He's spoiled rotten; that wolf cub knows how to flirt and be affectionate.

Someone revealed that the fondant doll cake was a gift from a wealthy fan in K God's live stream, and then the haters started to get active.

The story goes that K-God was kept by a rich woman, that he fell into depravity and became a plaything, and that the rich woman spent a fortune just for one night with him.

There's nothing they won't say, only things you can't imagine.

After logging into her account, Qu Yi received numerous mentions and private messages.

The private messages were all quite bizarre, some even disgusting. She glanced at them and ignored them.

This incident has caused quite a stir, as it involves fans. The official account of the TG team even issued a statement tagging Qu Yi's account, but she has been busy and hasn't had time to log in, which is why she only saw it now.

While I was browsing comments, a new message popped up in the notification bar at the top of my phone.

Zhan Zheyan sent the message, asking her to dinner. Qu Yi happened to be thinking about breaking off the engagement with him, so she agreed.

This restaurant is newly opened, and the food is said to be quite good. In just one month, it has quickly become a famous internet-famous spot.

Many people might think that popular online photo spots are unreliable, and when looking for good food, they generally don't go to these places.

She went straight to her pre-booked table when she entered, so she didn't notice that someone's eyes had been following her intently ever since she walked in.

"Hehehe, what are you doing? Did you see someone you know?" Mingxu waved his chubby hand in front of his eyes.

Ling Ye narrowed his dark eyes as he watched the girl he had been longing for walk towards a certain spot where a man was sitting.

Mingxu tilted his head to look at what he was looking at, and asked in confusion, "You know them?"

Ling Ye withdrew his gaze: "That doesn't count."

He only knew one of them.

What does "not count" mean?

Mingxu scratched the back of his head, looking a little bewildered.

A glass of juice was placed in front of Qu Yi. She picked it up and took a sip, and then heard Zhan Zheyan's laughter.

"I didn't expect you to like drinking fruit juice."

"Fortunately."

Qu Yi's coldness was obvious to Zhan Zheyan. He changed the subject and brought up another topic: "I heard you acquired a club, and I also sponsored a team. If you are interested, I can take you to see the base. I should have some experience in team management. Cui Jue is managing it for you, right? If you have any questions, you can come to me. I'd be happy to help."

"It's just something to do casually, nothing serious."

Before Zhan Zheyan could say anything more, Qu Yi spoke up first, saying, "I have something to tell you."

Zhan Zheyan was secretly pleased, thinking that Qu Yi had finally softened.

"You said."

"Regarding the engagement, I grew up abroad, and we didn't know each other very well, so the engagement should be called off. What do you think?"

“…Cancel?” Zhan Zheyan’s body stiffened. “Understanding between two people takes time to build, and I think we haven’t spent much time together yet.”

Seeing that Qu Yi remained unmoved, Zhan Zheyan continued, "Maybe we are the most suitable for each other. If we don't get to know each other better and end things so hastily, it would be such a pity to miss out on each other."

Qu Yi took a sip of juice and didn't say anything. She had already found the most suitable person.

Back home, Zhan Zheyan looked grim. Before he could even speak, his wife, dressed in a beige cheongsam with her hair pulled back, glared at him.

"Grandpa Lin called and said the engagement is off. Didn't you have dinner with Qu Yi? What did she say?"

James Chan ran a hand through his hair in frustration: "She just brought up the matter of breaking off the engagement."

"This engagement absolutely cannot be canceled, you understand."

"I know, I know!" Zhan Zheyan became even more agitated, and the thought of Qu Yi's indifferent expression filled him with anger.

"Also, that college student, cut ties cleanly."

"……talk later."

"Ayan!"

"I'm going upstairs."