Chapter 642 - 176: Ye Shiyu, An Le Is Asking You Something
Yan Huan drank his jasmine milk green tea with less sugar and added coconut jelly, muttering,
"I didn’t expect Golden Lion Entertainment under the Golden Lion Group to take on something like this..."
Upon hearing this, Bai Yi, who was sipping her chocolate pearl milk tea, waved it off and said candidly,
"No, actually, it’s because participating in charity events is tax-deductible, and it helps enhance my reputation."
"...Isn’t that way too realistic?"
Bai Yi awkwardly sucked on her pearl milk tea and then raised her eyes to look at Yan Huan, blinking,
"That’s from the company’s and studio’s perspective. Personally, I also hope to bring beautiful music to the patients in the hospital."
"Emm, so, do you need my help with this kind of event or..."
Bai Yi awkwardly wrapped her black hair around her fingers and explained,
"Mainly, this time I’ll be singing the new song I wrote last time. It’s the first time I’ll be singing it publicly. I feel like if you’re there, I’ll have a bit more confidence."
Yan Huan propped his chin up and couldn’t help but laugh,
"Doesn’t that mean you’ll need me every time you sing a new song? What if I graduate, you can’t keep doing this forever, right?"
Upon hearing this, Bai Yi was slightly taken aback.
Then, her face turned a bit redder, her eyes started to dodge, and she mumbled inaudibly,
"Well, there’s nothing wrong with that..."
"...What did you say?"
"Nothing! Anyway, I’ll pay you for it!"
As she spoke, Bai Yi turned around with eyes glistening pitifully, grabbing Yan Huan’s hand and pleading,
"Please, please, please, I’ll be so grateful to you!"
Feeling her soft little hand wrapped around his, Yan Huan raised an eyebrow.
Just as he was about to speak, a formidable, icy shadow cast over the table, causing both Yan Huan and Bai Yi’s body temperatures to drop by several degrees.
Bai Yi was momentarily stunned, while Yan Huan’s expression changed drastically.
He turned his head, and, unsurprisingly, Ye Shiyu stood expressionlessly beside the table, staring straight at Bai Yi’s hand clinging onto Yan Huan’s.
"..."
Yan Huan swallowed a gulp, then quickly withdrew his hand.
He hadn’t used the straw with his mask for almost a week because of the Spencer incident, and it was just the same now.
But at this moment, facing Ye Shiyu’s pressure, he found he couldn’t even muster a smile without the mask.
If he didn’t want to show a painful smile akin to Agni’s, he’d better rely on the mask’s power...
"Sister Shiyu..."
The next second, once again wearing the ill-fitting mask, Yan Huan forced a smile, welcoming Ye Shiyu.
Ye Shiyu gave Yan Huan a harmless look, nodded, and then asked in a calm voice,
"Xiao Huan, may I sit?"
"Ah, sure."
Yan Huan had just agreed when Bai Yi, next to him, clicked her tongue inaudibly,
"Tsk..."
Ye Shiyu sat down quietly, her gaze looking at Bai Yi as if she were viewing a mere mortal.
The implication was clear:
Didn’t we make an alliance, so what are you doing?
We agreed to deal with Spencer together, and it’s only been a few days, and you’re already running off?
If this is the case, who knows what you’ll do with that sneaky demeanor in the future?
Indeed, once my app is back up, immediately I’ll...
Feeling Ye Shiyu’s shark-like gaze, Bai Yi broke under the pressure, sweating from her forehead.
She wiped away her sweat and reluctantly said,
"I was just talking to Yan Huan about Spencer’s stuff, Spencer is about to return to school, right?"
Yan Huan raised an eyebrow; she indeed asked this, but it was merely small talk before diving into the main topic.
But telling Ye Shiyu about it, wouldn’t she blow up again?
"..."
But to Yan Huan’s surprise, the terrifying pressure from Ye Shiyu actually subsided a little after hearing that.
What’s going on?
Yan Huan glanced at Ye Shiyu, who showed a faint hint of skepticism in her eyes, then at Bai Yi, who had a big sigh of relief.
Something’s off, these two...
Yan Huan felt there was something shady going on between those two but couldn’t quite put his finger on it.
Well, since it’s come to this point, might as well order some milk tea first.
"Sister Shiyu, what would you like to drink? I’ll order it for you."
Yan Huan pulled out his phone and scanned the code on the table, smiling at Ye Shiyu beside him.
"...I want..."
"Xiao Huan."
Just as Ye Shiyu was studying Yan Huan for a few seconds, and her expression gradually returned to normal, preparing to speak to Yan Huan, another soft and gentle voice suddenly interjected.
Another contender?!
Yan Huan looked up incredulously to see An Le standing there with her lips pursed, pinching the hem of her school uniform skirt, looking at him.
An Le?!
What are you doing here?
Don’t you know this is a high-level meeting? Why is a rookie like you here to stir things up?!
Yan Huan swallowed again, the mask on his face cracking with a ’ka-ka-ka’ sound, but he still massaged his brow painfully, saying,
"An Le...er, but this seat by the window is already full, so why not..."
Yan Huan considered it and still didn’t plan on letting An Le dive into the already chaotic battlefield, so he gave her an out.
In normal circumstances, given An Le’s soft and considerate nature, she would’ve blushed, waving her hands to make an excuse like,
"It’s fine, it’s fine, Xiao Huan...I...I was just planning to buy milk tea and take it away..."
But this time, An Le, upon hearing this, just looked at Ye Shiyu once, and then astonishingly moved forward, grabbing a chair from a nearby empty table.
"Thunk~"
With a light sound, the chair was placed beside Ye Shiyu.
Originally, the position was meant for two people, with one side against the wall, making it barely spacious enough for someone to sit opposite.
Now that An Le had placed another chair by the cramped Ye Shiyu’s side, it took on a slightly aggressive tone.
But An Le blushed still, seeming a bit shy, saying,
"It’s okay, I’ll... I’ll just sit beside Senior Sister Ye..."
"..."
No, An Le... Sister An Le, Lord An Le... you you you...
Aren’t you afraid?! Sitting next to this disaster magnet!!
Yan Huan and Bai Yi both swallowed hard, watching as Ye Shiyu looked expressionlessly at An Le, remaining unresponsive.
And meeting Ye Shiyu’s condescending gaze, An Le still smiled gently, though her hand never left the chair placed next to Ye Shiyu.
She simply asked,
"Senior Sister Ye, you don’t mind, right..."