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Upon entering the private room, I found it already filled with people. After a round of pleasantries, Su Qing and I found an empty seat and sat down. I couldn't shake off the feeling that someone was watching me, making me a bit uncomfortable. I glanced around but saw nothing unusual, nor did I spot Ji Yan.
"Class monitor, where's the main character?" I asked.
The class monitor pointed beside me, "Look, he's right next to you! You've been desk mates for three years; don't you recognize him?"
I turned sharply to my side and saw a man in a simple white shirt, exuding a cool demeanor. His chiseled face and deep-set eyes… this was…
"Ji Yan?" I was taken aback.
He turned his head slightly, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Lin Xi, long time no see."
I felt a bit embarrassed. "Sorry, you've changed so much that I didn't recognize you." Back in high school, he was quite chubby; although he was well-liked, he wasn't exactly handsome. Now he definitely had the aura of a heartthrob.
Someone nearby teased, "Lin Xi, it's normal not to recognize him; we were all shocked when we first saw him! Who would have thought our brother Ji would slim down and turn out to be such a potential star?"
"And now he's like a domineering CEO; how could his aura be the same?"
…
The meal was lively. Ji Yan didn't say much but subtly served me food and poured drinks. I felt a little shy and attributed it to the kindness of an old classmate.
For three years in high school, we were desk mates. Back then, he was a chubby kid with a strong sense of loyalty; everyone called him brother Ji. I was introverted and not particularly close to him. He usually slept through math class while I used his broad back as cover to doodle. Looking back now, those memories are quite nostalgic.
After dinner, someone suggested going karaoke. Su Qing, being unreliable as ever, actually ditched me to join the crowd.
Having had a few drinks, I stood by the roadside waiting for a taxi. A black Maybach silently pulled up in front of me, and the window rolled down to reveal Ji Yan's face.
"Get in; I'll give you a ride," he said casually.
Considering it would be inconvenient to hail a cab at this hour, I didn’t hesitate and opened the door to sit in the passenger seat.
"Thank you."
He started the car and glanced at me. "Address?"
"I'll enter it myself." I typed my new home address into the navigation system.
The car was quiet as we drove past an intersection when he suddenly spoke up, "Why didn't you bring your partner today?"
I paused, caught off guard by his question.
He continued, "Is he busy? Too busy to pick up his wife?"
"I have divorced," I said.
As soon as the words left my mouth, I thought I saw the corners of his lips lift ever so slightly. Was it just my imagination?
To break the awkwardness, I asked, "Are you back for good or just on a business trip?"
He stared ahead, his voice calm and indifferent. "What do you hope it is?"
That question caught me off guard. I forced a laugh. "Well, as an old classmate, I certainly hope you'll stay longer."
His tone seemed to lighten a bit. "Yeah, I'm opening a branch office here, so I won't be leaving for a while."
"That's great."
The car fell silent again. I felt a bit tired and leaned back against the seat, drifting off to sleep without realizing it.
When I woke up, the car had come to a stop. Looking out the window, I saw that we had arrived home.
"Sorry, I fell asleep," I said, feeling a bit embarrassed.
"No problem, we just got here," he replied steadily.
I unbuckled my seatbelt. "Thanks for today; let me treat you to dinner another time."
As I was about to get out of the car, he suddenly said, "Want to come in for a glass of water?"
I paused and turned to look at him. His gaze was sincere, not joking at all. It felt wrong to refuse.
"…Sure."
Following Ji Yan inside felt strange. This was the first time a man had entered my home.
I invited him to sit in the living room while I went to the kitchen to pour some water. When I returned, I found him standing in front of an unfinished painting of mine, lost in thought.
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