No? Can I read the mind of my mortal enemy?

The other people were genuinely curious.

Has Pei Jingnian's temper improved with age?

Not only did they not break up with Shi Qiao's boyfriend, but now they're even tolerating Shi Qiao dating male models?!

Coming to this class reunion today was definitely the right decision.

I'm so full just from eating melons.

At the other end, Shi Qiao gripped the ground with her toes.

To put it bluntly, she wasted her breath.

This male model shop, Jinye, is like an endless game; she can't escape it, she can't get out of it.

The ghost won't leave!

And then, of all times, she appeared just when she had finally managed to appease Pei Jingnian.

She really didn't expect that this "performance" of making lemon tea by hand would mean this!

Shi Qiao immediately covered her face with both hands, not daring to look at it at all.

Jiang Youran was so frightened that she shrank to Shi Qiao's side. "What should we do, Shi Qiao? Although I like to appreciate handsome men, male models are a different story..."

"Especially after seeing Xia Heng like that last time, it made me even more disillusioned with men who date three times..."

"Sister, may I sit next to you?" The slender man was the first to approach Shi Qiao, flashing a wide smile.

Shi Qiao, who had been covering her eyes, quietly parted her hands slightly, revealing the gaps between her fingers.

Well, I have to say, the employees at Jinye are indeed carefully selected.

These three courts and five eyes—any one of them could make you willingly rave about for gold coins.

Meanwhile, another man behind them had already begun his so-called performance.

The thin fabric made his muscle lines barely visible, but his "performance" of making lemon tea by hand made his great physique shine through.

Shi Qiao tilted her head slightly, trying to cover up her misunderstanding, and secretly parted her fingers a little more.

hiss……

Sha?

She only looked for two seconds longer, and her ears started to feel hot.

Well, that's only human nature.

Reason quickly spurred her wandering mind to shut her fingers.

He glanced at Pei Jingnian beside him.

I probably didn't see it.

Shi Qiao snapped out of her thoughts and immediately made a stop gesture.

"No, no, no, sir, no need." She moved a little to the side to avoid suspicion, using her small bag to create a small distance between them.

"I think we don't need a performance, just bring us lemon tea." Shi Qiao winked and made faces at Jiang Youran.

Upon receiving Shi Qiao's plea for help, Jiang Youran nodded vigorously, "Yes, yes, we don't need to perform! Really!"

The thin-skinned man and the thick-skinned man looked at each other, then suddenly looked aggrieved. "Sister, is there something we didn't do well enough?"

They glanced in the direction of the waiter and lowered their voices, "The boss has stipulated that the service time must exceed..."

"I know your boss," Pei Jingnian said, leaning back in his chair.

His features were already sharp, and now that he was in the shadows, only the faint reflection from the floor cast a soft glow on his face.

Upon hearing the words "know the boss," both of them swallowed simultaneously.

"So it's okay if your performance time didn't meet the requirement." Pei Jingnian's fingertips, which were holding the wine glass, turned white, but he kept a friendly smile on his face.

"I will explain this to your boss properly."

He emphasized the words "explain properly".

[They killed Lu Zi.]

Although the two male models didn't know what was going on, they turned around and glanced at the waiter who was timing their assessment. After the waiter nodded, they quickly bowed.

The waiter ran up, looking equally bewildered.

But in the service industry, apologizing first, regardless of the circumstances, is always the right thing to do.

"I'm so sorry, we'll refund this order..."

Shi Qiao hurriedly waved her hand and took out her phone to scan the tips for the two young men.

"No, no, this is our own problem, it has nothing to do with you."

She didn't want to make things difficult for the working people, so she kept apologizing in a low voice.

"It was our own fault for not understanding the situation clearly. This is compensation for your lost wages. We are really sorry."

The waiter nodded blankly, his mind still a mess, but he didn't say much. He bowed twice, said thank you, and left with the two male models beside him.

A few minutes later, two pitchers of freshly made lemon tea were served.

The lemon tea was so hot it felt like it was burning your hand. Shi Qiao quickly got up, took the lemon tea, and walked around in circles, laughing it off, "I didn't expect there to be so much."

"I'll give you all some to help you sober up."

Seeing this, Jiang Youran hurriedly picked up another pitcher and started distributing lemonade from the right half of the circle.

There was one cup left after Shi Qiao finished serving, which was just enough for Pei Jingnian.

She ignored Pei Jingnian and forcefully pushed the lemon tea in the opposite direction from him.

With an innocent smile, she blinked rapidly.

Pei Jingnian pushed an empty glass towards him, propped his head up with one hand, and stared blankly.

"I drank quite a bit today too."

"Shi Qiao, won't you get me a drink?"

He spoke softly, so that only two people could hear him.

Shi Qiao froze, then pushed the lemon tea further away.

"This... isn't really suitable for you." She poured the last bit of watermelon juice into Pei Jingnian's bowl. "You drink this."

"Drink more, drink more, it'll cool you down."

*

On the way home, Pei Jingnian called a designated driver and then another car to take Jiang Youran home.

The two sat in the back seat, so quiet that sometimes they could only hear their own wildly beating hearts.

Pei Jingnian leaned his head against the window, keeping his head turned away from her.

Shi Qiao was terrified, Shi Qiao screamed inwardly, Shi Qiao crawled in the shadows.

If Feng Heng was an uncontrollable variable, then this hand-beaten lemon tea was a disaster she brought upon herself.

Moreover, she told Pei Jingnian that she definitely wanted to try this handmade lemon tea...

Suddenly, Pei Jingnian spoke up:

"Hand-whipped lemon tea..." He slowly turned his head, resting one hand on the car window frame, propping his head up. "Is it good, honey?"

It's going to break.

Shi Qiao pursed her lips, stepped forward and gently took Pei Jingnian's hand, "Pei Jingnian, I didn't know that the hand-made lemon tea... also included two male models."

She tilted her head back, her eyelashes fluttering slightly as she spoke, her watery eyes gleaming.

The air that had been pressing on his chest suddenly dissipated.

The man held her hand back, leaning most of his weight on Shi Qiao, and gently rubbed her hand against his cheek. "I know, it's all Lu Zi's fault."

How could my wife be wrong?

"But... if my wife really likes it, I can too."

Shi Qiao was stunned. "Like what? I... I don't like those things."

Pei Jingnian leaned close to his ear, squinting, "I saw it, you were secretly watching."

He bit Shi Qiao's earlobe as a slight form of punishment.

"Honey, I know way more than they do."

"Not only can I make you a hand-whipped lemon tea demonstration."

"I can also perform 'Thick Milk Tea,' my wife."