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Chapter 808: The number one on the leaderboard is having trouble sleeping again tonight (10)

She sat in the back seat, looking down at her phone for a while. About five minutes later, she looked up and saw that they were still standing there. She frowned and asked, "Why aren't you moving?"

The driver, drenched in sweat, said, "Miss... the navigation couldn't find it..."

Song Zhishu: "..."

Good heavens, has it become this unpopular?

Having no other choice, Song Zhishu could only frown and give him a nearby place to wait.

The familiar gloom and chill made her sigh, "Thank goodness it didn't close down." She walked in, and suddenly a greeting rang in her ears: "Welcome."

Although it was still quite startling, and sounded like a summons to the underworld, Song Zhishu looked at him in surprise, her upturned lips like a gust of hot summer wind: "Oh, not bad, you've improved a lot, you've made your point clearly now?"

Bian Yan didn't even need to look up to know who was coming.

Her arrogant tone and slanted eyes made it seem as if all living beings were mere ants beneath her, unworthy of her attention. Yet, she preferred to use her haughty words to toy with all living beings, or rather, toy with him.

After saying "Welcome," Bian Yan ignored her and stood quietly, as if he hadn't heard her.

Song Zhishu didn't sit down this time, but stood in front of the counter. She wore a gorgeous red velvet dress, and her exquisite makeup accentuated her striking figure. The dark red lipstick, visible beneath the black netting hanging from the matching hat perched on her head, made her appear like a bottomless, colorful black hole—mysterious, dangerous, yet beautiful. With her arms crossed and an air of nobility, she ordered two milk teas. Seeing the two people in the kitchen already busy, she didn't disturb them, but instead glanced casually at Bian Yan, who was wearing a dark, hole-like uniform, and suddenly smiled: "Mr. Bian, how did you sleep last night?"

Bian Yan was very sensitive about his surname. His originally misty eyes were now filled with frost and snow. When his cold and wary gaze fell on Song Zhishu, she even had the illusion that she was being stared at by a venomous black snake.

"How do you know my surname?"

She investigated him?!

Why investigate him without his consent?!

Do you know how impolite this is?!

He was roaring and trembling inside, questioning everything, but his face remained expressionless; one could only tell he was angry by looking into his dark, lifeless eyes.

When he spoke at length, his unique, cool, minty voice had nowhere to hide, making Song Zhishu's ears feel pleasant.

Song Zhishu twitched his lips, his slender, pale fingers lazily pointing to the sign hanging on his chest, which was surrounded by a bunch of hearts and "aww" sounds and had the word "Bianyan" written in a cute, cartoonish font. He calmly said, "You told me that."

Bian Yan looked down and then could no longer lift his head.

It's so annoying. Nobody cares about or pays any attention to this bubble tea shop, let alone this gloomy cashier, not to mention the name tag on his chest.

Bian Yan extended an unnaturally pale hand, his well-defined fingers flipping over the sign on his chest. He then lowered his head even further, appearing no different from usual. But who was Song Zhishu? She was always extremely free and noticed that Bian Yan's ears, which were originally like white jade pearls embedded in black hair amidst lush ebony, were now as red as if they were dripping blood.

Song Zhishu: Hehe.

"Mr. Bian, why aren't you saying anything? How did you sleep last night?"

Her voice trailed off with a smug tone, laced with a blatant teasing, which, combined with her elaborate and flamboyant red rose-like attire, exuded a captivating air of superiority.

Bian Yan's breathing quickened, but he still didn't speak. Silence was his Cambridge that night.

[Ding! Target's affection level -1, current affection level -3.5]

How annoying! People who like to play tricks on others are really annoying.

Song Zhishu discovered that in real life, Bian Yan's emotions were frighteningly stable. His happiness and unhappiness fluctuated in increments of 0.1.

Since that's the case, she can tease him without any restraint! Yay!

Song Zhishu rarely had the chance to tease her little villain. Sometimes it was because of his character, and sometimes it was because of her own character. In any case, it was always a sad thing. Now that she had the chance, she certainly wouldn't let it go.

Seeing Bian Yan silently angry but still handing her the milk tea, Song Zhishu was in a good mood and said to the kitchen staff, "Gentlemen, have you considered my words?"

The two, having finished their work, came out one after the other. Song Zhishu refused to communicate with the male shop owner, so the female shop owner, dressed in a vibrant, colorful dress, winked and smiled at her: "Darling~ the shop can't possibly be sold~ after all, this is the fruit of our love~" She looked at the male shop owner, who had laboriously turned his head towards her and half-squatted down to gaze deeply into her eyes, with affection. The two of them said in unison: "Right~?"

Song Zhishu: So tired.

She observed carefully. The male shop owner was dressed simply, and Song Zhishu, who was familiar with brand names, could not see any cleverness in the fabric and design. On the contrary, the female shop owner was lovely, and her clothes were all from mid-range brands, but they were exquisite in every way. It was obvious that she had never suffered.

What's going on? Could it be that two rich kids have come to open a shop together?

"...You guys, aren't you short of money?"

After hearing her question, the two looked at each other and said in unison again, "Not bad at all."

Song Zhishu raised an eyebrow; that was it.

"We only have a 28-year mortgage and a 6-year car loan! The future looks promising!"

Song Zhishu: ………

No, how can you be so optimistic?

Song Zhishu looked helplessly at Bian Yan, wanting to sympathize with him. But the young man, who had been indifferent before, was now standing straight, looking at the couple with tears in his eyes and a face full of relief.

Wait, are you a fan of their pairing?!

Bian Yan: What happened?

He admitted that his two bosses were indeed acting strangely, but then again, how normal was he himself?

Perhaps he was born into a place too impure, so when he sees love so pure that it seems it shouldn't exist in the world, he can't help but approach, envy, and be moved.

Finally, both sides compromised: Song Zhishu only needed to invest money to participate, while the operation and other matters would still be handled by the couple.

It's like a pie falling from the sky.

Bian Yan coldly looked at Song Zhishu's arrogant little face, thinking about his CP and what this troublesome guy wanted to do and what he was after.

Coincidentally, the young couple also asked...

Song Zhishu smiled, her beauty unparalleled: "I just hope that I can have a part in all the good things in this world."