"I've made my selection. Now, see if you want to add anything else."

Qin Che picked up the menu, his fingertips lingering on the names of a few dishes. After speaking to the approaching waiter, he looked up and his eyes met your bright gaze.

You rested your elbow on the table, your chin on your hand, twirling a stray hair behind your ear with your fingertips, and shook your head with a bright smile: "Qin Che~ So, if I still didn't want to come out just now, was there anything else you could do?" You quickly waved your hand, as if remembering something, and added, "Well, besides that... interesting thing..."

Upon hearing this, Qin Che leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on the edge of the table and leaning his upper body forward a little.

Warm light streamed down the windowsill, casting dappled shadows on his eyelashes.

He gave a slight smile, lowering his voice: "You know I sometimes use quite a few 'methods' to achieve my goals..."

You pursed your lips, leaned forward again, and smiled, your eyes crinkling into crescents: "Oh? So how exactly should I act? Throw a tantrum? Act cute and charming?"

He tapped his fingertips lightly on the edge of the table, his eyebrows raised casually, and he shrugged with a frankness that didn't seem like he was lying: "It's not impossible in certain situations."

"Ah~~~ I kind of regret agreeing so soon." You fluttered your eyelashes twice, deliberately dragging out your words, your tone tinged with a hint of annoyance and coquettishness. "If I had known, I would have dragged it out a little longer, so I could have unlocked another Qin Che." You tapped your cheek twice with your index finger, saying in a affected tone, "You know, you're someone with 'status'."

"Hmm? Giving up a date with someone you like for the sake of 'status'?" Qin Che opened his palm upwards, his well-defined fingers gleaming softly in the warm light. He scoffed lightly, "Do you think I'm that bad at weighing pros and cons?"

You slowly nodded, then casually poked his palm on the table with your fingertip, your eyes crinkling with a smile: "That's right, our Boss Qin can still figure things out, hehehe~~"

No wonder Qin Che specially brought you to this restaurant.

The food was served quickly and tasted fantastic.

Just as you were enjoying your meal, Qin Che asked, "Shall we go hiking together in a couple of days?"

You quickly swallowed the juice in your mouth, the straw still clinging to the corner of your lips, and looked at him curiously: "Why did you suddenly think of this?"

He took his phone out of his pocket and swiped his finger across the screen twice.

He taps on a saved poster image, and turns his phone screen towards you.

The pink promotional poster features silhouettes of suburban mountains, with the upturned eaves of a mountaintop temple standing out prominently. Next to it, in sparkling artistic lettering, is the words: "The God Who Grants All Wishes!" Go with your special someone!

"This is also owned by your friend? Do you need us to come and support you?" You raised an eyebrow at him. "You don't seem like the kind of person who would believe in these things."

Qin Che ran his fingertips along the edge of his phone, patiently explaining, "I just saw it on a street corner. I don't have any connection with these gods who are in charge of 'fate'."

"So you still want to go?" You pouted, and as if in revenge, you forked a large piece of grilled meat and stuffed it into your mouth, chewing with your cheeks bulging. "If I remember correctly, you laughed at me before when I went to ask for a talisman for you for the boxing match."

Qin Che's gaze darted back and forth between your sauce-stained lips and your phone screen, his voice trailing off meaningfully: "Hmm? I dare to laugh at you?"

You're holding chopsticks in your hand, making it inconvenient to use your hands, but your feet are still free.

Perfect timing, I'll kick this jerk while I still can.

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