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Chapter 857 - 854 Why So Distant?

Chapter 857: Chapter 854 Why So Distant?

Ling Qingyun, a man only in his early twenties, looked at Tong Xiaohua in the dim, yellow, and slightly ambiguous light of the VIP Room and couldn’t help but feel she looked too ethereal to belong to this world.

His heart entertained a few whimsical ideas, and as he looked at Tong Xiaohua, something inexplicable began to add to his gaze.

Tong Xiaohua’s thoughts weren’t on Ling Qingyun. After responding to him, she picked up the phone and dialed a number to order someone to pack and deliver two dozen bottles of red wine.

She was completely unaware of Ling Qingyun’s burning gaze on her.

Most of Yan Bo’s attention was fixed on Tong Xiaohua, and when he occasionally glanced back, he caught Ling Qingyun’s unguarded stare at Tong Xiaohua.

His eyes darkened, and he swirled his wine glass, "Young Master Ling, didn’t I hear you mention a while ago that your family had arranged a blind date banquet for you? How is it going, is the happy event approaching?"

Yan Bo’s interruption was quite abrupt. Ling Qingyun was taken aback for a moment and dragged his heated gaze away from Tong Xiaohua to meet Yan Bo’s eyes.

He wasn’t sure if it was an illusion, but Yan Bo, who was always so gentle and polite, seemed to have a sharp glint in his eyes suddenly.

Ling Qingyun brushed it off as a trick of his own sight and touched his nose with a cough, "Young Master Yan, such disheartening topics are better left unspoken at this time."

Yan Bo chuckled, "Disheartening? Shouldn’t this be a joyful matter?"

As the two of them spoke, the room’s door was knocked on, and the manager personally delivered two cases of well-packed red wine.

The conversation between Yan Bo and Ling Qingyun was interrupted, leaving Yan Bo extremely displeased.

But Ling Qingyun was puzzled, wondering what was wrong with Young Master Yan this evening.

"Young Master Yan, Young Master Ling, these are our exclusive wines. If you like them after tasting, just give me a call, and I’ll have them delivered," said the manager.

Ling Qingyun was naturally pleased inside because this meant he would have the opportunity to interact with the beautiful eldest daughter of the Tong family in the future.

But Yan Bo was becoming increasingly unhappy. It had taken him two meals and over a dozen days of sending flowers to finally get her to call him Yan Bo.

Now, why had it changed back to Young Master Yan again?

Was it because Ling Qingyun was present?

But just a moment ago, everything was fine, wasn’t it? How had everything changed after drinking barely half a glass of wine?

Yan Bo tilted his head and discreetly observed Tong Xiaohua, while Tong Xiaohua, due to her previous contemplation, now deliberately placed Yan Bo and Ling Qingyun on the same level.

She chastised herself for being too thick-skinned, recalling that her father had warned her from the beginning about Young Master Yan’s interest in her.

She had thought that someone like him, an aristocratic family youth, whether it came to emotions or to a female companion, would likely have a playful attitude.

But after reflecting on it, it seemed he wasn’t simply playing around.

Yet there she was, knowingly allowing him to get close despite being aware of his interest in her.

Tong Xiaohua admitted to herself that she wasn’t ready for a relationship. After all, her current situation was akin to walking a tightrope between two cliffs, a single misstep could send her into an abyss with no hope of return.

Right now, she had neither the time nor the energy to be involved in a relationship.

Even if it was to be a relationship based merely on enjoyment, she didn’t have the inclination for it.

"Xiao Hua, why are you treating me like a stranger?" Yan Bo couldn’t decipher her expression and decided to ask directly.

Meanwhile, Ling Qingyun was still pondering why Young Master Yan seemed like a different person. Hearing Yan Bo’s direct question to Tong Xiaohua and observing the look of resentful anger in his eyes, and piecing it together with Yan Bo’s question, he vaguely sensed that he might understand what was going on!

Ling Qingyun was quite frightened by his own speculation; after all, Yan Bo was an authentic young master from an aristocratic family. Even if he didn’t follow the official path, any person pulled from his family could be a powerful figure who would terrify others.

And what about Tong Xiaohua?

Previously, she was the daughter of L City’s gangster boss, and now, she’s the current head of the Tong Family. With such a background, could there really be no problem?

Of course, in this day and age, both men and women are often quite casual about many relationships, so it wasn’t out of the question that Third Young Master Yan was merely a little interested in Tong Xiaohua, thinking of having a bit of fun with her.

But was Tong Xiaohua the kind of person one could easily mess with?

Anyway, whether these two people were serious or just playing around, it was extremely unsuitable.

With that thought, Ling Qingyun felt that he needed to do something to remind Yan Bo, or perhaps to directly warn both of them.

Any trace of flirtatious intention he had harbored before had already been scared out of him.

He was considering what to say when he heard Tong Xiaohua speak.

"Third Young Master Yan, it’s not that I’m being distant. You and Young Master Ling are my VIPs! In a moment, I’ll notify my colleagues, and from now on, both Third Young Master and Young Master Ling will receive VIP pricing at Dynamic."

"No need, I, Yan Bo, am not so poor that I can’t afford regular-priced drinks!" Yan Bo coldly retorted.

This statement clearly sounded like he was speaking in a huff!

Tong Xiaohua secretly frowned, yet she reached out for the bottle of wine and poured half a glass into Yan Bo’s empty wine glass.

"Sorry, I’m quite direct when I speak. I genuinely treat you both as VIPs, and I didn’t expect to cause a misunderstanding with Third Young Master Yan. Young Master Ling, could you please put in a good word for me?"

But Yan Bo would rather be a regular friend without any special privileges than accept this kind of obligatory VIP treatment.

He gave Tong Xiaohua a deep look and remained silent.

Ling Qingyun vaguely sensed the air thick with tension and inwardly regretted suggesting they have drinks.

Having said her piece, Tong Xiaohua cast a pleading look at him.

Ling Qingyun stiffly picked up his wine glass and touched it to Yan Bo’s, "Third Young Master, come on, let’s have a drink. If Miss Tong said something wrong, just laugh it off. We’re grown men; why haggle with a little girl over such things?"

Yan Bo didn’t even reach for his drink; instead, he leaned back, stretched his arms out in a line across the back of the sofa, and his chilly gaze swept over Ling Qingyun before settling on Tong Xiaohua.

Ling Qingyun felt a tingle in his scalp from his look; he had never known that this Third Young Master could have such a chilling side.

And Tong Xiaohua, she also felt somewhat guilty and was now sipping her wine with her eyes downcast.

Yan Bo suddenly felt very bored, with both Ling Qingyun and Tong Xiaohua.

"Sorry, that was petty of me! I’ve just remembered something and have to go!"

As he spoke, he had already stood up.

Tong Xiaohua looked up in astonishment. Yan Bo was standing under the light, and although she couldn’t make out the expression on his face, the atmosphere radiated an eerie vibe. She felt as if she was not only engulfed in his tall shadow but as if the temperature around her had also dropped a few degrees because of his presence.

"Third Young Master, that’s not what I meant..."

Tong Xiaohua wanted to explain, but Yan Bo showed no intention of listening to her, turned around, and took long strides towards the door, opened it, slipped through, and left, leaving the two people inside looking at each other, nonplussed.