She is a heartthrob who wants to live a good life

Lin's Restaurant.

Song Zhilan had never been to such a high-consumption place, but he had lived in the Fu family for a few years and was considered knowledgeable.

Although he was shocked by the prices on the menu, he didn't show anything wrong.

Seeing that Shen Weicang ordered all the most expensive items on the menu, she felt a little contemptuous.

"Yan Cang, what is this? Is it delicious?"

Shen Weicang took the menu and came close to Fu Yancang and asked him curiously: "I haven't eaten many of the dishes here. I'm so curious."

Fu Yancang introduced it to her patiently, and finally touched her hair gently: "Cangcang, if you want to eat it, order one and try it."

Shen Weicang blinked and whispered in fear:

"I've already ordered so much. What if your card doesn't have enough money? I don't want to be detained here washing dishes."

She was testing Fu Yancang's financial strength. This afternoon, Song Zhilan gave the card to Fu Yancang, who then handed it to her.

Shen Weicang reserved a seat here under the pretext of inviting Song Zhilan to dinner to thank her.

On the one hand, it was to test Fu Yancang's true worth, and on the other hand, he wanted to see whether Song Zhilan's feelings towards Fu Yancang were what he thought.

Fu Yancang couldn't help but laugh:

"Don't worry, if the money in the card is really not enough, I will stay and wash the dishes. I will never let Cang Cang do any work."

Shen Weicang curled his lips speechlessly and ordered everything he wanted on the menu.

In fact, she didn't care about these things. It's not like Yue Baiqing had taken her to other Lin's restaurants before. After eating there for a long time, the food tasted just the same and there was nothing new.

If I really don’t have enough money, I can just let Yue Baiqing pay the bill. He will come to pick me up tonight anyway.

The three of them sat in the lobby on the first floor. Although it was not a private room, the tables were far apart and there were bonsai, ornaments and other things around, so the privacy was pretty good.

Lin Chengji and his assistant walked into the restaurant. The assistant looked around and said, "Boss Lin, Song Zhilan is at that table."

"Which one?" Lin Chengji looked over casually, and his eyes instantly locked on a girl.

She was wearing a dark green long-sleeved dress, facing him, with her seaweed-like black wavy hair casually spread out.

Under the light, her long hair reflected a soft light like black brocade, with part of it falling on her chest and more of her hair draped behind her.

That hibiscus face seemed to have its own spotlight, shining brightly in Lin Chengji's eyes.

She was smiling with her red lips curled up, her right arm resting on the table, her hand on her face, making Lin Chengji want to walk over and gently hold the beauty's hand and kiss it.

The assistant looked down at his phone and confirmed, "It's the one with his back to us, wearing a light blue shirt."

"Who is that man?"

Lin Chengji's mood instantly turned bad when he saw an inconspicuous man sitting next to the girl he liked.

The assistant paused and said, "It's the eldest son of the Fu family in Beijing who had a falling out with his family. Song Zhilan has been living in the Fu family for the past few years."

"Fu Yan?"

Lin Chengji noticed that the girl and Fu Yan had a close relationship, so he resisted the urge to pull him away from the girl and sat down at random.

After the waiter left, Shen Weicang seemed to remember Song Zhilan: "Sorry, I forgot to ask you to order just now."

Song Zhilan curled his lips: "It doesn't matter, you ordered so much, it doesn't matter whether I order or not."

"Yes," Shen Weicang seemed not to hear the hidden meaning in her words, "I ordered everything that looks delicious, there must be something you like."

As she spoke, she poured Song Zhilan a glass of juice: "I really want to thank you for not only helping Yan Cang bring things, but also helping Yan Cang reconcile with his family."

Song Zhilan reached out to answer it, but Shen Weicang's phone suddenly rang, which startled her and made her hands tremble.

The juice spilled on Song Zhilan's hand. She quickly took a wet towel to wipe it, but she couldn't wipe away the sticky feeling in her heart.

Shen Weicang picked up the phone and frowned slightly: "Sorry, I have to answer a call."

Song Zhilan didn't think much about it, and stood up and said, "I'm going to the bathroom."

Lin Chengji, who was sitting nearby, saw that both of them were walking in the same direction, so he stood up and followed them.

When passing by Fu Yancang's table, he couldn't help but take a look, and then looked away in two seconds.

Fu Yancang noticed something and looked over. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the back of a tall man in a black shirt and black trousers.

As soon as Song Zhilan walked into the bathroom, he heard Shen Weicang's voice.

"By the way, I'm at Lin's Restaurant near the school now. Please come and pick me up around 8:30."

Pick her up?

Who is Shen Weicang talking to on the phone?

Song Zhilan hesitated for a while, washed his hands, and did not go out.

I don't know what was said on the other side. Shen Weicang's voice was silent for a few seconds, and then continued: "What else can I do in the restaurant? Of course, I have to eat."

"Am I going to wait for you if I'm hungry and don't eat?"

After a few seconds of silence, she said in a matter-of-fact tone:

"That depends on whether the gift you gave me today is sincere. Otherwise, I will continue to ignore you. It's your fault that you are not qualified to be my boyfriend."

"A qualified boyfriend must be..."

Shen Weicang and Yue Baiqing said a few coquettish words, hung up the phone, pushed open the door of the compartment and walked out. When they saw Song Zhilan, the expressions on their faces suddenly changed.

"Zhi Lan, you..."

Song Zhilan interrupted her: "Who are you talking to on the phone? Who is your boyfriend?"

Except for people close to him, Shen Weicang always cares about his face in front of outsiders and maintains his elegant and gentle personality.

However, she saw some of Song Zhilan's little thoughts and had no intention of continuing to pretend to be a lady in front of her.

Since she heard it, Shen Weicang stopped playing tricks with her and smiled casually: "With my other boyfriend, what's wrong?"

Song Zhilan didn't expect her to admit it like this, and asked with some disgust:

"Why do you treat Fu Yan like this? Is he not good to you? He gave you a bracelet yesterday, gave you that card today, and even took you to buy gifts, but you cheated on him?"

Shen Weicang did not answer but asked: "Do you like him?"

Song Zhilan looked away unnaturally: "I didn't, don't talk nonsense."

"Why don't you just admit it if you like him?" Shen Weicang smiled maliciously. "Why, are you afraid that I will tell him?"

"Don't change the subject!" Song Zhilan evaded, "Why did you betray him? He was so good to you, he..."

Shen Weicang didn't wait for her to continue: "What's wrong with him being nice to me? There are many people who are nicer to me. I don't need him, he needs me."

As she spoke, she walked over, turned on the faucet, washed her hands, looked at her delicate face in the mirror, and spoke in a gentle but vicious voice:

"If it were in the past, seeing how much you liked him, maybe I would have given him to you out of kindness. He's just a poor guy, and I'm tired of playing with him."

"But now I find that he seems to be a rich man, but I haven't figured out his net worth yet. I'm sorry, I can't give it to you for the time being."

"You!" Song Zhilan couldn't bear to hear her insulting the person she loved like this, and couldn't help but push her, "You're going too far!"

Shen Weicang was walking out of the bathroom. She dodged Song Zhilan's hand by turning sideways. She pushed in vain and staggered.

"Look at you, you are so timid, you dare not openly like someone, and you only dare to attack someone from behind."

Shen Weicang turned around, folded his arms and looked at her: "Where did I go too far?"

"Why do you insult Fu Yan like this? What qualifications do you have to treat him like this?"

Shen Weicang raised his eyebrows leisurely:

"Oh, you feel sorry for him? Why don't you tell me who he is? If he meets my requirements, I will be with him. If not, I will give him to you. How about that?"

Song Zhilan glared at her hatefully: "He will see your true colors sooner or later. You are not worthy of him!"