Chapter 315: Chapter 315

Shi Yang felt a bit awkward hearing this; who wouldn’t when an ex-girlfriend says to your face, "You were so sneakily bad at wooing me back then," and feel a little flustered.

Shi Yang quickly said, "That was ages ago; I’ve long forgotten about it. Let’s not bring it up."

Zhang Jiahui looked at him with a half-smile, "What’s wrong with bringing it up? They are all good memories after all."

Shi Yang ran a hand through his wet hair. Less than a month, what was there to reminisce?

When Shi Yang’s hand flashed with a glint, Zhang Jiahui was momentarily dazzled and before she could take a closer look, Shi Yang had already slipped his hand habitually into his pocket.

Zhang Jiahui withdrew her gaze, narrowed her eyes, and suddenly laughed, "Oh dear, look how nervous you are. I’m just kidding. I came to see you for some serious matters. Is your baby store franchise still recruiting franchisees?"

Shi Yang looked at Zhang Jiahui, "Our city’s franchisees have already signed up, but other cities are still available."

Zhang Jiahui asked, "Who took the channels for our city first? Such foresight!"

Shi Yang didn’t mention Qian Jinqiu, instead he asked, "Who are you inquiring for? I suppose it’s not your brother-in-law?"

Zhang Jiahui replied, "Certainly not him; he just transferred Naughty Castle for my sister, and they’re busy running the milk tea shop. I have a friend, a rich second-generation, always idle, and has been eager to do something. I’m quite optimistic about you, and I was thinking of helping you make the connection."

"Please don’t. If you’re just optimistic about me, then better not help with the connection. I’m doing business, talking trade." Shi Yang spoke shrewdly, narrowing his eyes slightly.

Zhang Jiahui suddenly glared, "What do you mean?"

Shi Yang confidently said, "The friend you mentioned probably knows nothing about my brand, right? He likely hasn’t paid attention to this area. The franchisees I sincerely recruit must be reliable operators, otherwise, once a store is set up in a city and not run well, if it loses money and collapses, it affects my brand’s reputation. In the baby store business, without a reputation, what do you have to attract customers?"

Zhang Jiahui listened in astonishment, having to admit Shi Yang made a lot of sense; indeed, she hadn’t been completely honest with Shi Yang.

The rich second-generation she mentioned is no other than the schoolmate she met in college, who had been pursuing her since freshman year and hasn’t given up even now.

Zhang Jiahui thought that the rich kid was too womanly and lacked masculinity. Over the years, she couldn’t forget Shi Yang either; when she had a relationship in college, she habitually compared the other person to Shi Yang, quickly grew tired of dating, broke up, and never seriously dated anyone again.

Zhang Jiahui nodded, "How about this, I’ll bring him to your store someday, and you can have a chat with him, let him understand the industry first."

Shi Yang had no reason to refuse business knocking on the door, so he agreed with a smile, "Alright."

Zhang Jiahui took out her phone, "I don’t have your contact information yet, what’s your phone number? I’ll jot it down, and we can finalize the time and place for the meeting."

Shi Yang said, "1, 3, 5..."

Zhang Jiahui seriously inputted, "1, 3, 5..."

Zhao Meimei had a bellyful of beer and walked steadily with just a slight sway to her hips. She was already a bit tipsy, her face flushed, eyelids half-closed, smiling uncontrollably.

The store manager, who was accompanying her, took cold grilled lamb ribs to the barbecue chef to reheat them, and Zhao Meimei urgently needed the bathroom, so she didn’t wait.

The restaurant’s courtyard is large; the lit bathroom and the bright grilling area make the path between dark; those approaching can see clearly the people under the light, but those under the light struggle to see clearly the path in the courtyard.

From afar, Zhao Meimei saw Shi Yang standing at the bathroom door talking to someone. As she approached, she saw Shi Yang looking down at the other person and reciting his phone number, while the other person typing it seriously into their phone.

Zhang Jiahui saved the number, looked up with a smile, and said, "Do you think if I text you, you’d call me back right away like we used to, just because you’re too lazy to type it out?"

Shi Yang laughed lightly, "Alright, stop joking around."

Zhang Jiahui playfully glared at him, feeling that Shi Yang hadn’t changed much, still as cool and handsome, her heart tickled slightly, and suddenly asked, "Hey, I’ve always wanted to ask you, back then you didn’t say you wanted to break up, and I didn’t drop you; why did we suddenly end?"

It was at this moment that Zhao Meimei, eyes a bit dazed, walked out of the shadows and called out with a slurred voice, "...bro."

Shi Yang instinctively took a step back, creating some distance with Zhang Jiahui, who turned to look at Zhao Meimei surprised, "Meimei!" Orıginal content can be found at novelFirｅ.net

Zhao Meimei, face flushed from alcohol, remarkably held her composure; before Shi Yang and Zhang Jiahui, she neither made a scene nor accused or questioned them. She said to Zhang Jiahui, "Teacher, you’re here to eat too? What a coincidence, hehe."

Then she swung her hips and quickly ran into the bathroom past them, carefully checking the gender signs before entering the women’s restroom.

Zhao Meimei finished in the restroom, washed her hands, walked out the door, and neither Shi Yang nor Zhang Jiahui had left.

Shi Yang coughed lightly, "Meimei."

Though tipsy, Zhao Meimei was remarkably clear-headed, unlike the little girl rolling on the floor because of a little argument back then, she’d grown up, matured, becoming a wife who knows how to save face for her man outside the house.

A woman’s husband gets involved in a flirtatious debt, a little stir might arise, but we must remain calm, regardless of how things turn out at home, one mustn’t lose composure in front of a rival.

Zhao Meimei lifted her thin eyelids, revealing a smile tainted with alcohol, "Bro, were you waiting for me? I’m feeling a bit dizzy, could you hold me?"

Shi Yang was busy fighting remorse and convincing himself that even if the girlfriend pounced and quarreled, he’d hold his temper, pacify her first; unexpectedly hearing Zhao Meimei say this left him stunned momentarily. He quickly went forward and up two steps, reached out, and held Zhao Meimei by the waist, helping her stand firm.

Zhang Jiahui asked concernedly, "Meimei, did you drink too much?"