This café wasn't high-end, but it wasn't crowded at noon, and he quickly spotted Yue Dingtang.
He was sitting by the window, chatting and laughing with a young lady across from him.
Without thinking, Ling Shu carefully looked at the lady. She wore a Western dress, a lace-trimmed hat, and lace gloves that were softly draped on the table. In front of her was a coffee cup, and a small golden spoon sparkled in the sunlight, adding a golden edge to her face.
This was clearly a beautiful and charming woman.
Even though Ling Shu could only see her profile, he could make a judgment with his experienced eyes.
If we must compare, her beauty may not be as stunning as the former superstar He You'an, but her liveliness and cheerfulness are qualities that He You'an lacks.
These traits can firmly attract many people, including the young foreigner at the neighboring table who frequently glances her way. He even calls the waiter over to bring a plate of snacks and shares it with the young lady.
The lady politely nods to the foreigner, gladly accepting the small gift with grace and poise, making her even more admirable.
At least, Yue Dingtang doesn't hide his admiration for her.
To anyone's eyes, they are a perfect match of talent and beauty.
On the other hand, Ling Shu, who disguised himself and blended in, looks more like a clown who stumbled into the opera house, completely out of place.
Yue Dingtang, who is not usually talkative outside of class, seems like a completely different person at this moment.
He spoke from time to time, making the woman opposite him giggle.
He laughed along, with gentle eyes and elegant manners.
Ling Shu thought back and realized that even when facing him, Yue Dingtang had never been so attentive.
Yes, attentive.
The word was fitting here.
He let out a small sigh.
A server next to him bumped his arm. "The guests at table nine want a refill, hurry up!"
Yue Dingtang didn't know the name of the woman sitting across from him.
They had met by chance and hit it off immediately.
They only asked for each other's surnames, and she introduced herself as Miss You.
Yue Dingtang felt that behind this surname, there must be a name full of charm that would match the beautiful Miss You.
Miss You had also studied abroad like him, and was knowledgeable and humorous, making her an excellent conversationalist. They always had endless topics to discuss and never worried about awkward silences. No matter what he said, Miss You could always quickly pick up on it.
What was even more rare was that she was an excellent dancer, as Yue Dingtang had experienced at the dance party a few days ago.
"I would be honored if Miss You would dance with me again sometime," he said.
"Shouldn't you spend more time with your family, Mr. Yue?" Miss You smiled and pursed her lips.
"I can always make time for a dance," Yue Dingtang replied.
Miss You: "That means that Mr. Yue is already married?"
Yue Dingtang shook his head, saying, "I'm not married yet."
Miss You was surprised. "With your impressive appearance, how could you not be married yet?"
Yue Dingtang chuckled, "Having a good appearance and being married are two different things, aren't they?"
Miss You couldn't help but giggle, "That's true!"
This kind of remark was filled with the taste of a heartless man.
Ling Shu stood at a nearby table, refilling the guests' cups and listening to the conversation.
He silently sighed.
Yue Dingtang had his back turned to him and apparently hadn't noticed Ling Shu standing behind him until the latter walked over with a plate of freshly baked cookies and politely asked, "Would you like some more cookies? They just came out of the oven."
Yue Dingtang suddenly looked up and their eyes met, causing Yue Dingtang to show an expression of disbelief.
Ling Shu gave him a slight smile.
Yue Dingtang: ...
Ling Shu quickly averted his gaze and turned to Miss You, his smile even more charming.
Miss You obviously didn't expect such a handsome waiter in the coffee shop.
She was stunned for a moment, blushed slightly, and looked away.
"Then, give us one plate."
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