The engagement was with the younger brother, but I've fallen for the older brother.

Si Yimian felt a chill on the back of her neck.

The store she chose is real, but Leo asked her in the group yesterday if she was free tomorrow morning, and she declined because she had class.

Unexpectedly, this person actually staked out the location.

She lowered her voice and replied, "I didn't know he was here."

After saying that, I felt like I was explaining something.

Explaining it is tantamount to feeling guilty. What is she feeling guilty about?

He Sichen placed his palm on her lower back and pushed her forward a step.

"Go in."

Si Yimian turned her head and glared at him, only to see him walk straight towards the booth by the window.

She took a deep breath and followed.

Leo stood up, a polite social smile on his face.

"Mian, is this the one from last night?"

Before Si Yimian could speak, He Sichen pulled out a chair for her and made room for her before sitting down next to her.

Si Yimian secretly glanced at He Sichen as she sat down.

After he sat down, he didn't look at Leo. Instead, he pulled out the menu from the table, flipped to the breakfast page, and pushed it towards Si Yimian.

"Let's order something first."

He tapped the menu with his finger.

"You used up a lot of energy last night, so make sure you get more protein."

Si Yimian almost dropped the water glass she had just picked up.

Can't this person be more mindful of the context when they speak?

Leo's fork hovered in mid-air, as he tried to interject, "Their salmon bagels are pretty good too..."

She doesn't eat raw or cold food.

He Sichen closed the menu, lifted his eyelids to look at Leo, and spoke politely.

"She has a sensitive stomach; she had acid reflux after eating something cold in the morning."

Then he turned his head and said a string of English words to the waiter at a steady pace.

Leo took a sip of his Americano, glanced between the two men, put down his glass, and extended his hand to He Sichen.

"Sir, we didn't have a chance to get to know each other properly last night, just call me Leo."

He Sichen raised his hand to shake hers, and his lips curled up slightly.

"Sorry, I was so focused on ordering."

"He Sichen, Mianmian's boyfriend."

Si Yimian was drinking water when she heard this and almost choked.

Boy friend?

When did you level up?

Last night, when he knelt down and said he wanted to be a dog, she thought he had set himself up as a pet.

How come I automatically became your boyfriend when I woke up this morning?

This guy's promotion speed is even more outrageous than his endurance in bed.

At this moment, the waiter came over with a tray and placed the food and drinks on the table one by one.

Si Yimian put the water glass back, then picked up the cup of hot cocoa and took a sip.

The sweet, milky aroma had just slid down her throat when Leo's voice followed.

"Last night you said you were the person she slept with half a month ago."

He paused, his words polite but not revealing his curiosity.

"What, you got promoted?"

Just as Si Yimian was about to speak, her throat tickled, and hot cocoa went into her trachea.

"cough!!"

She suddenly turned her head and coughed twice, covering her mouth with her hand, her shoulders trembling.

He Sichen raised his hand, placed his palm on her back, and gently patted it a couple of times.

"Drink slowly."

He reached across the table, took the cup of hot cocoa in front of her, added a sugar cube, stirred it twice, and then pushed it back.

Then he turned to Leo and answered the question he had just asked.

"My identity was rather conservative last night."

"There's no need to be conservative now."

Leo raised an eyebrow and looked at Si Yimian, confirming with her again.

"Boy friend?"

"he……"

Si Yimian suddenly didn't know how to start the conversation, but in the end she acquiesced.

"Uh, sort of..."

Leo frowned slightly: "Mian, you told me before that you were single."

"That was the case back then."

She answered confidently and without hesitation.

Si Yimian's answer reached He Sichen's ears, and the rim of the cup that was pressed against his lips paused slightly.

It's like a piece of candy falling into your heart, slowly melting away, leaving a sweet feeling.

Then he lowered his eyes, took a sip of coffee, and his Adam's apple bobbed down.

I tried hard to suppress the urge to smile.

She is acknowledging herself.

Although it's a probationary period, I'm already wearing my employee badge around my neck.

Next, we need to transform this "calculate" into "is".

Leo chuckled, placed the coffee on the table, and tapped his knee twice with one hand, looking relaxed.

He turned and glanced at He Sichen, his gaze showing no sign of backing down.

"What does Mr. He do for a living?"

When Leo asked this question, his tone was casual, yet tinged with a sense of superiority.

In the Boston study abroad community, Leo is considered to be among the very top tier.

With a wealthy family background, a strong personality, decent grades, and excellent social skills, they naturally stand at the top of the food chain among this group of people.

He always looks down on people, especially Asian men, always with the preconceived notion that they are inferior to him.

He's never short of people handing him business cards; what he lacks are people he can accept with both hands.

He sized up the man in front of him.

She is indeed good-looking; both her physical appearance and bone structure are excellent.

But what does being good-looking really mean these days?

Judging from his appearance, he's probably one of those second-generation rich kids in China who think they can do whatever they want just because their family has some wealth.

This kind of person is the lowest priority in Leo's social radar. How can you compare to him?

"Medical care".

He Sichen pulled a business card from his suit pocket, held it between two fingers, and handed it over across the table.

When Leo took it, he was relaxed and casual, pinching the card with his thumb and flipping it over, his gaze falling on it.

The business card is a minimalist white thick card with the Yu'an Medical Group logo subtly embossed in the upper left corner.

Leo's gaze swept over the few lines of text on the card, and the casual smile on his face gradually froze.

He Sichen.

Executive Director of Yu'an Medical Group.

Leo tightened his grip on the business card, pressing the edge of his fingers together to create a crease.

Yu'an is a medical investment company that is dissected and analyzed every week in different topics.

Yu'an is at the pinnacle of the domestic private healthcare sector, with seven joint laboratories in North America and three production lines in Europe.

When it listed on Nasdaq last year, there was a column in the underwriters' list that overlapped with the person on this business card.

That was a connection his father had made through several layers of connections.

After Leo took back the business card, his attitude became much more subdued.

The previous laziness vanished, and he immediately switched to a formal, focused social mode.

"Mr. He, I've long admired you."

The tone shifted from curiosity to respect, skipping all transitional phases.

"The circle here isn't very large, but there are some resources that can be shared between shipping and healthcare."

"If you have time, Mr. He, you can leave your contact information. We might be able to spark some ideas for some projects."

He Sichen ignored his polite words and simply raised his chin.

"My business card has my email address, so I can send you project-related messages directly via email."

Leo knew the importance of Yu'an.

If they could establish a connection with Yu'an, his shipping business could triple.

"Mr. He, this..."

"Eat breakfast first."

With a single sentence, He Sichen brought the situation back to the table.

Si Yimian watched Leo's face undergo a complete transformation and almost couldn't hold back her laughter.

She lowered her head, took a bite of her bagel, chewed it a couple of times, and suddenly felt the atmosphere was too awkward.

She put down the bagel and took a tissue to wipe her mouth.

"I'm going to the restroom."

He Sichen looked up, his gaze lingering on her face for a moment.

"Um."