Growing Fond of You, Mr Nian

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

“You see, anyone would feel uncomfortable about it. Mr. Nian is just easier to make jealous,” said Yan Su.

Luosang responded while poking the ham on her plate with her fork, “But, it’s really a coincidence. I didn’t mean to spend New Year’s with Chi Shengxu at first. He was there shooting a movie, and I was there traveling. He said that he was alone. Also, he’s my godmother’s son. I can’t stop being friends with him. That’s impossible. He helped me at the most critical moment of my life. I can’t just forget about that.” Not to mention the fact that the cause of Nian Junting’s illness wasn’t clear yet.

“You’re right though…” Yan Su nodded. She didn’t know how to solve the problem, either.

At that moment, a girl who sat near them exclaimed in a low voice, “Wow, he’s so handsome!”

Luosang didn’t even bother to raise her head. Only after she saw Yan Su’s eyes pop in shock did she turn to the door to see who was there. That man was none other than Nian Junting, whom she hadn’t seen in half a month. He was wearing a long gray coat. His hair was short and neatly cut, and his face looked chiseled. A petite girl was following behind him, wearing a pink coat. She had a small and delicate face, and she looked gentle and warm. Nian Junting’s hand was on her shoulder. They looked pretty close.

That scene somehow hammered Luosang’s heart violently, and even made her feel like she was suffocating. Where was that woman from? She wasn’t even Leng Shuangwei.

“Calm down.” Under the table, Yan Su gave Luosang a heavy kick, saying in a low voice, “He’s clearly trying to make you jealous. When did you ever see Mr. Nian come to this kind of restaurant?”

Luosang paused for a second. Yan Su was right. Nian Junting wouldn’t even step into a restaurant with a hygiene grade of B, not to mention this kind of C-grade malatang place. But perhaps that woman wants to come here, Luosang thought. He wouldn’t come to this kind of place with her, but that didn’t mean that he wouldn’t do it for another woman. She turned her eyes away and lowered her head to drink her milk tea.

Nian Junting glanced around the place and frowned slightly. When he finally spotted Luosang and Yan Su, he brought over the woman next to him and greeted Luosang, “Miss Xu, long time no see.”

Luosang suddenly spit the milk tea onto Nian Junting’s coat. Nian Junting was frozen. “I’m sorry, Mr. Nian.” Luosang was so shocked when he called her “Miss Xu,” that she even spit out the milk tea in her mouth. Realizing what just happened, she hurriedly apologized.

Nian Junting’s veins throbbed in his temples. What had she just called him? “Mr. Nian?” Was she distancing herself from him so quickly? “You spit all over me. Aren’t you gonna wipe me clean?” He pointed at his own chest.

Luosang pressed her pretty lips together, then pulled out a few tissues, put them into the hands of the woman by Nian Junting’s side, and said, “I don’t dare to touch your boyfriend’s chest. You should wipe him.”

Qiao Xue’s hands trembled. How dare she wipe Mr. Nian’s chest? She might need to give up on her hands if she really did it.

“I’m glad that you’re aware of this. I almost forgot to introduce her to you. She is my new girlfriend,” Nian Junting said through clenched teeth, then turned to Qiao Xue and continued, “This is my ex-girlfriend.”

Luosang sneered in her head. She knew that he was probably pretending, but she was still very unhappy. She wanted so badly to pour her malatang on his face.

Yan Su coughed, then joined the conversation. “Mr. Nian, I didn’t know that you’d come to eat in this kind of place.”

Nian Junting stayed silent and only turned to Qiao Xue. The latter stuttered nervously, “I-I want… to eat, so, so we came… here…”

Nian Junting frowned again. This female employee wasn’t good at pretending at all. “Sit down.” Nian Junting wiped a chair with tissues, then pressed Qiao Xue onto it.