The underground parking lot was shrouded in darkness, with dim lighting, and was filled with all sorts of vehicles.
Yu Yao saw the black Rolls-Royce Swepta she had taken that morning at a glance.
She walked over in high heels.
The window slowly descended, and she stuck her head out to see Qufeng sitting in the front driving and showing a row of big white teeth to her: "Miss Yu, please come up."
Yu Yao nodded slightly.
She learned this time and automatically opened the back door of the car.
Sitting beside Chen Zhongyuan.
The man took off his suit jacket and tie, leaving only a thin black shirt on, leaning back in the chair. Perhaps due to a busy and tense morning of meetings, his brow was slightly furrowed, conveying a sense of fatigue.
"Mr. Chen."
Yu Yao raised her smile and glanced sideways to greet.
Chen Zhongyuan turned his head to look at her, a warmth appearing in his eyes, "You can call me A Yuan in private."
"Okay, A Yuan."
Yu Yao did not refuse, very naturally changed the mouth.
The man smiled and pulled her hand into his, playing with it in his hands.
The soft and slippery touch made him indulge, also remembering the gorgeous night last night.
He was not a person who craved much, and had always been very restrained in this area, but last night he lost control.
Yu Yao felt the warm large hand of the man, her body slightly stiff, but then thought of their relationship as boyfriends and girlfriends, and how intimate they had been last night, quickly relaxing.
Let the man play with her hand.
The car slowly came out of the underground parking lot and smoothly merged into the flow of cars.
About half an hour later, the car stopped at a Michelin-starred restaurant in Central.
Yu Yao looked at it and said, "Just for lunch, there's no need to come here."
She remembers it is very expensive here, a simple pasta costs nearly 2000 yuan, and it's an ordinary Italian pasta without truffle sauce or caviar.
It's normal for the per person cost to be 4,000 yuan at dinner.
"It's okay, let's go in."
Chen Zhongyuan rubbed her head and got out of the car first.
Yu Yao had no choice but to follow him down.
A few minutes later, the two of them sat in a private room.
She dared not order anything on the menu, although she knew the man opposite her was quite rich, but they were not married at the moment, and she did not want to spend too much on him.
Chen Zhongyuan saw that she was hesitant to order, so he guessed her preferences and ordered several dishes.
There were no fancy presentation, flashy ingredients, impressive techniques, or innovative methods - just simple homecooked dishes.
The ingredients were just ordinary seafood and cow viscera, with basic cooking methods being grilled.
However, this was a well-established restaurant in the port area that had been around for decades, and even the top wealthiest people in the port area also liked to come here.
The first dish was a grilled ox liver and cheese, with only salt and Italian vinegar seasoning, but it was enough to make one's appetite soar.
The following dishes were grilled seafood, and Yu Yao particularly liked the grilled prawns, which were sweet and crispy.
There were also a few vegetable dishes, which were simply boiled, but were very tasty.
Chen Zhongyuan sat opposite her, eating slowly and leisurely, very elegant.
When he was satisfied with a dish, he would push it in front of her for her to taste.
Yu Yao would always smile and then enjoy the meal heartily.
Of course, she still maintained her elegance while eating.
Qufeng ordered a pasta dish and sat in an outdoor booth, not joining the two of them.
Meanwhile, a pink Bentley with two license plates was speeding past, and had stopped in the parking lot of the Michelin restaurant.
After a while.
Moments later, two young women got off the car, both dressed in extremely exquisite and fashionable attire, glittering with jewels and wearing brand-name labels.
The woman who got off from the left side of the back seat was Zhou Jiatong, and her face looked very bad.
Today, she specially invited her best friend out to have a meal and also to vent about her troubles.
"A Tóng, stop it, what's such a big deal? Look at how ugly your face is. It's just an actor, right? Once we find out who it is, I'll beat her up for you, okay?"
A very beautiful woman came over to talk while walking.
She had hair the color of seaweed, long curls cascading over her shoulders. Her features were exquisitely beautiful and vibrant. She was wearing a luxurious red velvet dress adorned with a mountain of dazzling gemstones.
She carried a designer handbag, and her entire presence exuded a sense of luxury and indulgence.
Zhou Jiatong looked at her friend and said with a bad mood, "I'll handle this myself, there's no need for you to help."
She was just about to step into the restaurant when she happened to glance at a black Rolls-Royce Swepta that looked strikingly familiar in the parking lot.
Zhou Jiatong, carrying her bag, walked over and looked closely at the license plate.
Then, her eyes brightened instantly.
"Is A Yuan here?"
She exclaimed in surprise and then pulled her best friend quickly into the restaurant.
Zhou Jiatong did not respond to the waiter's greeting and looked around the restaurant.
She immediately spotted Chu Feng sitting at a table and eating.
Chu Feng is Chen Zhongyuan's assistant, which Zhou Jiatong knows, and they also know each other.
"Hey, A Feng, it's been a while."
Zhou Jiatong walked over and patted Chu Feng's shoulder.
Chu Feng was startled, and upon seeing Zhou Jiatong, he realized that his boss was having dinner with Miss Yu inside. His expression became a bit stiff.
However, he realized that Zhou Jiatong and his boss were not engaged, and they had no substantial relationship. He quickly regained his composure and put on a calm expression.
"Miss Zhou, it's really a coincidence. Are you here with friends for dinner?"
He stood up, took a glance at the blonde woman beside Zhou Jiatong, and smiled as he made a casual greeting.
Zhou Jiatong smiled and said, "Yes, I invited friends here to eat, and I was wondering, where is A Yuan? I haven't seen him yet."
She looked around the restaurant again, trying to estimate which private room he might be in.
Chu Feng's face stiffened again, and he said awkwardly, "Mr. Chen is inside discussing business with a client."
The meaning is to tell Zhou Jiatong not to disturb and not to tell her which private room Chen Zhongyuan is in.
Zhou Jiatong naturally understood, her face drooped, and she grumbled unhappily: "So they're discussing business."
She believed she was quite considerate, and knowing that Chen Zhongyuan was conducting business, she wouldn't disturb him at this time.
She then pulled her best friend to sit down at a table in the restaurant.
Zhou Jiatong did not sit in the private room but chose a card seat outside.
And she chose a spot with an excellent view, where she could easily see anyone coming out of the private room.
Inside the private room.
Yu Yao had stopped eating by this time, slouched in her chair and slapping her stomach.
Such a natural and unguarded moment fell into Chen Zhongyuan's eyes, stirring up a ripple of emotion.
Being natural and unpretentious is great.
Having seen too many insincere gestures, this genuine and unfeigned authenticity is truly rare.
Chen Zhongyuan tucked away the waves in his eyes, "Are you done eating?"
Yu Yao nodded slightly.
"By the way, where do you live?"
He took a sip of tea and asked the girl across from him.
"Shantou District," Yu Yao answered honestly.
"It's too far and not good enough."
This is Chen Zhongyuan's evaluation of her residence.
Yu Yao smiled indifferently, the original owner's mother had racked up a lot of gambling debts and even pledged her to He Zhichao.
What could one expect to afford a better place?
Chen Zhongyuan was silent for a long time, suddenly saying, "There is a villa in Fengqiao Yelin that will be transferred to your name tomorrow. I will give you the key then, and you can move in after that."
"I don't want it."
Yu Yao slightly furrowed her brow, and rejected it without hesitation.
The man had just transferred 10 million yuan to her this morning, and now he was offering her a villa. It would inevitably give the impression that she is materialistic.
Seeing the man's puzzled expression and his apparent displeasure, she quickly explained, "I've always lived with my family. If I were to suddenly move out, it wouldn't be easy to explain."
There was the 10 million yuan transferred to her this morning, and Chen Zhongyuan asked her to pay off her mother's gambling debts.
She doesn't know how to explain this to her family.
Should she say that she won the lottery?
"Then your whole family can move in." Chen Zhongyuan looked at her calmly and said lightly.
"But how would I explain the origin of the villa?"
She raised her eyebrows and looked at the man across from her. She didn't want to expose their relationship to her family now.
Chen Zhongyuan didn't say anything. He just stared at her silently, making Yu Yao's scalp tingle.
Four eyes met, and the air was still.
Yu Yao quickly looked away, as stiff as a statue.
The man's imposing aura enveloped her head.
His deep gaze swept over the girl's face for a brief two seconds, did not linger, but the weight was heavy.
"Huh..."
A short, urgent "huh" escaped his lips.
Yu Yao's body became even stiffer, and she dare not look at him.
The next second, Chen Zhongyuan's cold voice echoed in her ear.
"I haven't even kept you hidden, and you hide yourself first. Do I look so unapproachable to you?"
