Chapter 146 - What Are You Implying?

Chapter 146: What Are You Implying?

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Su Peizhen’s expression immediately darkened. Qiu Yanbo shrugged casually. “I guess you could say that. I just feel that she didn’t provoke you in any way…”

“Her mere existence provokes me.” Su Peizhen jumped up from her seat, glaring at Qiu Yanbo with a look of blatant displeasure. “What’s going on? What are you implying? Do you see her in a positive light now? You’re even starting to take pity on her.”

“What are you talking about?” Qiu Yanbo moved forward to grab her hand and made her sit her down opposite him. “Why should I take pity on her?”

Saying that he took pity on her was a bit of a stretch, but when she had turned to smile at him, the look of tenderness in her eyes was memorable.

“Hmpf,” Su Peizhen was vexed. “Yanbo, I don’t care about what happens around me; you’re very much aware of that. However, Su Qingsang is someone I detest. You should know that, right?”

He was her fiancé, after all. If he were to side with Su Qingsang, she would never take it lying down.

“Look at you. What gibberish are you spouting?” Qiu Yanbo placed the cup of tea in front of her. “Don’t you worry, you are my fiancée.”

This marriage was arranged by the Qiu and Li families, and both of them were completely clear about that.

Su Peizhen remained bothered. Nobody would like an illegitimate daughter. She was no different.

“Yanbo, pick a time and we’ll get our wedding pictures taken. Then we’ll fix a wedding date.”

“Sure,” Qiu Yanbo nodded. “When the time comes, I’ll speak to your parents about it and work out a suitable date.”

Su Peizhen was finally pacified by the firm attitude he showed when he made that statement.

At that moment, the waiters started to serve the dishes. Qiu Yanbo steered their conversation in another direction and the argument that had taken place just now seemed like it never happened at all.

Only Qiu Yanbo knew that the memory of Su Qingsang crossed his thoughts from time to time. It was a little endearing to him.

…

Su Qingsang was completely oblivious to the fact that she had nearly become the cause of an argument between Su Peizhen and Qiu Yanbo.

She was enjoying Huo Jinyao’s attentiveness to her needs in another private dining room.

“Here, taste a bite of this fish.” Huo Jinyao placed an already deboned piece of fish in Su Qingsang’s bowl as he spoke.

“I remember that you had a few more helpings of this fish the previous time you tried it. I guess you like this dish?”

Su Qingsang’s hand, which was moving her chopsticks, halted, and she looked up at Huo Jinyao. There was a complex look in her eyes.

She was not very particular about food, but Huo Jinyao was really attentive towards her.

He would always remember which dish she had preferred, however superficially. Not only would he remember, he would also order dishes according to her liking on subsequent occasions.

A good example was this steamed turbot. She had merely helped herself to a few more bites of this dish the previous time they had ordered it, but he had remembered that.

“Hurry up and eat. It’s not going to be as nice if it gets cold.”

Huo Jinyao scooped a bowl of soup for her as he spoke. “You know what, this restaurant just changed their chef. It has been said that the new chef’s ancestor was a cook in the royal kitchen in the olden days. This dish was served to the emperor in the palace.”

“It’s just a commercial marketing strategy. You don’t really believe that, do you?”

Su Qingsang laughed, but she humored him by helping herself to some more of the dish.

On the other hand, Huo Jinyao was enthusiastically picking out the bones from the fish for her. Su Qingsang observed the way he concentrated on the task and the annoyance she felt towards his ‘aggression’ for the past two days dissipated substantially.

“It’s fine now. There are no more bones.”

Huo Jinyao placed some fish into Su Qingsang’s bowl, and only noticed her fixated gaze on him when he looked up.

“What’s the matter?”

“Huo Jinyao,” Su Qingsang suddenly put down her chopsticks and looked Huo Jinyao in the eye with all seriousness. “Why do you treat me so well?”