Quick Travel: Destiny for Thirty Lifetimes

The meeting place was changed the next day. Lian Qingyang had said that he would never go to that cafe again, so they booked a private room on the second floor of a restaurant near his home.

The decoration style of this restaurant is very simple and cold, which seems to be very suitable for Zuo Yanchen, the cold-hearted president. Lian Qingyang was not in a hurry to go out this time. He waited until the agreed time was almost up before leaving. When he pushed open the door of the private room, he hesitated for a second, but when he opened it, there was no one there.

"Alright, you're addicted to teasing me, aren't you?" He clicked on his phone to check the time and gritted his teeth, "It's already time, and you're late again. Bad review, bad review!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a voice came from behind him: "What bad review?"

The voice was a little different from the one on the phone, less cold. Lian Qingyang immediately turned around and looked at the person who came, and the moment he saw the person, he blurted out "Fuck".

The person in front of him frowned and said, "Don't swear. Go in first."

Lian Qingyang nodded blankly, walked into the private room obediently, found a seat and sat down, then began to swallow his saliva inexplicably.

Even though he had seen many good-looking people, none of them had the same impact as Zuo Yanchen when they met face to face just now. His elder brother had always been talking about how strong Zuo Yanchen's work ability was, but he never said that Zuo Yanchen would be so handsome!

Zuo Yanchen was holding the menu and ordering food. He was wearing a suit, and his temperament was out of place here. His face was not as cold and expressionless as Lian Qingyang had imagined, and his facial features were not three-dimensional and deep.

Even when he is not smiling, the corners of his lips are slightly upturned, and the corners of his eyes are round. When he lowers his eyes, he looks a little pitiful, but it is neutralized by the upturned corners of his mouth. He may be mixed-race, with deep eye sockets, obvious double eyelids, and a straight nose. Looking at his facial features alone will not give people a strong sense of oppression, but he is handsome and impactful.

When you look up at someone, your eyes are sharp for a moment and then slowly soften. The person being stared at will only think that such a focused look is too affectionate.

Even the hands blocking his eyes looked so beautiful, with distinct joints, looking very powerful, and waving left and right.

Wait, waving it left and right? Lian Qingyang retracted his thoughts from the person in front of him and saw a hand blocking his way.

Seeing him come back to his senses, Zuo Yanchen put down his hand and handed him the menu: "What else do you want to order?"

Lian Qingyang shook his head, pushed the menu aside, and said seriously, "This is enough."

He came here to persuade the other party to gain personal freedom, so how could he be fascinated by her beauty first? What a mistake!

After the waiter pushed the door open and left, Lian Qingyang refused the water offered to him, sat up straight, and tried to be serious: "Mr. Zuo, I want to know why you keep asking to meet with me. What's your reason?"

Zuo Yanchen put down his water cup, placed his hands on his knees, sat up straight, and corrected him, "This is our second meeting. Although my Chinese is not very good, I still have basic common sense. You can't use it like this over and over again."

"This is standard Mandarin, isn't it good to call it Chinese?" Lian Qingyang said, realizing he had strayed from the topic. He shook his head, "No, no, that's not the point. The point is what your purpose is in meeting me. Because I heard from my friends that it's not easy to meet you."

Zuo Yanchen thought for a few seconds, then spoke apologetically, "Am I really too abrupt? If you feel uncomfortable with this, you can tell me. I still have a lot to learn about socializing in China."

Huh? How could this guy have two faces? He's so bossy and cold on the phone, yet so polite and well-behaved in real life. What a weirdo.

"No, no, I didn't expect that you are different from the legendary domineering president. I would be very happy to have a friend like you." Lian Qingyang laughed dryly and poured himself a glass of water and took two sips.

Zuo Yanchen's hands under the table were tightly clutching the fabric on his legs, but his expression was gentle: "Really? But the first time I saw you, I felt that you should spend the rest of your life with me."

Lian Qingyang was stunned for a moment, then blurted out, "Ah? That would be very boring."

"what?"

"No, no." Lian Qingyang quickly waved his hand to justify his words, "What I mean is, if you look at my face all day long, you'll get tired of it in two years, let alone a lifetime! And, and!"

Without waiting for Zuo Yanchen to speak, he continued mysteriously, "Maybe you don't understand yet. You know the five elements of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth, right? Look, there's fire in your name, and there's water in mine. You know, fire and water are mutually exclusive. If we were together, we'd probably be fighting all day!"

Seeing Zuo Yanchen's solemn expression and his head lowered in silence, Lian Qingyang felt that he had definitely fooled him, so he continued, "Besides, if you want to be with someone for a lifetime, you can't just look at appearances. What if you get along with me and find that I'm full of flaws, you might abandon me and look for someone else."

Wow! He is really good at talking. If he can't fool Zuo Yanchen with this, then his last name is not Lian.

Zuo Yanchen, who had been lowering his head, finally looked up and took out his mobile phone screen to show it to Lian Qingyang.

Lian Qingyang looked over and saw that it was a chat interface between him and himself: "What's wrong?"

Zuo Yanchen pointed at his name and analyzed it carefully. "The 'Yang' in your name also carries the character 'fire', so our names don't conflict. You also said that if we want to be together, we can't just look at appearance, and if we don't want to be together, we can't just look at names. Besides, if my name becomes a factor that prevents us from being together, then I don't mind changing it."

As he spoke, he switched the interface to show the chat history between him and his father. It was the message he had just sent, asking his father if he could change his name. The other party replied with "Why?" He replied, "This affects my pursuit of the love of my life." The other party replied, "If you don't regret it," which meant agreement.

Lian Qingyang read it carefully, then broke down and covered his face with his hands, his voice filled with tears: "Oh brother, I really beg you, I don't want to get married! I want freedom, can you give it to me? If not, can't I just be your boss peacefully?"

It's really ruined. I even brought shame to the other party's parents. Zuo Yanchen's behavior not only didn't move him, but made him feel very childish. Changing one's name to pursue love, is this really what a normal boss would do?

Zuo Yanchen was indeed silent. The dishes were just being served, so Lian Qingyang simply ignored everything else: "Let's eat first. Eating is the most important thing in the world. If you're not actively eating, there's something wrong with your mind. There's no point in worrying about other things now!"

Unexpectedly, just as he stuffed a piece of meat into his mouth, Zuo Yanchen sighed with a compromising look on his face: "Okay, after marriage you can be free and do whatever you want."

The air fell silent as he spoke, and with a "pop", the meat in Lian Qingyang's mouth fell onto the table.

No, brother, do you have an unspeakable disease? Why are you so anxious to get married?