C50 I'll Go to Your House Tonight!

The man's features were refined, with a prominent nose bridge, slightly pursed thin lips, and elongated eyes that seemed to capture the chill of moonlight.

He stood at the entrance, Qin Chuan trailing behind him.

Whether he had overheard the server's earlier comment was uncertain.

Chen Xixi's eyes followed her gaze, and she clapped a hand over her mouth in astonishment. "Mr. Bo!"

Qin Lang turned as well, his expression subtly shifting.

A hush fell over the room. The server glanced between Bo Yandong and Gu Zhiwei's group, struggling to find words before finally asking, "You all know each other?"

Qin Lang presented his phone with the payment QR code to her, saying, "Let's settle the bill first."

"Hold on," the man interjected, pulling out his own phone and striding to the counter.

Standing at 6 feet 1 inch, his legs were long and straight, his tailored suit hugging a well-built frame, exuding an air of restraint.

He displayed his payment code to the server, "Use mine."

Qin Lang's brow furrowed as he glanced at the slightly taller man beside him, hesitating but not withdrawing his hand.

The server, faced with two phones, was momentarily baffled.

It was only two cups of milk tea; why the rush to pay?

Seeing Qin Lang's lack of tact, Chen Xixi hurried over and yanked him aside, whispering fiercely, "Have you lost your mind? Mr. Bo is paying for Zhiwei. Why are you causing a scene?"

Qin Lang looked down at his phone, his grip tightening.

Once the milk tea was purchased, the group dispersed.

Chen Xixi, who had a part-time shift at a restaurant that evening, quickly informed Gu Zhiwei before dashing off to catch her bus.

Gu Zhiwei stood close to Bo Yandong, sipping through a straw, her lips glistening with dewy condensation, looking irresistibly soft and rosy.

Qin Lang averted his eyes, his voice lost to the evening breeze, "I'll wait for the bus here. You go ahead."

Gu Zhiwei nodded with a lazy tone, "Okay."

As she lifted her gaze to the man beside her, her eyes crinkled with a smile. "Yandong, shall we go?"

"Yes." The man cast a subtle glance at Qin Lang, his hand deftly encircling Gu Zhiwei's slender waist in a slightly exaggerated display of possession.

He was off work today, dressed down in a casual white shirt with the top buttons undone, exposing his finely sculpted collarbones.

His bangs hung loosely over his forehead, tousled and adding a touch of boyish charm.

From a distance, they made a striking pair.

Gu Zhiwei sipped her drink through a straw, her eyes curving into a smile as she admired him. "Yandong, you look really handsome like this."

Bo Yandong's face remained impassive, but a flicker of pleasure crossed his eyes as he gave Qin Lang an indifferent glance.

His cool look carried an undertone of masculine possessiveness.

Qin Lang felt a slight stiffness in his hand at his side, a sense of loss inexplicably passing through him.

He couldn't pinpoint the source of this feeling, but he was irked by the couple's sweet exchange.

Bo Yandong observed Qin Lang's rigid demeanor, his lips quickly curving into a smirk.

Just a young man in his early twenties—how could he measure up?

He tightened his hold on the girl's waist, drawing her closer into his embrace.

When she offered him the straw, he paused for a moment before parting his lips and taking it into his mouth.

The taste of strawberries was sweet and delightful.

"Does it taste good?" Gu Zhiwei asked, gazing up at him, her eyes brimming with adoration.

Bo Yandong shot another casual glance at Qin Lang, his lips lifting slightly. "It's very sweet, just like you."

Gu Zhiwei's fingers tensed, a flicker of surprise crossing her eyes.