The two of them didnât chat privately. They bickered in the group chat, quickly drawing out Gu Xinuo.
A cartoon pig with a disdainful expression was thrown into the chat.
"Arenât you two childish? If you have nothing else to do, help process some documents."
The message had barely been sent for two seconds before Ye Jiuliang and Ji Mingqian simultaneously went offline, as if they had planned it in advance.
Far away at headquarters, Gu Xinuo laughed in exasperation, thinking, theyâre both incredibly childish, but itâs rare for them to be so in sync about something.
At the restaurant, Ye Jiuliang noticed Ji Mingqian also appeared offline, and a low chuckle escaped his lips.
Suddenly, the sound of high heels "clacking" approached steadily.
Ye Jiuliang looked up, and the woman in a red dress was coming back.
However, the overwhelming smell of her perfume seemed to have faded.
"Um, may I sit here?" The woman in the red dress stopped and pointed to the chair opposite Ye Jiuliang, asking softly.
Ye Jiuliang gazed at her suspiciously and didnât immediately agree, "And you are?"
"Iâm Smithâs daughter, my name is Becky." The woman in the red dress finally remembered she hadnât introduced herself, and a bright smile appeared on her face.
"I mean no harm. I just didnât expect to meet you here, got a bit excited earlier, hope you donât mind."
Smith?
Ye Jiuliang immediately recalled the blond, brown-eyed man he had just greeted. So she was his daughter.
"Go ahead, sit."
With permission granted, Becky smiled happily and pulled out a chair to sit down.
Without beating around the bush, Ye Jiuliang asked frankly, "Is there something you need?"
"Um..." The smile froze on Beckyâs face, and she hesitated.
"Well..."
After waiting for quite a while, she finally managed to get out a complete sentence, prompting Ye Jiuliang to say, "Feel free to speak your mind."
Becky took a deep breath, blushing as she asked, "I heard you and Ji Mingqian are close; do you know what type of women he likes?"
Ye Jiuliang understood; it turned out to be about Aqianâs love life.
She pressed her lips together, suppressing a smile, "Do you like Ji Mingqian?"
A tinge of embarrassment flitted across Beckyâs eyes, and she nodded lightly. She said in a soft voice, "I fell for him a year ago."
A year ago?
Ye Jiuliang raised an eyebrow, wondering if Achen might have some romantic debt outside.
"Do you know him?"
"No, I donât." Becky shook her head, biting her lip gently. "I saw him once at the racetrack; he doesnât know me."
It was her one-sided crush. She had tried to get his contact info, but every time she called, it was a dead number, or it was picked up by his manager, who said he had another personal number, but no one knew, and they couldnât tell her.
She had always been following his news, so naturally, she knew he and Ye Jiuliang were good friends.
She didnât want to have a one-sided crush forever; she wanted him to know that someone out there liked him, and she wanted to pursue him openly.
Fortunately, it wasnât a romantic debt; otherwise, if Asheng found out, Aqian would be in trouble, Ye Jiuliang thought to herself.
"I know youâre good friends with Ji Mingqian; can you tell me what type of women he likes?" Becky pressed on.
Ye Jiuliang picked up her glass, sipped the juice, and drawled, "There are actually lots of good men in the world. You donât have to tie yourself to this one tree of Ji Mingqian."
"I really like him. Please tell me, wonât you?" Becky said eagerly.
Ye Jiuliang responded tactfully, "You canât force feelings. Maybe you should think about it more."
"Does he already have someone he likes?" Women are always sensitive to these things; Becky fixed her gaze on Ye Jiuliang, speculating.
Ye Jiuliang tapped her fingers lightly on the table, pondered for a moment, and said, "If I say yes, what would you do?"
Upon hearing this, Beckyâs face turned suddenly pale.
He already has someone he likes?
She instinctively didnât want to believe it, "Youâre not lying to me?"
Seeing her slightly reddened eyes, Ye Jiuliang said gently, "You should give up."
To Becky, those words were an admission.
She clenched the hem of her dress, tears welling in her eyes, and her voice choked, "That person... what are they like?"
She sniffled, "The person he likes, what are they like?"
Ye Jiuliang gave her a look and softly said two words, "Very good."
When it comes to feelings, itâs better not to drag things out; if thereâs no hope, itâs better to give up sooner.
Beckyâs gaze was blank as she looked at her, her expression dazed.
To be praised like that, who could that person be?
She endured the heartache, her voice hoarse, "Have they been together long?"
Ye Jiuliang shook her head, a faint smile on her lips, "Not long together."
"How much does he like that person?" she asked again.
Ye Jiuliang replied, "This life, heâs decided itâs them."
That simple sentence shattered Beckyâs last glimmer of hope.
Her face turned pale, tears uncontrollably streaming down.
Canât she even have a shred of hope?
Must it be so cruel to her?
"Can you tell me that personâs name?"
Ye Jiuliang gently shook her head, "Sorry, I canât tell you that."