To marry into the family in place of his brother? Impossible!

Zhao Wan'er emphasized the word "quite clever"!

She seemed to have confirmed something, a hint of amusement in her eyes.

He looked at Jiang Jin Huan with amusement!

Zhang Nan slammed the wine glass down on the table with a thud.

This shows his dissatisfaction.

Jiang Jinhuan chuckled and said, "I'm all alone, and I'm actually worried about having no one to keep me company."

He seemed oblivious to Zhang Nan's displeasure, stood up, and naturally walked to Zhao Wan'er's side. He pulled up an empty chair at the table that originally had only two chairs, and sat down directly next to Zhao Wan'er. "Don't mind sharing the table?"

When he said this, he didn't even glance at Zhang Nan.

Instead, he looked at Zhao Wan'er.

Zhang Nan's forehead twitched twice, but she tried her best to maintain a polite tone: "Jiang Jinhuan, this is a private dinner between Miss Zhao and me."

"I know," Jiang Jinhuan tilted his head to look at him, smiling innocently. "That's why I suggested we share a table. You guys chat, I'll eat, and we won't bother each other."

"Sister Wan'er, you don't mind, do you?" Jiang Jinhuan turned to Zhao Wan'er again and asked.

Because we were so close, it felt like I was speaking right in her ear.

Zhao Wan'er's fingers tightened slightly around the water glass, but she didn't pull away: "Whatever!"

Zhang Nan watched this scene, her temples throbbing.

He didn't expect Zhao Wan'er to agree so easily!

Doesn't this woman dislike men getting close to her? Why is she so tolerant of Jiang Jinhuan?

He took a deep breath and told himself to calm down.

Jiang Jinhuan knew Professor Ji after all, so Zhao Wan'er must have known him beforehand, which doesn't mean anything!

At this moment, Jiang Jinhuan very naturally picked up the glass of water that Zhao Wan'er had just taken two sips from, brought it to his lips, took a big gulp, then put it down and smacked his lips: "I'm so thirsty."

Zhang Nan's knife clattered onto the porcelain plate, and she abruptly stood up, glaring at Jiang Jin Huan: "Jiang Jin Huan, you've gone too far!"

Jiang Jinhuan looked at Zhang Nan in surprise, but his eyes were full of laughter. "Zhang Nan, how did I go too far?"

"Don't you know that water glass belongs to Miss Zhao?"

Zhao Wan'er glanced at Jiang Jin Huan, her eyelashes trembling slightly.

Then she picked up her water glass, which Jiang Jinhuan had already drunk from, took another small sip, and then casually put it down.

Seeing this, Zhang Nan's words suddenly got stuck in her throat!

Zhang Nan felt her blood pressure skyrocketing.

He gripped the napkin on the table tightly, his knuckles turning white, and his voice was forced out through clenched teeth: "Jiang Jinhuan, that's Miss Zhao's water glass."

"Really?" Jiang Jinhuan glanced down. "Sorry, sorry, I didn't notice. But Sister Wan'er shouldn't mind, right?"

He turned his head to look at Zhao Wan'er, a hint of a smile playing on his lips, his deep eyes looking especially beautiful in the candlelight.

Zhao Wan'er met his gaze, a slight smile curving her lips: "I don't mind."

Zhang Nan felt as if he had been hit hard in the chest.

He slowly sat down and began to cut the food on his plate, the knife and fork making a slight, harsh sound as they cut into the porcelain.

He dared not watch the interaction between Jiang Jinhuan and Zhao Wan'er anymore; he was afraid he would lose control and flip the table if he watched for even a second longer.

Jiang Jinhuan looked at the furious Zhang Nan with a cold and slightly mocking gaze.

This guy even dares to claim credit for saving someone's life; he has absolutely no bottom line.

He would naturally be ruthless in dealing with this kind of person; he would have to be even more shameless than him!

Zhao Wan'er's attitude, however, puzzled him.

While he was angry with Zhang Nan, he was also testing Zhao Wan'er. He just didn't expect Zhao Wan'er to be so tolerant of him!

Could it be because I've eaten at her house twice, one of which was at her invitation, that she treats me differently from others?

Then the waiter served the main course, a delicate pan-fried lobster with truffle sauce.

Zhang Nan used all her strength to maintain her expression, cut off a piece of lobster meat, and was about to say something to Zhao Wan'er when she heard a soft sigh from the side.

"Ugh, this shrimp is so hard to peel." Jiang Jinhuan frowned, looking at the whole lobster on his plate, seemingly at a loss. "I've never been good at peeling shrimp since I was a child."

Zhang Nan seemed to have finally seized an opportunity: "Jiang Jinhuan, you used to be so careful with even the steamed buns you ate when you were in school, you must have never eaten lobster before. Do you want me to teach you?"

Zhang Nanzhi was smug and looked at Jiang Jinhuan with disdain!

At this moment, Jiang Jin Huan ignored Zhang Nan and stared intently at Zhao Wan'er's plate.

On Zhao Wan'er's plate were peeled shrimp meat, neatly arranged to one side.

His eyes were full of envy!

Zhao Wan'er lowered her eyes and paused after hearing Jiang Jinhuan's words.

Then, to Zhang Nan's astonishment, he used his fork to pick up two pieces of peeled shrimp from his plate and put them into Jiang Jinhuan's plate.

"Eat." Her tone was as calm as if she were doing something completely ordinary.

Zhang Nan's smug face instantly froze and looked ugly!

The entire restaurant seemed to fall silent for a second.

Zhang Nan's expression froze completely. His lips twitched stiffly at first, then his entire face flushed red from his neck upwards, quickly turning ashen. His hands, gripping the knife and fork, trembled slightly, his knuckles turning white from excessive force.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but his throat felt like it was stuffed with cotton.

He watched as Jiang Jinhuan picked up his fork, put the two pieces of shrimp in his mouth, chewed a couple of times, and then squinted his eyes with satisfaction: "Sister Wan'er's peeled shrimp is so delicious."

Zhao Wan'er didn't reply, but she reached for her plate with her fork and peeled off two more pieces.

She put the peeled shrimp meat back into Jiang Jinhuan's plate.

This time, she didn't even look up at him; her movements were so natural and fluid, as if she had done it countless times before.

Zhang Nan's rationality was teetering on the brink of collapse.

He stabbed the lobster meat with his fork, so hard he almost pierced the porcelain plate.

He wanted to slam his fist on the table and stand up, to point at Jiang Jinhuan's nose and call him shameless, and to throw that glass of red wine in his face.

But he clenched his back teeth tightly.

No. We can't turn against each other. If we do, we lose.

Zhang Nan forced a smile that looked more like a grimace, her voice practically escaping from her throat: "Jiang... if you like shrimp, I'll ask the waiter to add another serving."

"No need, no need." Jiang Jinhuan waved his hand, put down his fork, picked up a napkin to wipe his mouth, and smiled kindly and harmlessly. "I'm already full. I really enjoyed the meal today. Thank you for your hospitality, Zhang."

He stood up and nodded slightly to Zhao Wan'er: "Sister Wan'er, please enjoy your meal. I'll be leaving now."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the restaurant entrance, his steps unhurried as if he were deliberately making a declaration to Zhang Nan.

Zhang Nan sat in the chair, clutching a napkin, watching Jiang Jinhuan's figure disappear through the door, her chest heaving violently several times.

He desperately suppressed the anger rising in his throat, turned to look at Zhao Wan'er, and tried to make his voice sound normal: "Miss Zhao, let's continue..."

Zhao Wan'er had already stood up.

She placed the napkin on the table, picked up her handbag, and smiled at him: "Zhang Nan, sorry, I have an international video conference tonight, so let's call it a day! We can meet again another time."