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Chapter 872 - 487 Not a Broken Tile House
Chapter 872: Chapter 487 Not a Broken Tile House
"This guy really knows how to put on an act!" Yan Fei murmured to Xu Xiaoyan, pulling her to the side.
"Yan Sanfen, can’t you behave yourself for once?" Xu Xiaoyan shot him a look and pinched his hand hard.
"Behave? Don’t you think this kid is too showy? From what he says, you’d think the Provincial City was his backyard... Ouch, pinch all you want, but don’t squeeze, okay? What if you damage your nails?"
"Whose fault is it that your skin is so thick?" Xu Xiaoyan didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at his remarks. "The guy’s paying for us to have fun, and yet you have so much to say. If you don’t settle down, I’m going to get mad!"
"Alright, alright..."
Inside the Provincial Museum, Bai Xiaobin was explaining with great enthusiasm: "They started building this place five or six years ago, and it’s still not completely finished. Look at these pieces, they’re all from the old Stone Carving Art Gallery. Just this past summer, the province issued a document to merge the gallery with the museum here. I heard they are going to change the museum’s name to Museum Yard too. It’s estimated that it won’t be open until at least next year..."
Xu Yue and the first girl of the Xu Family were listening with great interest. Xu Xiaoyan also wanted to listen seriously, but Yan Fei kept mumbling in her ear, so she had to split her attention to ’discipline’ this restless guy.
Bai Xiaobin was Xu Xiaoyan’s older sister’s boyfriend. The group had been shopping around the city for most of the afternoon, and each person was still carrying something. Toward the end of the shopping spree, nobody knew exactly how it came up, but they ended up at the Provincial Museum—a clear sign it was Bai Xiaobin who had intentionally mentioned the museum since no one else knew he had the connections to get people into a museum that wasn’t officially open yet.
The museum was currently merging with the Stone Carving Art Gallery and wasn’t open to individuals for the time being, except when some schools in the Provincial City organized group activities, they could apply to visit the parts that were already completed.
This was precisely what Bai Xiaobin was proud of. His family lived in the Provincial City, and he just so happened to have the right connections with some people in the museum—quite close acquaintances at that. Bringing a few people in for a tour was therefore a piece of cake for him.
In fact, he was a pretty decent guy, at least quite generous. Most of the shopping expenses were paid by him. After all, Yan Fei and the others had just met his girlfriend’s family. During such a critical moment, spending money was absolutely necessary. Otherwise, if the siblings went home and spread some rumors, his future visits as a son-in-law would be tough.
Young men with newly confirmed girlfriends can’t help but strut like peacocks, showing off whenever they get the chance. That’s not really a big flaw. Unfortunately, this was exactly what irritated Yan Fei, who thought the guy boasted too much. Just by bringing people into the museum, he kept reminding them that it was closed, as if worried they would forget it was his connections that got them in.
To say he was a little arrogant and liked to brag wasn’t a major fault. He was young, academically successful, and from a well-off family. Even the first girl of the Xu Family was surprised; she’d only thought that Bai Xiaobin’s family was financially better off. She didn’t expect him to have the capability to bring people into museums—romance for young people was different from arranged matches. With arranged matches, families were understood in advance, but young people in love only talk about poetry and dreams, foolishly without even clarifying each other’s family backgrounds.
Yan Fei didn’t really have much against it; he was just idle. At school, among his classmates, he was a student; outside the school in Sancha River township, he was the widely renowned and undisputed Boss Yan; and in the dinosaur world, he became the omnipotent dark lord—at least in the eyes of those laborers.
But beside Xu Xiaoyan, he was Yan Xiaofei—sometimes dopey, sometimes shrewd, occasionally showing off his ’omnipotence,’ and now even picking up some sweet talk, fooling that naive girl Yan Xiaofei.
"Laosan, can you guys hurry up? What are you two muttering about again? Let’s go, I’m starving to death, we’re heading to your place for a meal." After touring the museum, when they reached the main entrance, Xu Yue turned to the two muttering behind her and expressed her dissatisfaction.
Actually, except for when others were spending money on her, the second girl of the Xu Family hadn’t been very satisfied all afternoon. The guy up front, Bai Xiaobin, was only paying attention to her older sister, like a strutting peacock, while the two behind kept sticking together, as if they had endless things to whisper about. This left her, the second girl, feeling as if she didn’t exist at all—as if she shouldn’t exist.
Using the most popular term of the moment, she was a true ’third wheel’.
There’s nothing more miserable than being a third wheel for two couples compared to being one for a single couple—it’s completely different.
Those with experience know that when there are three people, the couple definitely can’t ignore the third person, especially if they have just started dating. Having an ’outsider’ to mediate can even help accelerate the development of the couple’s relationship. But when there are two couples, it’s a tragedy for the ’third wheel’.
Each couple tends to believe that with so many people together, surely the other couple would take care of the ’third wheel,’ so they don’t have to worry. When both couples think like this, the result is this: despite being surrounded by several people, even though the ’third wheel’ is a noticeable beauty and top student in school, she can easily be overlooked.
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