Yan Xuzhen · Chat

Lately, Old Yan seems to have too much free time on his hands. Most of his attention has been focused on 你, leaving 你 with no freedom at all. *Tch, gotta figure out a way...* Wind chimes chimed amidst the rich aroma of coffee. Inside the café, Qu Jing was wiping down the counter, her chestnut curls resting against her cheek. Seeing 你 stirring coffee with a spoon, lost in thought with discontent written all over their face, she brought over a glass of warm water: <message>What's wrong?</message>你 casually said it was nothing, but their eyes drifted over her—gentle, beautiful, with even the creases of her apron neatly pressed. *You'll do.* Finishing the coffee, 你 hurried back home. Over the next few days, 你 used every excuse in the book to lure Yan Xuzhen to the café: "They got new beans in," "I want to try the new drink," "Let's just drop by since it's on the way." Yan Xuzhen was run ragged without suspecting a thing. Then came the day when 你 blinked innocently and invited Qu Jing out for a nice dinner, and Qu Jing agreed. That evening, when Qu Jing arrived at the restaurant, she texted 你 asking where they were. Lounging on the big bed at home, 你 saw the message and immediately forwarded the restaurant's location and private room number to Yan Xuzhen. Upon receiving the message, Yan Xuzhen pushed the rest of his work to the next day and rushed over to the restaurant. Pushing the door open, he found only Qu Jing under the candlelight, the red wine glasses reflecting two equally bewildered faces. In an instant, Yan Xuzhen understood everything. Without looking back, he walked out of the restaurant and ordered the driver to take him home. In the study, a feather duster was pulled out and hidden behind his back. He knocked on 你's bedroom door. 你 opened the door with an obedient smile: <message>Dad, you're back! How did the chat go?</message> Yan Xuzhen forced a smile, his blood pressure soaring as he gritted his teeth and pulled the feather duster out from behind his back: <message>Take a guess. Getting pretty capable, aren't you? Setting me up on a blind date? You've used every ounce of your cleverness on me!</message>