CHAPTER 40: CHAPTER 40: TREATING TO A MEAL

"Me too. Director Li isn’t worried about us not getting along, so please guide me in the future," Zhao Yongnian laughed. "Little Fatty, I’m a fan of yours. How’s your injury?"

Tong Yan felt embarrassed. Although she found the name Little Fatty cute, hearing it from another actor sounded a bit strange. "Much better, thank you for your concern."

"I envy those who eat a lot but don’t get fat," Zhao Yongnian sighed. "But what about someone like me, who gains weight even by drinking water? I’ve already skipped meals multiple times for this drama."

Seeing his miserable expression, Tong Yan didn’t know how to comfort him. Although she ate a lot, she also exercised often. She was indeed the type who didn’t easily gain weight, but she decided not to mention it, to avoid envy.

A hand rested on Tong Yan’s shoulder, followed by a cool voice, "Let’s go."

Tong Yan turned her head and saw Bo Yimo standing in front of her, exuding a strong presence. She froze, stuttering, "Go, go where?"

Bo Yimo said blandly, "To eat."

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The Emperor wants to eat with her?

Happiness came so suddenly, she hadn’t expected it at all. She carefully looked at the Emperor, still so aloof, but was going to eat with her?

Tong Yan unconsciously followed Bo Yimo, not noticing Gu Shuang’s face full of jealousy and Li Xin holding her bag nearby, looking sorrowful, "Sis, did you forget about her?"

When they reached the parking lot, Tong Yan realized they should part ways. She was currently in the limelight, with paparazzi everywhere waiting for her. If they got photographed, the media might say she went to the hospital for a maternity check with him. It wouldn’t matter to her, as she would gain fame, but it wouldn’t be fair for him. Didn’t he mind?

The girl completely focused on the wrong point.

Bo Yimo seemed to know what she was thinking, his cold voice drifting through the air, calming her heart, "Don’t worry, I’ve got you."

Emperor Bo’s car was a black Magotan, not a luxury car, but very comfortable. The Magotan’s sleek design was Tong Yan’s favorite, understated yet exquisite.

Tong Yan opened the window, watching the scenery fly by. The car was quiet, with only the whooshing wind. Suddenly, she remembered, "Uh-oh, I forgot Li Xin back at the set!"

Tong Yan quickly texted Li Xin, telling her she was going to eat with Bo Yimo and to head home on her own.

Bo Yimo’s gaze was fixed ahead, his long, clean fingers gripping the steering wheel, occasionally tapping it, relaxed and graceful.

"Where are we eating?" Tong Yan broke the silence, turning her head to ask him.

Bo Yimo nonchalantly replied, "You decide."

Tong Yan hadn’t reacted when he continued, "Because you’re treating."

Uh, she’s treating?

What?!

She’s treating?

Tong Yan recalled a long time ago, she had promised to treat him as thanks for getting the role in "Wild Youth." So, Emperor Bo actually remembered?

In the end, they went to the most famous French restaurant in S City. As soon as Tong Yan entered, she felt conflicted. French cuisine is famous for its exquisite presentation, small portions, and high prices. How could she possibly get full?

After ordering, Tong Yan’s hand trembled; she seemed to have forgotten to bring money...

The meal was quiet throughout. She stole a glance at Bo Yimo, who resembled a noble gentleman, exuding elegance and sophistication with every gesture. In front of such a remarkably charming person, everything became secondary.

When he said dining, he really meant just eating, yet even this made her incredibly nervous.

In the end, Bo Yimo paid the bill, and Tong Yan felt very relieved.

After Bo Yimo dropped her home, once his car disappeared, Tong Yan disguised herself and went out again, heading straight to the street stalls. Having beer and barbecue at night is what life is all about!

Feeling content after eating and drinking, Tong Yan walked back through a dark alley, only to meet a few men, "Hey, beautiful, spare some cash for us."

Tong Yan tried to walk around them, but the men blocked her. The leading man said, "Trying to leave? Hand over your money. Wow, didn’t notice earlier, you’re quite pretty. We’re in for a treat."

Tong Yan loosened her joints, "If you don’t leave, I won’t be polite," yet her tone was eager to try.

The men burst out laughing, with one whistling sleazily, "Not polite? We’d like to see. The more impolite the beauty, the more fun it gets for us."