Bai Yueguang returns to China, don't be a spare tire, divorce Lin

When Zhao Jinyu mentioned this, there was a hint of ridicule in his eyes, and his gaze fell on Ye Wanqing, making it difficult to tell whether he was serious or joking.

Ye Wanqing didn't take his words to heart. With a slight smile on her lips, she elegantly flipped through the menu on the table, her fingertips lightly running over the two delicacies: "Mr. Zhao, you're too serious. These are just small matters. I really want to try these two dishes."

She easily changed the subject, and Zhao Jinyu didn't pursue it any further. He just smiled and said, "Then add these two."

For two people, four exquisite dishes are more than enough to fill the meal time.

Ye Wanqing raised the corner of her mouth into a faint smile: "That's great."

Zhao Jinyu was truly a comforting person, his emotional intelligence admirable. He only needed to ask about topics Ye Wanqing didn't want to discuss once and never brought them up again, giving her a way out while also preserving his own dignity.

The dinner ended in a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere, and the two also agreed on the specific time to go to the crew.

By the time we left, night had quietly fallen and the outside world was shrouded in darkness.

"I guess Miss Ye drove here by herself?" Zhao Jinyu looked at Ye Wanqing who was about to pick up her handbag, with some speculation in his words.

Upon hearing this, Ye Wanqing smiled and replied casually, "Mr. Zhao is right. I did drive here by myself."

"In this way, I have missed an opportunity to show my courtesy as a gentleman." His words were natural and fluent, without any trace of embarrassment.

Ye Wanqing glanced at him and said softly, "Then I'll go first, Mr. Zhao."

"Okay, be careful on the road, and don't forget to let me know when you get home." Zhao Jinyu instructed.

"nature."

Zhao Jinyu did not see her out because he knew Song Bin would come to join in the fun tonight, so he stayed in the restaurant and waited.

Not long after Ye Wanqing disappeared outside the door, Song Bin rushed in. "Hey, where's Miss Ye? She's gone, isn't she?"

Song Bin, this name is totally inconsistent with his personality. He is a typical rich kid, cynical, but he is extremely picky in choosing a partner. Although he is a playboy, he still has insurmountable principles in his heart, which makes him stand out among many playboys.

A few years ago, a photo of Ye Wanqing and Old Mrs. Lin went viral on WeChat Moments. In the photo, Ye Wanqing was wearing a long dress, with a graceful figure, a gentle and generous face, and the jade bracelet on her wrist added a bit of nobility, like a rich peony blooming in the world.

This photo happened to be seen by Song Bin, and since then, he has given Ye Wanqing the title of "Beauty Ye", which is not only a compliment to her beauty, but also an undisguised expression of his desire for Ye Wanqing.

Upon learning that Zhao Jinyu was having dinner with a beautiful woman, Song Bin could no longer sit still and hurried over.

After all, Ye Wanqing is currently single, so it is reasonable for him to pursue her.

But the prerequisite for pursuit is acquaintance. Unfortunately, Song Bin was abroad some time ago and missed Mrs. Lin’s birthday party. Otherwise, it might have been his turn to play the “hero saving the beauty” scene.

Zhao Jinyu was leisurely sipping tea when Song Bin came over and kicked him without any hesitation: "Hey, I'm asking you a question!"

"Just left, didn't you run into him?" Zhao Jinyu replied, a hint of teasing in his tone, "You haven't run into him yet, it seems like fate really doesn't wait for anyone."

Song Bin and Zhao Jinyu had known each other for over twenty years. Upon hearing this, he immediately sensed something was amiss: "Hey, you're not really interested in Ye Wanqing, are you?"

"I'm not as superficial as you." Zhao Jinyu responded indifferently, and the implication was naturally to mock Song Bin for only looking at appearances.

"Really? Then how do you explain going to the hospital in the middle of the night last time?" Song Bin asked unwillingly.

Zhao Jinyu rolled her eyes at him. "If you're sick and don't go to the hospital, are you expecting it to heal on its own? Is your brain rusty because you haven't been there lately?"

Song Bin curled his lips, walked to the window, looked down, and saw the iconic red Ferrari at a glance.

"Is the car that Ye Wanqing usually drives this red Ferrari?" Song Bin asked.

Zhao Jinyu frowned slightly: "What did you do?"

Song Bin chuckled, "Nothing, it's just that the parking space here is a bit tight, so I gave her a little help."

As soon as he finished speaking, his cell phone rang.

This was the first time in Ye Wanqing's life that she encountered someone who parked his car like this. Although the parking space was tight, he could have parked his car more neatly instead of leaving half of the car lying across hers.

Fortunately, the other party left their contact information, and the car was of decent quality. Ye Wanqing decided to dial the number based on the principle of less trouble is worse than more.

The April night in the capital was a bit chilly. She was wearing a thin knitted long skirt, and the breeze made her feel a chill.

Ye Wanqing didn't have to wait long. Before five minutes had passed, the other party had already hurried over: "Miss Ye?"

The man was dressed casually, with a tall figure and handsome face. He wore a watch on his left wrist, a style she had seen in Lin Xuan's collection.

She withdrew her scrutinizing gaze and nodded slightly: "Excuse me, who are you?"

"My name is Song Bin. It was my car that blocked your way, right?" he explained.

"Yes, Mr. Song, please move the car." Ye Wanqing said politely.

"Sorry, sorry, I was in a hurry to meet a friend and didn't pay attention." Song Bin said as he got back into the car and quickly moved it back.

"Thank you, Mr. Song." After thanking him, Ye Wanqing got into her Ferrari and drove out of the parking space.

Song Bin watched the red Ferrari drive away, a playful smile on his face: "Interesting."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a dull pain in his shoulder. Zhao Jinyu patted him lightly, "Don't have any thoughts about her."

"Why do you say that?" Song Bin asked back.

Zhao Jinyu ignored him, lowered her head to light a cigarette, held the cigarette butt in her mouth, and looked straight at him.

The two looked at each other for a moment, and Song Bin shrugged helplessly: "Okay, brother's woman, I won't touch it."

Zhao Jinyu was too lazy to argue with him and walked straight to his car: "Whatever you think."

He did have a good impression of Ye Wanqing, but Zhao Jinyu knew in his heart that Ye Wanqing was no ordinary woman.

She seems to hold a detached attitude towards everything in the world, including her pursuit of the opposite sex.

She really didn't care. This indifference was not a pretense, but came from her inner calmness. She had no emotional ups and downs at all about that kind of thing.

Although Song Bin likes to play tricks, he is an old friend of more than 20 years after all. Zhao Jinyu does not want to see him fall into the pain of not being able to get what he wants.

Ye Wanqing knew nothing about the relationship between Zhao Jinyu and Song Bin, and she had no idea that Song Bin was interested in her. Even if she knew, she would still remain indifferent.

On the way home, she was thinking about whether to call Su Zimo, after all, Qingming Festival was approaching.

In the end, Ye Wanqing suppressed the thought in her mind and did not dial the number. However, as soon as she stepped into the house, Su Zimo called unexpectedly.

There are two days in a year when Ye Wanqing always deliberately avoids contact with the outside world. Su Zimo knows this very well, so on the eve of Qingming Festival, he is always extra cautious in his words.

"Sister Wanqing, will you go back this year?" Su Zimo asked softly.

"Well, if you are busy, you don't have to come back specially. He won't blame you." Ye Wanqing's tone was calm, but Su Zimo could feel that there were waves hidden under her inner calmness.

"I will try my best to ask for leave and go back." Su Zimo responded.

"Okay." Ye Wanqing simply replied and then changed the subject, "How is your crew progressing now?"

"It's going pretty smoothly. If there are no unexpected events, we should be able to wrap up soon."

"Get some rest and take care of yourself." Ye Wanqing reminded with concern.

"I understand, Sister Wanqing, you have to take care of yourself too." Su Zimo replied.

Ye Wanqing didn't give Su Zimo a chance to continue and directly let him hang up the phone. Su Zimo looked at the phone in his hand, his brows furrowed, and his mind was full of thoughts.

Eight years passed in the blink of an eye.