Chapter 1259: I'll Take You Back to Feisheng

Chu Yao’s gaze lingered intentionally on his lips for three seconds before slowly lifting her eyes.

Her eyes sparkled with a myriad of expressions as they met Mo Tingshen’s.

She seemed seductive, but her eyes were actually filled with an icy indifference.

There wasn’t a trace of genuine emotion.

Mo Tingshen neither advanced nor retreated, his shoulders relaxed, unaffected by her closeness.

His heartbeat remained steady as he calmly looked into her eyes.

“Tch!”

Chu Yao withdrew herself, “Boring!”

“Go back to your seat.”

“No, I want to sit here.”

Chu Yao insisted on sitting right next to him, so close that there wasn’t the slightest gap between them.

On Mo Tingshen’s side of the table, there were hardly any dishes, and she nonchalantly pushed them aside.

Resting her left hand under her head and leaning against his shoulder, she used her right hand to stir in the pot.

Despite her efforts, she couldn’t find a piece of meat, only vegetables, which made her instantly frustrated.

“Is your family so poor you can’t afford meat?”

Mo Tingshen glanced at the back of her head, “We can afford it, it’s all fed to you.”

Chu Yao snorted, couldn’t be bothered with him, and returned to her side to eat the meat.

She was the typical person whose eyes were bigger than her stomach.

She ordered a bunch of food but barely touched each dish.

When she claimed she was full, there was still a pile of untouched ingredients on the table.

Mo Tingshen was used to it.

When settling the bill, he asked the waiter to pack up the leftovers to be given to any homeless person they might come across, or if not, to feed the stray dogs on the street.

“I’ll take you back to Feisheng.”

“I’m not going back there!”

Chu Yao pulled his wrist to look at his watch, “It’s only eight-thirty.

Going back now would make me moldy from staying inside.

I refuse.”

Mo Tingshen turned to face her, “Then where do you want to go?”

Chu Yao gave him a weightless glance.

Gestured coyly with her finger.

Mo Tingshen instinctively leaned his shoulder down towards her.

But she didn’t speak, her breath merely tickled his ear.

Mo Tingshen turned his head to look, and Chu Yao’s mischievous eyes were waiting for him, speaking quietly from such a close distance, “None of your business.”

Mo Tingshen immediately looked displeased.

Chu Yao wasn’t intimidated by him.

She had already called a taxi through Didi before coming out.

Coincidentally, just as she finished teasing him, the car arrived.

She opened the door and got in.

The driver asked for the last four digits of her phone, and as she started to answer, the driver did a double-take, staring into the rearview mirror before suddenly turning to look at her.

“Chu Yao, you’re Chu Yao!”

Her face was completely uncovered, her sunglasses long since misplaced.

Even when recognized, she wasn’t fazed and responded openly, “Yes, it’s me.”

“Oh my God, I’ve seen a real, live celebrity!”

Chu Yao’s eye twitched, “Aren’t I just like you, a person?”

“I know!

I-I-Oh my, I’m so excited, I need to call my mom, no, wait, I’ll call my buddies.

I just picked up a celebrity!”

Chu Yao: “Friend, there’s a camera here, aren’t you afraid of getting fined?”

“Even if they dock my pay, it’s worth it!”

“Chu—Chu Yao, can I take a picture with you for my social media?”

“Sure, let’s take a selfie.”

Chu Yao leaned towards the camera, almost causing the driver to stop breathing in shock.

He clutched his chest until he finally calmed down.

Chu Yao wasn’t annoyed and simply waited for him.

The driver feared she would change her mind, and with a face flushed red, nervously came close to take a selfie with her.

He quickly posted it on his feed.

“Everyone says you’re really difficult, a diva without patience.

That’s nonsense!

If I see anyone bad-mouthing you again, I’ll stand up for you no matter what!”