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Zhao Mo, however, seemed to know Yun's schedule from somewhere. The moment she got off the plane, he called her, saying he was waiting outside for her.
Once Yun got into Zhao Mo's car, he took the opportunity to invite her, "How about we grab dinner together? It's just around dinner time."
Yun smiled slightly in response, but Zhao Mo could tell it was a bit forced. They ended up having Western cuisine, which Yun didn't particularly enjoy. It was fancy but lacked flavor, and the entire meal felt rather bland.
Zhao Mo took a sip of red wine and asked, "Not to your taste?"
"I'm just not very hungry," she replied. After all, he had specially invited her to dinner, and saying she didn't like it would come off as rude.
Zhao Mo had even arranged for a violinist to play nearby. "You artists should appreciate this."
Yun smiled faintly; she wasn't a music major, and besides, this was Western music—she couldn't really understand it. She thought to herself how unromantic she felt.
With the steak paired with red wine and the ambiance created by the violin performance, it was indeed a refined experience for her.
Zhao Mo talked a lot about his achievements at work, and Yun felt as if he was showing off. His tone was gentle, lacking any sharpness. Sometimes he would smile lightly and shrug, making everything seem trivial; he didn't possess Jiang Shiyu's arrogance.
Yun didn't really understand those topics but pretended to be impressed and amazed by his stories. She thought that perhaps men liked to showcase their prowess in front of women to gain their admiration, which gave them a sense of accomplishment.
Deciding to play along, Yun noticed Zhao Mo enjoyed her reaction; his eyebrows lifted slightly in satisfaction.
"I used to learn piano," he said casually. "I found it too easy; there wasn't much challenge."
"Then why did you give it up?"
Zhao Mo shrugged. "I didn't give up; I just thought it was too childish to continue learning."
Yun smiled politely but already had an idea of what kind of person he was.
"Art is similar in many ways," she said. "So I imagine dancing can't be that difficult either!"
Zhao Mo might have sensed that he had been talking too much; he shifted slightly and replied, "There can be challenges; it's just that I don't understand them."
Yun nodded, indicating that everything you said was correct. After finishing her meal, she was already eager to head back. Zhao Mo grabbed her suitcase and walked to the car, opening the trunk to place it inside. "I'll give you a ride," he said.
Yun opened her mouth, but before she could respond, he had already moved quickly. Once in the car, Yun appeared very tired and didn't want to talk. Zhao Mo also sensed this and refrained from continuing the conversation.
When they arrived home, Yun immediately unbuckled her seatbelt and thanked him. "Thank you, I'll head out now." Zhao Mo got out of the car to help her with her suitcase. Yun expressed her gratitude again, but he held onto the suitcase firmly and said, "No need to be polite; it's what I should do. Let me take you."
"That's alright, I can manage by myself."
However, Zhao Mo patted her head affectionately and insisted, "Really, it's no trouble at all." He dragged the suitcase toward the entrance of the community.
Yun had no choice but to follow him. At the entrance of the community, she exerted a lot of effort to pull her suitcase back. "Thank you! You should head back early; it’s getting late."
Zhao Mo glanced at the building numbers and then smiled. "Aren't you going to invite me up for a visit?"
Yun felt increasingly uncomfortable; her expression changed slightly as she was about to refuse outright when a casual voice interrupted from nearby. "Oh, we have a guest? Am I interrupting something?"
Yun stiffened and turned to see Jiang Shiyu approaching in a black coat and black pants. He walked up beside Yun and casually draped an arm over her shoulder. His handsome face wore a hint of mischief, and without his glasses, his wildness was even more pronounced.
He pulled Yun into his embrace while casting a challenging look at Zhao Mo.
Zhao Mo's expression changed as he asked, "Who is he?"
"I'm her man," Jiang Shiyu replied sharply, his voice cutting through the air with irritation directed at Zhao Mo. The words struck Yun's ears like thunder, causing her heart to race uncontrollably.
This guy seemed trouble; Zhao Mo focused on Yun and said, "Yun, I hope you can give me a reasonable explanation."
After saying that, he didn't linger and left quickly. Zhao Mo disappeared in an instant while Jiang Shiyu scoffed, "Look at you acting all pathetic."
Yun Chen shrugged off the arm resting on his shoulder and looked at him. "Are you out of your mind?"
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