Tang Mingxi was secretly delighted again in bed. After looking at it for a while, he put the brooch into the velvet box.
Speaking of which, Ye Heng had invited him to dinner but had not said whether it was lunch or dinner. Tang Mingxi naturally assumed it was dinner.
After all, did styling his hair and picking out an outfit not take time? :)
Even if a refined rich second-generation heir had to rush to the ER in the middle of the night, he still had to be the best-looking patient, okay? :)
Tang Mingxi changed into a champagne-colored suit. Looking at himself in the mirror, he was very satisfied.
How could someone as good-looking as me have no one to admire me?
He took out his phone, snapped a picture, and casually sent it to Wang Min and Ye Heng.
His phone buzzed twice. Both replied quickly.
Wang Min: [Baby, what kind of celestial beauty is this? I'm crying. If looking at handsome guys twice could extend my lifespan, then I would already be immortal at this moment tvt]
A long string of emojis followed.
Her rainbow farting was exceptionally practiced.
Tang Mingxi: [Cat rubbing against you gif]
Ye Heng: [The neckline is too low. You can button the top button.]
Tang Mingxi rolled his eyes. [Link: Fun fact, on February 12, 1912, the Qing Emperor issued an edict of abdication. The Qing Dynasty thus fell, and it has now been over a hundred years.]
Ye Heng: [?]
Tang Mingxi: [:)]
What a dog of a man?
In this world, only his "sisters" understood him :)
Ye Heng: [The color suits you well. What time are we leaving tonight? I'll pick you up.]
WeChat mercilessly gave him a red exclamation mark, followed by a system prompt: You are not yet his friend. Please send a friend verification request first. You can chat only after the other party accepts it.
On Ye Heng's birthday, Tang Mingxi broke precedent and wore the champagne-colored suit Ye Heng had picked out in advance. His tie clip consisted of two snap-on emeralds, and a thin silver chain dangled between his shirt collars, swaying gently as he walked.
Ye Heng had waited in front of the Maybach for half an hour. When Tang Mingxi appeared before him, he seemed to have "grown taller" by several centimeters again.
His gaze swept over Tang Mingxi's round-toed Louis leather shoes, then shifted away beneath Tang Mingxi's righteous look that said, "That's right, I put height lifts in them."
Actually, Tang Mingxi was not short, but Ye Heng did not know why he placed such particular importance on his height.
Ye Heng could never understand the erratic thought process of an expensive vase with maintenance costs in the hundreds of millions.
He pulled open the car door, and Tang Mingxi bent down to get in.
The thousand-dollar shirt perfectly outlined his lean, elegant body. The collar was buttoned all the way up to the top button.
White Ocean Private Kitchen stood on Imperial Avenue, a bustling street along the Cang River. It was a private restaurant open to members only.
Membership cost one hundred thousand yuan per month. The restaurant's owner was Chen Jiaxin, the son of a rice restaurant tycoon, whose English name was Jeffrey.
Chen Jiaxin had three older brothers and one older sister, as well as a younger sister. His mother was the second wife; to put it bluntly, she was a mistress.
However, Chen Jiaxin's father liked having many children and many blessings. As long as an outside woman gave birth to a son, she could bring him home to acknowledge his ancestry.
His three older brothers fought bloody battles every day over the family inheritance. Chen Jiaxin was comparatively laid-back. He sold off part of his shares, bought a large apartment by the Cang River, and converted it into a private club.
He used the connections in his social circle to start a business.
Quick-witted and sweet-talking, he was a famous social butterfly, and his business flourished.
Tang Mingxi was one of his major clients.
When White Ocean Private Kitchen opened, Chen Jiaxin had invited him to the ribbon-cutting ceremony.
Tonight's table had also been reserved for Tang Mingxi well in advance: a viewing area beside an enormous floor-to-ceiling window, partitioned by two mica screens worth millions, leaving a space of around ten square meters.
Outside the window, the Cang River flowed quietly. As the lights first came on, they reflected an entire river of glittering extravagance.
A violinist in a long black draped dress had been waiting for some time. As soon as Ye Heng and Tang Mingxi took their seats, melodious violin music began to play beside them.
When Chen Jiaxin heard that Tang Mingxi had come, he specifically rushed over from his villa to exchange a few pleasantries.
Tang Mingxi also smiled as he exchanged superficial greetings with his plastic friend.
The topics were nothing more than stocks, market value, development projects, or companies.
By the time Tang Mingxi had been
asked to the point of impatience, Chen Jiaxin noticed his expression and hurriedly said that he had business to attend to before taking his leave.
Tang Mingxi was annoyed whenever he heard about stocks. Of all the misfortunes of transmigrating, the one less unfortunate thing was that he had become a rich second-generation heir who never had to worry about food or clothing.
Who still wanted to discuss worker problems with corporate slaves? :)
Saying even one more word was painful, okay? :)
Not long after the two sat down, the waiter brought exquisitely plated dishes to the table.
Tang Mingxi's previous impatience vanished at once. Just as Ye Heng picked up his chopsticks, Tang Mingxi suddenly called out, "Stop."
Ye Heng looked at him, not understanding why.
Tang Mingxi took out his phone and photographed every dish whose presentation he found pretty. He set the format to square before sitting down in satisfaction.
Ye Heng's voice was cool. "What are you doing?"
"Taking pictures." Tang Mingxi found the answer self-evident.
At the same time, he silently mocked the male lead for having no appreciation for life. If you did not take pictures of your food, it was the same as eating for nothing :d
Though he had been eagerly looking forward to eating at White Ocean Private Kitchen, once the dishes were actually served, Tang Mingxi did not have such a strong desire to eat anymore.
He had eaten two pieces of cake that afternoon, so he was not very hungry yet.
Moreover, he was an extremely picky eater. He did not eat scallions, garlic, plant roots or stems, animal innards, stir-fried radish, cilantro, celery, steamed fish except for the belly and gills, cooked tomatoes, cabbage, or shredded potatoes—but diced potatoes were fine.
So after picking through the entire table of dishes and taking a few bites, Tang Mingxi daintily put down his chopsticks.
He began editing the pictures he had just taken.
Ye Heng was already used to his picky eating. Once a meal was served, almost all of it went into Ye Heng's stomach.
After Tang Mingxi finished editing his pictures and put down his phone, Ye Heng paused, then unconsciously picked up his own phone and scrolled through Moments.
Tang Mingxi had not posted anything.
"I'm going to the restroom to wash my hands."
Tang Mingxi gave him a heads-up and went to the restroom.
Ye Heng could only sit at the table and wait for Tang Er to return from freshening up.
It was the height of dinner service, and more diners gradually filled the area outside the mica screens.
He Ling had returned to the country today. His old high school classmates had arranged a welcome-back gathering for him at White Ocean Private Kitchen.
The high school classmates he had once been close to had all made something of themselves in Ningcheng. With He Ling returning to parachute directly into Henglong's upper management, his future was limitless.
With the bond of being former classmates, several of the people around He Ling intended to build ties with him. They had barely walked a few steps inside before they began flattering him at every turn.
At first, they discussed Henglong's performance in the A-share market. Somehow, the conversation shifted, and Tang Mingxi was suddenly brought up.
Behind the mica screens, Ye Heng leaned back in his chair, his gaze darkening.
"Ling, do you still remember Tang Mingxi?"
He Ling's voice was gentle. "Of course I remember. We haven't seen each other in many years."
"Exactly. Who in Ningcheng hasn't heard of Tang Er's reputation?"
A round of soft laughter followed. Someone said, "Does Tang Mingxi know you've returned?"
"I still remember that when you were leaving the country, Tang Mingxi was furious. He sat inside your suitcase and refused to let you go."
"In the blink of an eye, so many years have passed. He was only in middle school then, right? He looked like a little girl."
"He wasn't a girl, but he followed Ling around all day. He was as obedient as a little wife."
"Ling, Tang Mingxi is getting married. Did you know?"
The space behind the screen suddenly fell silent for a moment.
He Ling's gentle voice rang out. "I didn't know."
The surprise and displeasure in his voice were already impossible to miss.
"It makes sense that you wouldn't know while you were abroad."