Pragmatic. Far too pragmatic.
Even Ye Yunhuai couldn't help feeling a tiny bit of sympathy for this foolish son whose mother had him wrapped around her little finger.
Some sympathy, but not much.
After all, Ye Yunhuai felt that if you truly cared about someone romantically, no one could replace them.
As for Yang Bai finding a stand-in, that was probably just a case of wanting what he couldn't have.
Meanwhile, Yang Bai's pack of disreputable friends was getting restless. A rich young man beside him received some sort of message and exclaimed:
"Holy shit, Yang Bai! Qin just went outside and snapped a photo of Jiang Jian arriving with her arm linked through some man's!"
"What?!" Yang Bai exclaimed, snatching the phone and fixing his eyes on the photo.
In it, a woman in a white dress was smiling radiantly as she held a man's arm. In his entire life, he had never seen her smile so brightly at him!
Just then, Jiang Jian pushed open the bar's doors, her face carrying a touch of sadness and an even greater measure of forced cheer:
"Yang Bai, I'm here. Here are your documents."
Damn it, if her patron, President Yang, hadn't personally told her to clean up this mess, she wouldn't have bothered with this bastard's affairs.
But Yang Bai angrily slapped the documents aside, pointed at the photo on the phone screen, and demanded:
"Before that, tell me who this man is!"
Jiang Jian glanced at it carelessly, then her smile froze. She instinctively tried to find the right words. "He..."
"My name is Shen Qing. I'm her boyfriend," a pleasant male voice came from outside.
The newcomer wore a black baseball cap and a black-and-white overshirt over his hoodie. He raised his head and cast an indifferent glance