Lü Chengwen patted Shen An's shoulder with a look of sympathy and said, "Your dad is doing it for your own good."
Fu Yang followed up, "Exactly. It's hard enough for him to specifically get you a Tianzi-level private room during this kind of festival. Didn't I hear they were all booked up before the New Year?"
Shen An giggled, "Hehe, is it possible that they said it's fully booked because they didn't want you guys to book it?"
"This place looks like it's full of prestige."
Seeing Jiang Cheng say this, Shen An added, "Hehe, although ordinary people can't book it, if you wanted to, Brother Cheng, it should be easy for you."
"Hmm?"
This went without saying. Not just in Kyoto, there probably wasn't a place in all of China that wouldn't host him.
If there was? Jiang Cheng felt it would probably be because some young lady had exceptionally good willpower.
Fu Yang thought Jiang Cheng didn't understand.
He added, "Some businessmen might not necessarily be able to book this place."
At this moment, the carved lattice partition in the "Moon-Gazing Pavilion" next to Jiang Cheng's room was half-closed.
Through that half-open door, one could vaguely see Qiu Yihe sitting inside, her hand tightly clutching a teacup, while her beautiful eyes glanced toward Jiang Cheng's private room from time to time.
When Jiang Cheng came upstairs just now, Qiu Yihe had already seen him through the door curtain.
Seeing Qiu Yihe's gaze constantly fixed on the private room next door...
Zhou Yi, sitting directly opposite Qiu Yihe, couldn't help but frown and asked softly, "Miss Qiu?"
Qiu Yihe smiled somewhat awkwardly and explained, "Sorry, I think I saw an acquaintance. I'd like to go over and say hello, is that okay?"
Seeing Zhou Yi nod, Qiu Yihe stood up, smoothed her qipao, and then quickly walked toward Jiang Cheng's private room.
"Jiang Cheng."
Hearing the voice, the conversation among Jiang Cheng and the others stopped.
Qiu Yihe stood before the Xiangfei bamboo curtain, her fingers unconsciously stroking the Mutton-fat jade bracelet on her wrist.
She had specially worn a moon-white qipao today, with an emerald brooch given by her father pinned to the collar; she looked like a meticulously pruned orchid.
Seeing that it was Shen An and the others, Qiu Yihe smiled and greeted them one by one.
"Wow, it's actually Sister-in-law!" Shen An suddenly exclaimed, his voice slightly exaggerated.
"Sister-in-law, please have a seat!" Fu Yang quickly chimed in, standing up to pull out a chair for Qiu Yihe.
"This is quite a coincidence. I didn't expect to run into Sister-in-law here!" Lü Chengwen also said with a smile.
These repeated calls of "Sister-in-law" caused a blush to gradually creep onto Qiu Yihe's cheeks, making them feel a bit hot.
But last time at the bar, when they called her that, she indeed hadn't denied it.
Now, since Jiang Cheng hadn't spoken up to deny it, it wouldn't be right for her to deny it either.
"Why are you here too?" Jiang Cheng said with some surprise.
Hearing this question, a hint of embarrassment immediately surfaced on Qiu Yihe's face.
If the people here weren't Shen An and the others, she would have spoken plainly.
But now, she didn't know how to answer.
Moreover, she glimpsed Zhou Yi already walking over from the private room.
"Um... just out for tea with a friend. Then I won't disturb you... I'll go first..."
The sound of military boots stepping on the Golden silk nanmu floor made a dull thud.
Before Qiu Yihe could finish her sentence, Zhou Yi had already walked to her side.
With one hand in his pocket, he leaned close to Qiu Yihe's ear and whispered, "So these are your friends?"
His voice was deep and magnetic, carrying a hint of light banter.
After speaking, he even scanned the people present, his gaze sharp and cold.
He found no one he recognized, but when he saw a businessman like Fu Yang present...
A flicker of contempt flashed in the depths of his eyes.
Fu Yang was a businessman; although he was dressed glamorously, in the eyes of someone like Zhou Yi, he was nothing more than an ordinary rich man.
When he arrived earlier, he had already inquired about the general situation of the private rooms upstairs today.
After all, people who could book private rooms in this place were not ordinary; most were from the same circle.
To avoid unnecessary trouble or even conflict, who booked which room was not a secret.
As for Jiang Cheng's room, he hadn't heard of any special figures visiting; it was just booked by a wealthy businessman's son.
Qiu Yihe nodded faintly, "Yes. Jiang Cheng, I won't disturb you then, I'll go first..."
Before she could finish, Zhou Yi interrupted her.
He then continued, "I am Zhou Yi, from the Special Warfare Brigade."
Zhou Yi's expression clearly showed he had no intention of leaving.
Just now, he had heard very clearly when Shen An and the others called Qiu Yihe "Sister-in-law."
Based on his observation and judgment, there was clearly no real romantic relationship between Qiu Yihe and Jiang Cheng.
If they were truly a couple, how could Jiang Cheng sit so carelessly in his chair without making any move to stand up and welcome her?
Even Qiu Yihe seemed a bit flustered by his arrival; so, clearly, Qiu Yihe liked Jiang Cheng?
Yesterday, Zhou Yi accompanied his grandfather to visit Qiu Yihe's maternal grand-uncle's house for New Year greetings.
Originally, Qiu Yihe's grand-uncle intended to set Zhou Yi up with those two sisters of Qiu Yihe's.
Unfortunately, those two were quite unattractive, and Zhou Yi didn't take a liking to them.
However, for Qiu Yihe, Zhou Yi could be said to have fallen in love at first sight.
Moreover, Qiu Zheng had also clearly stated that Qiu Yihe currently did not have a boyfriend.
Not only that, Qiu Zheng also mentioned that he intended to look for a reliable young man for Qiu Yihe in Kyoto.
Because of this, Zhou Yi had specifically used his elders' connections today to successfully ask Qiu Yihe out.
Whether it was Qiu Yihe's personality, appearance, or figure, Zhou Yi was very satisfied.
However, those few shouts of "Sister-in-law" were like a sharp sword piercing straight into Zhou Yi's heart, making him feel extremely displeased.
Looking at Zhou Yi's guarded posture, the private room suddenly fell silent.
The melon seeds in Shen An's hand stopped mid-air, and Lü Chengwen quickly lowered his legs which were propped up on the tea table.
Fu Yang's expression also became somewhat stiff.
His eyes were fixed on Jiang Cheng's reaction.