Gold Medal Sweetheart

When Wei Qing said this, his expression was more gloomy than usual. Tang Xin looked at him with some confusion, his slightly heavy mood.

In fact, she didn't blame him.

Actually, last night wasn't too bad.

Tang Xin smiled warmly and waved her hand magnanimously, "Don't say that. Work is more important."

In response to Tang Xin's comfort, Wei Qing mechanically pulled the corners of his lips.

His eyes fell on the bag, as if he was thinking about something. After a long moment, he smiled awkwardly, "Xiao Yi only sells clothes, not rents them. So, consider this piece of clothing as my apology."

Tang Xin was shocked. She knew that this kind of high-end dress was not cheap, and she didn't dare to accept it because it was so expensive.

She quickly declined politely, "This dress is very expensive, and I won't have many opportunities to wear it in the future."

Wei Qing put down his coffee and remained silent for a long time before he slowly spoke, "Value can only be measured by comparison. I think compared to my friends, it's not expensive."

Halfway through his speech, Wei Qing paused and replaced the name of the person he wanted to talk about with the word "friend".

Seeing Tang Xin's hesitation, Wei Qing added, "Maybe I won't have the chance to give you a gift in the future, so just accept this. It's a token of my love." He spoke neither lightly nor heavily, and when he said the last few words, he raised his eyes, looked at the person across the table, and smiled gently.

Tang Xin actually understood that if Xiao Yi's clothes were really only for sale and not for rent as Wei Qing said, she had already worn them and it would be inappropriate to give them to anyone else. She had no choice but to accept the dress.

"Okay then, thank you!" Tang Xin could only happily accept. However, a heavy weight weighed on her heart, and she could only repay this generous gift later.

As their coffee was almost finished, the ringing of a cell phone caught the attention of the two people still chatting. Tang Xin thought her mother must have remembered something and reluctantly picked up the phone. She looked down and saw Jin Taize's name.

"I'll get my suit in a minute."

The phone was close to his ear, but others could still vaguely hear the tone inside. Wei Qing looked away.

Tang Xin scratched her forehead. Her parents would be back soon.

"Didn't you say you were in no hurry?"

"I wasn't in a hurry yesterday, but I am in a hurry today."

Tang Xin was almost speechless at the man's bizarre logic.

"It's just one day, why are you in such a hurry? I'll take it to school for you tomorrow." Tang Xin didn't want to pay attention to him and gave another answer directly.

"I need it urgently tonight." Jin Taize's words left no room for maneuver.

"My parents will be back soon." Tang Xin reluctantly said the truth, "They took a friend's car to the entrance of the community, and I have to go pick them up later. It's not convenient today."

"What time is it?"

"About four o'clock."

"Does this have anything to do with me getting my suit now?" Jin Taize insisted, "I'll be there in a minute, and I'll leave right after I get it. It won't be a problem."

Then, without giving her a chance to speak, he hung up the phone.

Tang Xin was speechless as Jin Taize simply refused to listen to reason.

She was still outside, so she had to say goodbye to Wei Qing in a hurry with apology.

Wei Qing shrugged, very understanding, "It's okay, go ahead and do your work."

At the entrance of the coffee shop, Wei Qing watched Tang Xin scan the QR code for the shared bicycle, moved his lips, but ultimately did not say anything about taking her home.

Tang Xin got on her bike and said goodbye to him, "I'm leaving first. Bye."

Wei Qing raised his arms, his casual gesture possessing the elegance of an elite, and whispered, "Bye."

Watching her merge into the bustling street, Wei Qing sighed softly, the light in his eyes fading. A gentle breeze blew past, dispersing his whispered words, "Bye, Miss Ma Hu."