He looked deeply at Murong. "Now I understand why you wanted me."

Yuan Chen had a character on him like he was born nasty.

Murong threw up her hands helplessly.

Ye Fei considered this. To tell the truth, he hadn't really been acting like Murong's boyfriend so far.

That was because Ye Fei didn't know she was in trouble. Now he decided to help her.

Ye Fei stretched out his arm to hold Murong's slender waist and pulled her in close.

"Ye Fei, what..."

Murong was stunned for a moment and tried to escape, her face red, but suddenly thought of Yuan Chen watching them and could only silently nestle in Ye Fei's arms.

"Oh... That's a very special smell."

Ye Fei's clothes had a faint smell of tobacco and laundry detergent mixed with a little sweat.

Logically speaking, this wasn't a very pleasant smell, but Murong blushed.

Seeing Ye Fei and Murong deliberately showing their love, Yuan Chen gritted his teeth.

Most people would leave at that point, but Yuan Chen was not most people. In other words, he just didn't know when to quit. As long as he liked a girl, he would keep bothering her.

Moreover, Yuan Chen thought from the get-go that Ye Fei was a country b.u.mpkin, and even if he pulled her into his arms, Yuan Chen still thought Ye Fei was a common itinerant laborer employed by Murong to pretend to be her boyfriend.

"I can't believe Murong's letting that filthy lowlife get so intimate with her, d.a.m.n it." Yuan Chen's small eyes focused on Ye Fei as he thought of a scheme to humiliate him.

Yuan Chen stretched out his hand to throw the ninety-nine red roses in his arms into the trash bin, "Oh, flowers, why do you want to grow on a pile of cow s.h.i.+t?"

"Who're you calling cow s.h.i.+t?!" Murong glared at him indignantly.

Yuan Chen looked at Ye Fei with disdain. "You know what I mean. He's a commoner. He doesn't know how to pursue a girl like you."

"Oh? Tell me, then. How should I pursue her? Tell me." Ye Fei knew Yuan Chen was just trying to humiliate him, and he also wanted to find an opportunity to humiliate Yuan Chen, so that he'd never pester Murong again.

Yuan Chen smiled roguishly, "Why are you two still standing in the street? If someone like me were to pursue a girl, I would find a western restaurant to take her to right now."

"A western restaurant? Right now?"

Ye Fei laughed. It was three o'clock in the afternoon, nowhere near the time to have dinner!

"Of course. It's called afternoon tea, you peasant." Yuan Chen shook his head at Ye Fei and threw up his hands. "Ugh, a commoner like you probably doesn't even know what afternoon tea is. Come, Murong, I invite you to have afternoon tea! We need to have a good chat."

"You are a madman." Murong pulled Ye Fei's hand, "Let's go. Don't talk to this madman."

Yuan Chen stuck up his nose. "He's just poor. Don't worry, I said I'm inviting you. It's my treat, of course!"

"He's inviting us to eat, why not go? I didn't have enough to eat for lunch, anyway. Where is the western restaurant? Do they have noodles with soybean paste there? Do they put enough garlic in it?"

Ye Fei endured Yuan Chen's uproarious laughter, pretending to be a simpleton.

"Ye Fei... What...?" In Murong's mind, Ye Fei was a cool boy. He could be very impulsive, but he was still reliable. After all, a soldier like Ye Fei had been to many places in the world - what hasn't he seen and done?

But now, Ye Fei sounded like a complete hillbilly and Murong felt very taken aback. However, she felt him lightly pinch her waist and quickly glanced at him, just fast enough to glimpse a barely perceptible wink.

Then, she realized that Ye Fei was deliberately pretending to be a country b.u.mpkin, and after a while he would mercilessly humiliate Yuan Chen.

"Well, I've kept you waiting here for so long, and I lost my temper just now. To give you face, we'll go with you to eat something."

Yuan Chen rubbed his hands together with a self-a.s.sured smile. He was sure that after they reached the western restaurant, he would show how cultured he was and Murong would realize he was better than that Ye Fei.

There was a French restaurant called "Maxim" on the pedestrian street. Yuan Chen had heard the food there was very good and the owner was a famous chef from France. He'd been wanting to eat here and took advantage of this opportunity to do so.

This French restaurant was in the center of the pedestrian street, decorated with luxury and elegance. Two slim ladies were standing in front of the door to greet guests.

Murong tightly held Ye Fei's arm the entire way there.

Ye Fei was cheerful. To tell the truth, Murong's appearance and bearing were first-cla.s.s. What man wouldn't enjoy having a beautiful woman on his arm?

Ye Fei took full advantage of this situation. His hand, tightly holding Murong's soft waist, slowly slid toward her round b.u.t.t.

Murong's face glowed red like a tomato, but in keeping with the act, she did not struggle. Nevertheless... she thought Ye Fei was exaggerating a bit.

"Hey, Rong, nice a.s.s." Ye Fei whispered as they arrived at the French restaurant, and deliberately blew air in her ear.

Ah!

Murong gasped and almost tripped. She glared at him mercilessly, scolding him in her heart, "Ye Fei, you b.a.s.t.a.r.d, are you getting back at me for this morning?"