Chapter 238: Young Master Han is Eating Personally

Award ceremonies were plentiful at the end of the year.

Gao Zhe was preoccupied with the artists in his company, busy with the projects starting next year, busy with the New Year’s plans, and busy rotating through one drinking gathering after another.

He was stretched thin.

Nan Jiaojiao detected the dissatisfaction in Lu Zhenzhen’s tone, but she said nothing.

Whether Gao Zhe was around or not, she never gossiped; matters of the heart are as personal as the warmth or coolness of the water one drinks.

“Want to drink but not get drunk, let’s go blow some cold wind by the river tonight.”

“Sure, let’s head to Wang’s Tavern; their alcohol won’t get you drunk, it’s by the river, just a few steps downstairs after dinner.”

Lu Zhenzhen grabbed the car keys from the small animal shelf on impulse, and as she headed out, she casually asked, “Really not getting a car for fun?

You either take public transport or ride a shared bike every day, addicted to playing the poor student?”

Nan Jiaojiao nodded slightly, pressing the elevator button, “One shouldn’t forget their roots, I was poor to begin with.”

Lu Zhenzhen thought about it and realized it made sense.

“True, I was born with a silver spoon, born to never run out of money, people shouldn’t forget their roots, my life is meant for riches and luxury.”

Rich but not ostentatiously wealthy, luxurious but not vulgar.

Lu Zhenzhen was well-mannered and never flaunted her wealth.

People might even dislike clothes with logos, the only ones she wore apart from those designed by Nan Jiaojiao were from top international designers, barely recognizable to the less discerning eye.

They had just ordered when Lu Zhenzhen asked for a bottle of red wine, pouring only for herself, leaving not even an empty wineglass in front of Nan Jiaojiao.

“What will I drink?”

“Wine, didn’t I say I brought you here to drink?”

Nan Jiaojiao stared at the wineglass in front of Lu Zhenzhen.

“That won’t do, you can’t drink that, that’s for adults.”

The waiter brought over a glass of champagne, which Lu Zhenzhen took and sniffed, “This one’s not strong, you drink this.”

Nan Jiaojiao disdainfully refused to take it, “I don’t want this, I want the red wine, I also want what the adults drink.”

“Be good, listen, just drink this.”

Lu Zhenzhen placed the champagne in front of her, cajoling her like a child, “Alcohol is bad, your breasts are still developing, you shouldn’t drink.”

Nan Jiaojiao silently glanced at Lu Zhenzhen’s chest, constrained by a tight-fitting suit.

Like a pair of balls.

Pretty and not garish, the key was they had visual impact without swinging about wildly.

Nan Jiaojiao quietly took the champagne into her hands and sipped it, asking softly, “How did they develop?”

Lu Zhenzhen burst out laughing, “Bo Yanching didn’t help you?”

Nan Jiaojiao, sporting an innocent face, asked, “How could he help?”

Lu Zhenzhen raised her hand, held it in front of her, and made a grabbing gesture in the air.

Nan Jiaojiao’s face flushed, she held her breath, “So embarrassing, You and Gao Zhe, you play around like this in private?”

Lu Zhenzhen gave her a look that said more than words could convey.

“Yo, two beautiful ladies, what a coincidence, here for a meal too?”

Han Qi suddenly appeared, hands tucked into the pockets of his jeans, his arms forming half-circles as he walked, the zipper of his black leather jacket clinking against his sleeves with a click-clack sound.

Lu Zhenzhen smiled and said, “It’s a coincidence indeed, Young Master Han is also dining with his mouth?”

“Absolutely, it’s fate.

Since we met, why not share a table?”

Han Qi didn’t bother asking for permission and was about to sit when Nan Jiaojiao, gripping her cutlery, pointed at him, her face resuming the serious expression of a young maiden, her cold gaze sweeping over him, “Leave by yourself, or shall I paralyze you and then have you roll out?”