Five years after their breakup, a prominent lawyer is desperately seeking reconciliation.

In the lobby of the Jinlan Hotel in Haicheng.

Wang Yiran tried desperately to pull down her skirt, but her mother slapped her away.

"If you keep pulling, your breasts will be exposed."

"But this skirt is too short. If I bend over even slightly, my butt is exposed."

"Can't you just sit up straight? Why do you have to bend over?"

Mrs. Wang glared at her with a look of exasperation.

"I'm telling you, you absolutely can't let me down today, understand? We'll talk about everything after dinner when we get home."

Aunt Wang also chimed in from the side.

"Yes, Ranran, just bear with it for your cousin's sake. If you really don't like it, just find some excuse in a few days."

Wang Yiran nodded impatiently: "Okay, okay."

"Ladies, which private room would you like to see? Do you have a reservation?"

"Private room number 13, please."

Aunt Wang showed the waiter the message her son had sent her.

"Okay, room number thirteen is on the third floor. Please follow me."

The waiter quickly led them to their destination.

Wang Yiran tugged at her skirt again, took a deep breath, flashed a standard smile, and pushed open the door to the private room.

But... there was no one inside.

"Hey? Waiter, where are the people in the private room?"

Mrs. Wang stopped the waiter who was leading the way and asked in confusion, "We clearly booked room number 13, but why is no one here? Could you please check if the person who made the reservation is surnamed Yang?"

The waiter looked down at the tablet in his hand and looked at it for a long time.

"That's right, the person who made the reservation for room number 13 is surnamed Yang. Please wait patiently for a while, there might be traffic on the way."

Wang Yiran rolled her eyes. This person was late for their first meeting; they really had no sense of time at all.

Wang's mother's expression was also not very good, which clearly showed that she did not take the women's side seriously.

Only Aunt Wang pushed the two of them into the private room.

"Oh, it's the boss, traffic jams are understandable, we'll be fine later."

Wang Yiran scoffed, "Auntie, is the traffic jam only affecting the big boss?"

Aunt Wang clicked her tongue and pulled her to sit down.

The waiter quickly brought the tea, and Wang Yiran took a sip. The tea was quite good.

She took out her phone and, feeling utterly bored, sent a message to Jiang Wan.

Upon learning that she was going on a blind date, Jiang Wan asked three questions in a row in surprise.

"Does Shen Juan know? Does he agree? Isn't he going to blow it up?"

"Completely agree."

"How could that be? Old Wang, pull back from the brink! Don't let Shen Juan set you up."

Wang Yiran's eyes darkened considerably.

Shen Juan...

Thinking about his attitude when she got home last night, Wang Yiran felt a tightness in her chest.

When she learned that she had to go back to prepare for a blind date, he simply hugged her gently and told her to drive carefully.

He didn't say anything else!

Is he overconfident in himself, or is he indifferent to her?

Wang Yiran sighed and quickly replied to messages on the screen.

Half an hour passed quickly, and still no one came.

Wang Yiran was getting a little impatient and urged her aunt to call and ask when they would arrive.

Aunt Wang took out her phone and called her son, but the call was repeatedly disconnected.

She looked up and gave an awkward smile.

"Hehe, no rush, no rush, maybe it's on its way, let's wait a bit longer."

Another half hour passed.

Wang Yiran's patience had completely run out, and she stood up, supporting herself on the table.

"The court hearing is tomorrow, and I have another case to attend to, so I can't stay."

"Ranran, you can't leave, wait a little longer."

Aunt Wang quickly got up to pull her up.

But Wang Yiran was in a fit of anger, and no one could stop her. She strode towards the door.

Just then, the door to the private room was finally pushed open.

Wang Yiran's cousin, with a fawning smile on his face, pushed open the door to the private room and then stood to one side.

"Mr. Wan, please come in."

Behind him, a young man wearing a black polo shirt and navy blue casual pants walked in.

Although I knew he was nearly 40, he looked quite young at the moment.

He had regular facial features, and a pair of frameless glasses sat on his high nose.

Behind her eyes were a pair of upturned, almond-shaped eyes that seemed to hold a deep affection as they moved.

However, the overall look is a bit greasy.

Upon seeing Wang Yiran, a look of amazement flashed in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, a big order suddenly came in right before I was about to leave work and I need to sign it."

He spread his hands and shrugged. "You don't know, being a boss is tiring. You have to do everything yourself, big or small. I'm really sorry."

Wang Yiran didn't respond, but her mother and aunt waved and smiled.

"We understand, we haven't been here long. Please sit down."

"Mr. Wan, please."

Wang Yiran's cousin naturally led the man to the head seat, and the man sat down naturally, picking up the menu on the table.

Mrs. Wang's face stiffened. She wanted to say something sarcastic, but when she turned her head and saw the expensive-looking watch on the man's wrist, she forced a smile and sat down to the side.

Chao Wang Yiran frantically winked at her, urging her to come and sit down quickly.

The moment Wang Yiran lowered her head, she rolled her eyes and casually sat down nearby.

The man coughed lightly, and after everyone looked over, he spoke.

"Miss Wang, right? Let me introduce myself first. My name is Wan Baolai. You can find any other information about me on Baidu Baike, so I won't go into details."

"Ranran."

Wang Yiran's cousin immediately chimed in.

"You have no idea how outstanding our CEO Wan is. He was the top student in our class back in school, and we all admired him."

Wan Baolai chuckled softly, raised his hand, and gestured for him to stop talking.

"That all happened more than a decade ago, let's not talk about it anymore."

"Miss Wang, what would you like to eat? Seafood is our specialty here, please order whatever you like."

"I'm sorry, I'm allergic to seafood."

Mom glared at me, as if to say: You brat, why didn't you say you were allergic to seafood when you were eating that big crab yesterday?

The man raised an eyebrow: "It's alright, I recommend you try their baked snails, they're just as good as those in French restaurants."

"I'm sorry, I'm allergic to snails too."

Wan Baolai's smile faded, and he looked at Wang Yiran's cousin with a half-smile.

"Mr. Wan, she is really allergic to snails. When we were kids, we went up the mountain to catch snails together. I told her to keep the snails we caught, and when we came down the mountain, both of her arms were swollen like her legs."

The man blinked, seemingly surprised that there were actually people allergic to this stuff.

"Then... Miss Wang, have some vegetables."

The dishes were served quickly.

Wang Yiran kept her head down, focusing intently on the plate of wild walnuts and mixed wild vegetables in front of her.

Mrs. Wang and Aunt Wang kept asking about all sorts of information about the man.

The more he asked, the more satisfied he became, almost as if he wanted Wang Yiran to give birth to his son on the spot!

"Ranran, why don't you quickly toast President Wan? You two are really destined to meet, you even went to the same elementary school."

Wang Yiran was both amused and exasperated.

Since he and his cousin are classmates, they must also be from the same hometown.

Their town only has one primary school, but isn't it all the same primary school?

Wan Baolai raised his glass: "What a coincidence, Miss Wang, let me toast you."

Wang Yiran sighed and picked up the teacup on the table.

Suddenly, the door to the private room behind me was pushed open.

Before Wang Yiran could turn around, she heard a voice that was all too familiar ringing out behind her.

"Hmm? Mr. Wan? I was just passing by and heard your voice, so I thought I'd drop by. Hope I haven't bothered you?"

Wan Baolai immediately put down his chopsticks, a fawning smile on his face.

He walked from the head of the table and extended his hand before even reaching us.

"Oh my, oh my, Young Master Shen, you're eating here too?"

Shen Juan's smile gradually widened.

"I'm here to see my girlfriend."

"Your girlfriend? Which private room is she in? What's her name? I'll have the waiter find her for you; I know this place well."

"Really? Thank you, Mr. Wan. My girlfriend's name is Wang Yiran!"