Flash Marriage, Deep Love
Chapter 155: Birthday Banquet (3)

Chapter 155: Chapter 155: Birthday Banquet (3)

"But miss, if the car has an alarm, it will go off as soon as I touch it!"

"If it goes off, can’t you just walk away? What do you have those legs for?" After finishing, Li Jia turned around with a livid face, leaving the driver frowning.

These days, employees have to watch the boss’s expression. It’s unavoidable. Although Li Jia was difficult to serve, her father paid him well. Even though he was reluctant to follow Li Jia’s orders, in order to keep his job, he had no choice but to do as she said. After all, it’s not like she’s asking him to commit murder or arson. He just had to grit his teeth and bear it!

In the villa’s hall, there weren’t many guests, but not too few either. Whether familiar or not, everyone could chat together, always discussing business, money, or their children. Mi Jing didn’t like such occasions and felt very restricted, so she quietly stayed by Qin Huiyi’s side, listening and watching as she exchanged pleasantries with others. Finally, when the birthday star was free, Mi Jing and Qin Huiyi finally approached Yang Di.

"Professor, happy birthday!" Mi Jing handed over the gift she was holding, beaming brightly.

"Thank you for thinking of me." Yang Di smiled as she accepted the gift from Mi Jing. Having taught for nearly thirty years, she had maintained good relationships with her students, though she was particularly fond of two—Mi Jing and Qin Huiyi.

"Jing, Yi, have a seat." Yang Di warmly welcomed them.

In front of Yang Di, Mi Jing and Qin Huiyi both relaxed and took their seats beside her.

"Jing, I heard from Yi that you got married?" Yang Di asked casually yet curiously.

"Yes. I just got married recently. Since we’re not planning to hold a wedding, I didn’t tell you." Mi Jing explained with a smile.

"Really married? Not faking it to avoid my matchmaking, are you?" Yang Di’s tone was gentle, speaking in a soft and elegant manner, a very warm person, not as domineering as Fang Qingru, nor intimidating like the old lady.

"How could that be? I would never joke about something like marriage." Mi Jing suddenly felt a bit sweaty. In the professor’s eyes, did she seem so heartless?

"It’s hard to say!" Yang Di smiled gently, glancing at Mi Jing’s bare hands. "Since you’re married, even if you don’t hold a wedding, you should at least have a ring, right?"

A ring?

Only then did Mi Jing realize the problem. It’s been over two months since she and Shen Lingxing got their marriage certificate, but neither had mentioned anything about rings, let alone prepared any.

Mi Jing’s eyes flickered slightly. She smiled and said, "I’m not used to wearing rings, so I left it at home."

"Then you at least know which finger to wear a wedding ring on, right?" Noticing Mi Jing’s slight change in expression, Yang Di didn’t believe her explanation at all.

"Uh..."

Mi Jing was at a loss. She had only heard about it from Li Bao’er and the others, but had forgotten it right after, not remembering at all.

"See, Yi, I knew she wasn’t telling the truth." Thinking she had seen through Mi Jing’s little lie, Yang Di smiled even more warmly. She waved to a servant behind her and instructed, "Go upstairs and call Yufan down, tell him I need to speak with him."

Professor, what are you doing?

Are you trying to introduce someone? Also, why does the name Yufan sound so familiar?

Mi Jing was completely at a loss, regretting not bringing her marriage certificate with her when she left home.

The hall was crowded, with people chatting in small groups. The noise was noticeable, but suddenly the atmosphere quieted down. Everyone’s attention shifted to the man walking down the stairs.

Zhao Yufan, the prodigy who became famous in Jin City at the age of eight, a genius painter with numerous awards. Not only is he highly renowned domestically, but he also has a significant reputation abroad, truly a pride among Chinese people.

He was refined and handsome, tall and slim, with fair skin and remarkable temperament. Like Yang Di, he had a gentle aura.

As he appeared, most people’s eyes lit up. Many wanted to rush forward for an autograph but considering the occasion, no one dared to act rashly.

Zhao Yufan walked straight to Yang Di. Under everyone’s gaze, he calmly approached her and greeted, "Aunt."

"Yufan, come, let me introduce you to my students Mi Jing and Qin Huiyi." Yang Di introduced Zhao Yufan affectionately and gently.

"Hello, Senior!"

Mi Jing and Qin Huiyi spoke almost simultaneously, their voices overlapping, making it very clear to everyone present.

Zhao Yufan was the most prominent figure at their school. Under the halo of a genius painter, he had a large following and was a frequent target for media interviews. Before entering university, Mi Jing had already heard the name "Zhao Yufan." He was three years ahead of her, and in her freshman year, Zhao Yufan’s name was mentioned most frequently by both teachers and students in both professional and casual settings. However, she never knew that Senior Zhao was the professor’s nephew!

"Hello, juniors." Zhao Yufan’s brown eyes sparkled as he smiled slightly.

"Hello, Senior Yufan!" As soon as Zhao Yufan finished speaking, Li Jia stepped out from the crowd, grasping her skirt. She stood firmly and extended her hand, smiling brightly.

"You are..." Zhao Yufan ignored Li Jia’s outstretched hand and looked at her made-up face.

"I’m also from Y University, three years your junior." Li Jia tried her best to display a sweet smile, completely unaware that her few red-stained teeth were fully exposed to Zhao Yufan.

Seeing this, Zhao Yufan turned around. Under everyone’s puzzled gaze, he grabbed a tissue from a nearby table, handed it to Li Jia, and said, "Junior, your teeth are dirty!"

Pfft—

Someone immediately laughed out loud, a small sound but clear enough for everyone to hear.

In that moment, Li Jia’s mind went blank. Several seconds later, realizing how embarrassed she was, her face turned bright red. She took the tissue from Zhao Yufan, covered her mouth, and rushed out. Her awkwardness made Mi Jing and Qin Huiyi want to laugh but they held back, almost to the point of internal injury.

Zhao Yufan had a severe cleanliness obsession, which was no secret. Anyone who followed the news about him knew this. As such, he disliked being close to strangers, let alone physical contact like shaking hands.