r seeing Song Lin surfing so well, you insisted on learning it too.""That time we went skiing in the mountains, it was like that too. We just went to a high-difficulty trail without saying anything, l...Hearing this, Song Lin's eyes narrowed slightly. Could it be that his mother couldn't help but tell Shen Yian his true identity

"What then" he asked coldly.

Shen Yi'an didn't feel that Song Lin's tone was off, after all, he had always been cold and aloof.

"Like a businessman, unscrupulous and always looking for a deal, hahaha..."

"A swindler" Hmm

Song Lin put down his cup, wiped his hands with a napkin, and a chill radiated from him.

Shen Yian smiled and then closed her mouth, as if she was telling a joke again.

"Sorry."

"I'm a swindler, what about you A wife of a swindler" Song Lin retorted.

"..."

"...."

A heavy silence descended upon the dinner table. The two of them looked at each other, speechless. It was then they realized how they had inexplicably ended up discussing their wives.

This left Shen Yian speechless.

Song Lin wiped his mouth and changed the subject: "I'm full. That's settled then, don't worry about anything, just perform normally on Friday."

Shen Yian nodded forcefully: "Thank you. I'll trouble you again then."

Song Lin hummed in response and got up.

Shen Yian also got up and paid the bill.

As the two walked out of the restaurant, the sun was blazing. Shen Yian held up an umbrella, tilting it slightly towards Song Lin, but he was too tall. Even in high heels, she had to tiptoe.

Song Lin took two steps and was hit on the head by the umbrella. He couldn't help but sigh softly and stopped to take the umbrella from Shen Yian's hands.

"I'll come."

"Thank you." Shen Yian looked up and smiled at him.

Song Lin looked at her smile and curled his fingers, tightening his grip on the umbrella handle.

After changing her appearance, Shen Yian seemed to be coated in a layer of soft light. Her jet-black hair, pale skin, and faint smile were captivating, with eyes that held both warmth and coolness.

It was then that Song Lin realized he had been paying too much attention to Shen Yian. He regained his composure and walked forward expressionlessly.

Shen Yian walked beside him. Although there was a distance between them, she noticed through their shadows on the ground that their umbrellas always slanted towards her side, with one taller and the other shorter.

She was a little touched, remembering the three years she had spent with Gu Cheng.

When it rained, Gu Cheng came to pick her up, but on the way to the subway, her sleeve got completely wet, while Gu Cheng kept complaining because he had a few raindrops on him.

"Yi'an, if I hadn't come to pick you up, I wouldn't have gotten caught in the rain. But who am I to complain After all, I like you so much! From now on, you better treat me well."

"Hmm."

First love always likes to magnify the other person's advantages and ignore the details.

She felt that Gu Cheng's coming to pick her up in the rain was love for her, but she ignored the fact that the umbrella never tilted towards her even a little.

Just as I was thinking, a scent of milk came wafting over.

Shen Yian sniffed the aroma and looked over, seeing a line of people buying egg tarts.

Egg tarts, she hasn't had one in a long time.

When she looked away, Song Lin's footsteps had already changed direction, heading straight for the egg tart shop.

He said to the clerk in a soft voice, “One box.”

By the time Shen Yian came to his senses, he already had a box of egg tarts in his hand.

"My mouth is watering so much, it's about to drip onto my clothes." Song Lin said.

Shen Yi'an immediately wiped his mouth: "No."

Seeing this, the clerk stood behind the counter, pursed her lips. Eating dog food in broad daylight was really something!

Shen Yian felt a little embarrassed and turned to walk out.

She held a warm egg tart in her hand, and her heart was warming too.

Details really do make people happy.

She glanced at Song Lin beside her, still with a cold and aloof expression, taciturn.

Having arrived at the Weiyizhi Technology building, Shen Yian subconsciously took his computer and bag.Jiang Qingxue lit a cigarette, reapplied her lipstick, and checked herself in the mirror before sending Wang Ruqi a text message."The photo is good, I like it.""Thank you, and there's more to come."Gi...