CHAPTER 504: CHAPTER 502: AS LONG AS YOU LIKE IT

Interactions between men and women that have a purpose tend to focus on the continuous and ambiguous exchanges rather than universally known tactics.

Wen Qiao didn’t ask Huo Mutian how he knew she loved desserts; since he was interested in her, he definitely had to put in some effort.

Once this question was asked, even if the real purpose of the desserts sent by Huo Mutian was to apologize for yesterday’s incident, it wasn’t good for him to admit it now.

Because if she asked, it would be like expressing dissatisfaction in a tactful way and would make the other person feel questioned.

After waiting a few seconds, the other side sent over a voice message of about ten seconds.

"Of course not, this is just a token of my affection. If this were an apology gift for Miss Wen, it would be too insincere. A real apology should certainly be done in person to be genuine."

Wen Qiao smiled and typed.

The apology was just a pretext; Huo Mutian’s true intention was to ask her out.

But he didn’t say it outright, avoiding the awkwardness of being rejected.

Wen Qiao’s response was accepting his unspoken invitation to meet.

Putting away her phone, Wen Qiao turned her head and met Lin Ruochun’s inquisitive gaze.

Lin Ruochun extended a finger, lightly tapping towards her phone: "The person who sent you the pastries?"

Wen Qiao didn’t intend to hide anything and nodded: "Yeah."

Lin Ruochun leaned forward a bit, "A guy?"

"Yep."

Lin Ruochun blinked, then fired off a triple barrage of questions, "Who? What’s his name? How did you meet?"

"What are you, a walking ’why’ machine?"

Wen Qiao leaned forward, picked up one of the boxes, and placed it on her lap, opening the lid.

Delicate pastries were neatly arranged into a triangle on a pale plate, the aroma faintly mingling with the air.

Wen Qiao gave a small "wow" and her mouth started to water automatically. Just as she was about to take a piece, she suddenly remembered something. Picking up her phone and turning around, she found a spot with good lighting, snapped a photo of the box, and posted it to her social circle, with the caption—

The combination of sugar and oil is always an alluring existence.

Lin Ruochun, who hadn’t received her answers, pursed her lips slightly, "I’m just curious."

"I don’t think you’re just curious; you want to scout out the competition for your brother."

"I’m not—" Lin Ruochun started to protest but was interrupted.

Wen Qiao set down her phone, pulled out a wet wipe to clean her hands, and took out a piece of pastry. Aiming carefully, she popped it into Lin Ruochun’s mouth, silencing her upcoming words.

"Is it good?"

Lin Ruochun looked at her solemnly, removed the piece of dessert from her mouth, chewed twice, swallowed, and continued, "I’m not scouting; if you really want to date, I won’t oppose it. It’s just that I’m afraid of you being deceived and want to help you screen them."

Wen Qiao glanced at her sidelong: "You help me screen? Wouldn’t you scare them away?"

Lin Ruochun opened her mouth to say more but was stopped by Wen Qiao’s palm: "Alright, I know what I’m doing. Eat up quickly, or there won’t be any left once we share with Director Zhang and the others."

Lin Ruochun knew she wouldn’t get anything more from her, so she gave up.

Taking another bite of the pastry, she frowned, "It has red bean filling. I don’t like red bean."