A Young Woman's Heart

But wouldn't buying too little make me look too stingy?

This situation left Mo Xueyao in a dilemma.

Those who don't care about what others think are ultimately a minority.

In such upscale places, people always try to make themselves appear more classy, ​​or at least to be similar to others.

"I'll just have a latte, what do you guys want?" Mo Xueyao left the choice and the pressure to the others.

“I’ll have a latte too…” Lu Chengyuan also took a deep breath, trying to control herself.

It's important to understand that even in this era, there are still some remote fourth- and fifth-tier cities that haven't developed, where most people at the bottom of society only earn three hundred yuan a month...

"Latte," Li Wanyan said last.

"So, three lattes, you mean? Don't you need some snacks?" The waitress, who could tell the three were still high school students, smiled very kindly. "Would you like to try the blueberry chocolate mousse cake? There's a sample in the glass display case; one of these costs ten dollars."

That's not a cake at all.

It was clearly just one bite.

Mo Xueyao's hands were not big to begin with, and the cake was even a little smaller than her hands.

But the price is so high.

You could eat until you're sick of it if you bought twenty steamed buns for ten yuan.

Mo Xueyao and Lu Chengyuan shook their heads in unison.

"Coffee is enough, cough..." Mo Xueyao said awkwardly.

The waitress at the counter maintained her professional smile and nodded slightly, without showing any disdain.

I must say... no wonder it's a professional coffee shop.

Sometimes, those who look down on ordinary people the most are actually other ordinary people...

"Please find a seat, the three of you. The coffee will be served to you once it's ready."

"Okay..." Mo Xueyao was a little embarrassed and didn't want to stand there any longer.

But Li Wanyan asked, "Excuse me, can I get a refill of my coffee?"

"Of course you can." The receptionist showed no surprise at all. "We can help you refill your drink when you're done. Just press the button on the table."

"Okay, okay!" Mo Xueyao nodded awkwardly. "Thank you..."

"You're welcome."

However, the thought of refills made her start calculating how many drinks she would need to drink to get her money's worth...

However, most people probably wouldn't intentionally ask for a refill.

A second cup should be enough.

If I continue too much, that would be... a bit embarrassing.

The three of them found a seat by the window and laid out their homework. Not long after, three cups of coffee were brought over.

The coffee mug wasn't very deep, and the coffee inside had a rich, mellow aroma.

But when I drank it, I found it to be much more bitter than the instant coffee I usually drink in art clubs.

Mo Xueyao took a small sip, then cleared her mind and began to do her homework seriously.

Lu Chengyuan is the kind of student whose grades are neither high nor low. She can concentrate fairly well, but her thinking speed is not fast enough. Sometimes it takes her more than 20 minutes to solve a problem, and her answer may still be wrong.

Mo Xueyao and Li Wanyan could solve this kind of problem in about five minutes with a very high accuracy rate.

The coffee shop's lighting wasn't bright, nor was it dim; it just shone softly.

The sound of a piano came from the side. Mo Xueyao looked up and glanced around, but couldn't see the person sitting behind the piano.

The music played was all soothing, allowing people to quietly do what they wanted to do.

Music only serves to regulate emotions; it does not affect people in return.

Although there are many cars and people coming and going outside, there is not much noise.

The window glass seemed to be multi-layered, providing excellent sound insulation, which made Mo Xueyao even wonder if it had bulletproof properties...

However, a coffee shop located in the middle of the road really needs to have sturdier windows and walls.

Even if someone were to drive while fatigued and crash into us, it wouldn't cause too much damage.

However, it seems that it has never been hit in the past ten years or so. I heard adults say that the coffee shop is designed in a special way so that people can see it clearly and avoid it, making it almost impossible to bump into it.

When Mo Xueyao had drunk most of her second cup of coffee, she finally finished her homework.

"Xiaoyao, are you done writing?"

"Ah."

"I'm almost done too. Please check my answers with me later."

"Either is fine." Mo Xueyao stretched and stood up from the chair.

Even those who were talking kept their voices down, making the place very harmonious and quiet.

The sound of the piano echoed, and Mo Xueyao walked curiously to the side, wanting to see what the person playing the piano looked like, but instead saw a familiar, round figure.

He was wearing a suit and tie, looking like a little adult—it was Gao Yuan.

Suppressing her surprise, Mo Xueyao quietly walked behind him and watched him play the piano elegantly.

He was surprisingly good at playing the piano; he played with ease, and even with his eyes slightly closed, as if he were completely absorbed in the music.

A piece of music is only good when it is imbued with emotion, just as a novel is only good when it is imbued with emotion.

When the song ended, Gao Yuan turned around to look at the person who had walked up to him.

"Oh, Mo Xueyao?" Gao Yuan smiled slightly, completely unlike his usual frivolous demeanor. "How long have you been here? I haven't seen you at all."

"It's been so long, I've finished all my homework."

"Homework?" Gao Yuan's eyes lit up, then she immediately reverted to her usual self. "Uh, can I borrow it to copy? I don't want to get up early tomorrow..."

"Then you need to get Wanyan's consent first."

"What? The class monitor is here too. Sigh..." Gao Yuan sighed. "How did you all end up here?"

"Hmph... It's okay to splurge once in a while, right?"

"What did you order?"

"Cough, coffee..." Mo Xueyao scratched her cheek awkwardly.

"Oh, okay, then I'll treat you."

"You're not going to play anymore?"

“I only occasionally come to this shop to play the piano when I feel like it; I’m not the real pianist.” Gao Yuan stood up. “Someone will take over for me later.”

"You don't own this shop, do you?"

"Of course not, but the owner of this shop is my uncle."

"Okay, it's pretty much yours now." Mo Xueyao covered her forehead. "You're really rich."

"Heh, don't worry about such superficial things." Gao Yuan stood up with a smile and waved to the waiter.

"Mr. Gao, is there anything I can do for you?"

"Hmm, four cappuccinos for my friend, and four cakes, each with a different flavor."

"OK, wait."

"Thank you." Gao Yuan smiled and nodded elegantly, but when she turned to look at Mo Xueyao, she immediately became as cheerful as ever. "Hehe, do you mind if I sit at your table for a bit?"

"Okay..."

……

Chapter 277 The Typewriter

No one expected to run into Gao Yuan here.

However, it wasn't too unexpected.

Even though he dressed like a young master.

But everyone already knew that this guy's family was very rich.

His father appears to be a real estate developer, with assets likely in the tens of millions, if not hundreds of millions.

In this day and age, the top prize in the lottery is only five million.

Many lottery buyers say that if they win five million, they'll never have to worry about food or clothing for the rest of their lives.

It's easy to imagine how enormous a number tens of millions is.

"This coffee shop is quite close to the school. I've been coming here often since I started high school." Gao Yuan, dressed in a suit, sat down steadily, completely unlike his usual impetuous self.

"Alright, stop pretending to be serious, it's awkward to watch," Mo Xueyao muttered, her eyelids drooping. "Do you live around here?"

"They don't live around here."

"So how are you going to get back later?"

"Bike."

"You can ride a bike—?" Mo Xueyao's eyes widened in surprise, while Lu Chengyuan beside her shook her head vigorously.

"Huh? Haven't you seen me riding a bike? I ride a bike whenever it's sunny."

“You usually run too fast, except when you’re on duty. Who knows how you got back?” Mo Xueyao glanced at him sideways. A plate next to her caught her eye, with four delicate cakes on it.

"Is it that fast?" Gao Yuan's gaze shifted to the cake. "Here, one slice for each of you. Pick whichever you like; they're all delicious."

"Well, you guys choose first," Mo Xueyao said modestly.

"Then I won't be polite, this one with strawberries will do." Lu Chengyuan tilted her head and smiled, bringing the cake to herself.