He was quite handsome, appearing very young, perhaps around twenty-five. He wore a suit, but it couldn't conceal his unrestrained aura. Lan Lan, having met countless people, knew at a glance that he was likely a playboy and had probably approached her for a pickup.
She had spent so many years at pubs, encountering this situation many times. As long as the man was decent-looking, she would usually chat with him for a bit, though nothing serious would come of it. But she liked handsome men, and she didn't consider a touch on the shoulder to be excessive.
However, this time, she instinctively dodged. She even glanced towards Liang Yufeng's table. She knew Liang Yufeng must be paying attention to her. Indeed, as soon as she looked, their eyes met. Even from a distance, Lan Lan could feel his displeasure. At that moment, the man behind her spoke, "Beautiful lady, you look stunning today."
Lan Lan frowned. How could this young, handsome man use such a cliché and cheesy pickup line?
"Do we know each other?" Lan Lan asked coolly, unwilling to engage with him. Anyone with a bit of sense would recognize her words as a rejection, indicating she didn't want to talk.
But the man seemed oblivious. He even introduced himself, "We didn't know each other before, but let's get acquainted now. My name is Qin Yi, and my father is the CEO of Yongfei."
Lan Lan glanced at him, immediately recognizing him as a spoiled rich kid who relied on his father. He lacked any real ability and only flaunted his father's achievements. She despised such people, finding him inferior even to Liang Yufeng's toenails.
"Oh, I've heard of your father. Do you need something from me?" After all, this was Lin Mei and Xing Zheng's wedding, and she couldn't make too much of a scene. At any other occasion, Lan Lan would have already couldn't resist mocking him.
"I want to pursue you," Qin Yi said very directly. He pulled out his phone and struck what he thought was a handsome pose. "Can we exchange WeChat?"
"I'm not interested in you. No need," Lan Lan's refusal was very direct, which caused Qin Yi to lose face.
Playboy rich kids like Qin Yi were usually surrounded by women. He considered himself incredibly charming, believing no woman was unattainable. Now, being publicly embarrassed by a woman at such an event, how could he tolerate it?
Qin Yi's face immediately turned ashen. Just as he was about to lash out, Lin Mei and Xing Zheng happened to arrive at their table to toast. Xing Zheng looked at Qin Yi, then at Lan Lan's impatient expression, and guessed what was happening.
"This is my and my wife's wedding," Xing Zheng said, not giving Qin Yi any face. "I don't want any unpleasantness to occur. I hope everyone knows what they should and shouldn't do."
How dare Qin Yi oppose Xing Zheng? He was someone his own father had to curry favor with. Therefore, despite his many grievances, he could only retreat in disgrace.
After Qin Yi left, Xing Zheng raised his glass to Lan Lan. "Sorry."
Lan Lan smiled. "It's a small matter. Come, cheers, congratulations on your wedding."
After toasting, Lin Mei and Xing Zheng moved to the next table. Although Lin Mei had a good tolerance for alcohol, Xing Zheng wouldn't allow her to drink anymore. When their classmates had been egging them on earlier, Xing Zheng had drunk on her behalf. It was evident to everyone how much Xing Zheng doted on Lin Mei.
After they left, the classmates at the table began to comment, "Xing Zheng is so good to Lin Mei. They've been married for over two years, and their relationship is still so good."
"Yes, I was worried he wasn't very reliable, but now I'm relieved. He was so attentive to Lin Mei just now!"
Lan Lan and Feng Feng did not join this conversation. They knew the state of Lin Mei and Xing Zheng's relationship better than anyone.
Feng Feng sipped her red wine and chatted with Lan Lan, "Why didn't you react when that guy hit on you?"
Qin Yi was not bad-looking; in fact, he was quite outstanding. He was over 1.85 meters tall, likely had a good physique, possessed superior features, and carried an unrestrained, arrogant demeanor. He was also a few years younger than Lan Lan. For a while, Lan Lan had liked this type of man. If such a man approached her at a pub, she would engage in some banter.
Although nothing would happen, it wouldn't be like today, where she rejected him so directly, as if she were "guarding her chastity."
"Not interested," Lan Lan stated her thoughts. "The moment he started, he introduced his father and said he had no ability himself, relying on his dad at his age. Compared to Liang Yufeng, he's far behind."
Lan Lan didn't realize the implication of her words, but Feng Feng caught the hidden meaning. She asked, "Is Liang Yufeng your standard for measuring men now?"
Lan Lan, usually eloquent, was instantly rendered speechless. Yes, what was wrong with her? Why would she subconsciously compare other men to Liang Yufeng, even thinking that the other man couldn't even compare to Liang Yufeng's toenails? Had Liang Yufeng become this important in her heart?
Feng Feng saw Lan Lan's speechless expression and said softly to her, "Do you want to re-evaluate his place in your heart?"
Last time, Lan Lan had said she had only had a slight thought of "seriously dating" Liang Yufeng, but her current reaction was clearly more than that.
Upon hearing this, Lan Lan glanced towards Liang Yufeng's table. She saw a CEO taking his daughter to speak with him. The woman was young, at most twenty-five, delicate and vibrant. Lan Lan could tell from a distance that she admired and adored Liang Yufeng, and Liang Yufeng seemed to be looking at her too.
Lan Lan unconsciously gritted her teeth. She knew, of course, that men fundamentally liked younger women and those who admired them. She could never achieve the kind of gaze that the young lady had, and she couldn't satisfy his vanity in that regard.
Feng Feng noticed this and asked with a smile, "Aren't you going to go over and see?"
"See what? They're having a pleasant conversation," Lan Lan withdrew her gaze. She wouldn't go and upset herself.
Feng Feng said, "Oh. Why is this red wine a bit sour?"
Lan Lan glared at her, "Don't think I don't realize you're implying something."
Feng Feng: "I'm not. I'm saying you're feeling guilty."
Lan Lan: "..."
"We met when we were eighteen," Feng Feng began counting on her fingers. "A full twelve years. I've watched you go through so many boyfriends, and this is the first time I've seen you jealous over a man."
Lan Lan had no rebuttal. Her reaction just now was indeed jealousy, and it wasn't the first time. Previously, because of Zhou Bing, she had felt jealous once.
That time, she had comforted herself, telling herself it was an accident. She was Lan Lan, after all, a veteran of the dating scene, how could she get jealous over such trivial matters?
After comforting herself, she thought there wouldn't be a second time. Unexpectedly, the second time came so quickly.
She didn't like being a jealous person, and when it happened to her, she couldn't accept it.
How had she become so sentimental?
Feng Feng seemed to read her mind and added, "Have you ever considered that this might be what love is supposed to feel like?"