He had thought that the next question she would ask would be 'Who was it?'.

That way, he could answer her with a 'You.'.

However, after opening her mouth for a while, she finally just smiled. It was a radiant smile that lit up the dark hall they were in. Subsequently, she asked, "Lord Chen, what do you feel like drinking?"

Huo Beichen was stunned. "Hm?"

Ning Meng pointed toward the queue at the stall from a distance.

"The movie is two hours long. What would you like to drink?"

Huo Beichen could not figure out why the topic had changed and could only start walking over to queue up.

"I'm getting some water. How about you?"

Ning Meng grinned. "So, you like me that much?"

"?"

"You like to drink water, and women are made out of water~"

"…"

He sighed. These flirtatious words were clearly not sincere and did not pack a punch. He closed his eyes halfway and replied, "Wait for a bit."

Ning Meng stood still and looked at Huo Beichen. More people were waiting for the next movie, so the queue was quite long with about tens of people lining up. He stood at the back and was taller than others by half a head. His height was over188 meters and became a reference point among the crowd. Clad in a black suit while surrounded by a shroud of icy aura, this had attracted the stares of the people around him, but none would dare to strike up a conversation with him.

Ning Meng looked at his back and fell into a daze. There was just one word that could describe this man from the strands of his hair to the tip of his toes: Elegant. It was a given that he would be quite popular when he was in high school, right?

What did the intensity in his eyes mean? Who was the one person he had been talking about?

She wanted to ask him, but she did not dare to do so. She was completely sure that it was not her. Even if it was this physical person, it would still not be her anyway. Ning Meng suddenly felt frustration in the recesses of her heart as she tried to suppress her eyes from turning dark.

It felt as though she had stood there for just a bit, but at the same time, she felt like she had stood there for a long time. When she finally snapped out of her daydreaming, he had bought the drinks and was standing in front of her. He handed her a bubble milk tea and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

Ning Meng took a gulp of bubble milk tea and some of the milky taste was stained on her lips. She licked the stains off and casually answered, "Thinking why am I so poor."

"??"

Ning Meng said this because the exaggerating man had earlier mentioned that she was not able to even eat rice. She thought about her real world where she had left the orphanage to pursue an education in the university. Although the tuition fee had been waived, she still had to earn her living allowance. She had had to seriously consider if she could even afford a fried chicken steak, but she had never reached the stage where she could not even eat plain rice.

After saying this, she walked to the front. When they had found their seats in the hall, only then did she realize that she was drinking her favorite combination of flavors: level three sweetness, milk foam on top, boba pearls, and coconut cubes. 

She stared at her bubble milk tea in wonder. Was this sheer coincidence?

Huo Beichen sat beside her and noticed that her mood had suddenly gone down. He took out his phone and sent a text to the 'Is Missus Coming Home Today?' group chat.

Huo Beichen: [She said that she's poor. What does that mean? What should I do?]

Qi Shan: [Kill.]

Huo Beichen furrowed his brows when he saw this word and kicked Fei Bai out of the group chat.

After he was kicked out, Fei Bai privately sent him a WeChat text: [!?]