To make up for the debt owed to Lin Qingping and Gu Juncheng

Zhangzhu was good at embarrassing her brother, laughing loudly, "Brother, you're a doctor who opens people's heads, what can you treat Sister Qingtian?"

Zhiyuan: ...

Yes, Zhiyuan chose neurosurgery.

Qingtian, who had been trying to avoid it, burst out laughing at Zhangzhu's words.

Seeing her laughing like that, Zhiyuan figured she was probably alright, so he smiled too. "Okay, let's go eat."

The place Zhangzhu found to eat was in a hutong (alleyway), and it was more like a Peking Opera museum than a restaurant.

This restaurant offers a high degree of privacy for dining. Zhangzhu had booked a private room, but she wasn't in a hurry to go in. Instead, she stayed in the main hall to admire photos of famous Peking Opera performers and their calligraphy and paintings.

When Zhangzhu and Qingtian were presented with photos of celebrities and calligraphy and paintings from many years ago, they were amazed and engrossed in looking at them when a voice called out "Zhiyuan".

The three of them turned around at the same time and saw seven or eight people coming in, including Dean Wan and his family of three.

The one named Zhiyuan is Dean Wan.

Zhiyuan greeted him respectfully, "Hello, Dean."

Dean Wan smiled kindly. “What a coincidence to run into you here. You… are you here for dinner too? Let’s eat together! Perfect timing, we have a few teachers here, you can come and get to know them.”

In the past, Zhiyuan might have gone, but given the current situation, he naturally wouldn't, so he politely declined.

Dean Wan glanced at Zhiyuan, Qingtian, and Zhangzhu beside him, and smiled slightly. "It seems the young man is not available today, so we won't force him. Come to our house for dinner another time!"

Dean Wan and a group of people entered their private room. As they went in, Wan Xuening glanced back at Qingtian and her eyes swept over the coral stone around Zhiyuan's neck.

Zhiyuan and the other two stopped looking at the photos and went to the next private room to eat.

"Brother, why are those people looking at you so strangely?" Zhangzhu asked during dinner.

Qingtian has always been sensitive, and now she has something on her mind. She vaguely understands what the girl meant by looking at Zhiyuan.

She's the dean's daughter...

Qingtian ate her meal with Zhiyuan and his sister as if nothing had happened, secretly planning to pay the bill herself later. After all, they had treated her to a meal last time, so it was her turn to pay this time.

But the three young people had endless topics to talk about while eating.

Zhiyuan was never quiet from a young age, and Zhangzhu was even less so. Once the conversation started, they talked about everything under the sun. Qingtian gradually joined in, reminiscing about their childhood and Zhiyuan's experiences abroad. Time flew by, and before they knew it, the meal had lasted quite a while.

Qingtian felt it was about time, so she excused herself to go to the restroom and left early.

However, when she got to the front desk, the cashier told her that someone had already paid for her.

Qingtian thought of the people at the next table, and when she looked back, sure enough, almost everyone had left, with only the waiters clearing the tables.

"What are you looking at?" someone suddenly asked.

When Qingtian looked up, she saw the dean's daughter, who had been staring at Zhiyuan, walking towards her. She looked like she had just come out of the restroom.

Wan Xuening sized her up, making sure she was either a girl from the county town or a country girl, and smiled, "Hello, did you give Zhiyuan that coral stone? Where did you buy it? It's so beautiful, I want to buy one too!"

Qingtian was already flustered and confused. When she was suddenly asked this question, she didn't know what to say. The other person also liked Zhiyuan and was the dean's daughter. She certainly wouldn't want a girl to give Zhiyuan anything, right?

For the first time, Qingtian regretted giving that stone to Zhiyuan.

She calmed down and smiled, "Oh, we people who grew up by the sea all have that. I wonder where he came from."

"Really? What about yours? Let me admire it," Wan Xuening said with a smile.

“My…is at home,” Qingtian said with a lowered gaze and a smile.

"I know it was from you, Zhiyuan told me everything, hahaha." Wan Xuening laughed exaggeratedly.