinctively replied, "Which one? The one about being together?"
She smiled lightly. "Do you not believe what I say? Or do you think I’m lying to you?"
Zong Jin took a deep breath. "I just feel it’s unreal. I thought I would never have you."
Dao Wen asked, "So now that you do have me, are you happy? But I must warn you: if you don’t meet my expectations, I can end this relationship anytime—just depending on my mood."
Zong Jin was earnest. "I will do my best!"
Dao Wen extended her right hand with her palm facing up.
Zong Jin looked at her open palm and asked, "What’s this about?"
With a smile, Dao Wen said, "Holding hands—are you not going to?"
Zong Jin felt like a child just starting to learn how to date. Though he had experience in the past, time had made him lose that skill; loving a woman well was far more challenging than doing business.
Zong Jin took Dao Wen's hand firmly, perhaps because it had been so long since they held hands, or maybe it was because he finally had the feelings he desired. He was overwhelmed with excitement.
Dao Wen was startled. "You scared me! That hurts!"
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