Chapter 62: Chapter 62: Master Yan, I’m Single Chapter 62: Chapter 62: Master Yan, I’m Single The newly opened milk tea shop wasn’t crowded, and the small shop was still filled with the sweet aroma of milk tea.
Mo Qi sat opposite Li Qiao, cradling a cup of milk tea in one hand, hesitant to speak.
At that moment, Li Qiao gazed at the succulent plants on the windowsill, her slightly tilted head outlining the perfect curve of her neck.
Mo Qi stared at her, his fingertips curled, his gaze somewhat infatuated.
“Do you have something you want to say to me?” As she spoke, Li Qiao looked towards Mo Qi with an attitude that was neither cold nor warm.
Caught off guard by her direct gaze, Mo Qi turned away in a panic and took a sip of milk tea, trying to cover up his embarrassment at being caught off guard.
The atmosphere was silent for a few seconds before Mo Qi gathered his emotions and looked up again, “Xiao Li, why do you insist on becoming an embalmer?”
Li Qiao looked at Mo Qi, her nails lightly scratching the table, and she answered concisely, “Interest.”
“But…” Mo Qi hesitated for a moment before carefully adding, “after all, you’re a girl.
In his eyes, Li Qiao was rich and beautiful, the perfect winner in life according to the most popular sayings of the times.
Yet even today, the work of an embalmer is still viewed through tinted lenses by many.
She had absolutely no need to endure those strange looks and comments.
At this, Li Qiao’s brows relaxed, and as she looked out the window again, she spoke casually, “Senior Brother, sometimes the living are scarier.”
Mo Qi was left speechless in an instant.
Less than five minutes later, Li Qiao left the milk tea shop first.
Mo Qi sat at the table, looking at the untouched cup of milk tea, his eyes filled with desolation.
He always forgot when he was nervous that Junior Sister Li seemed to never drink milk tea.
Outside the shop, a breeze passed through the old walls, tossing Li Qiao’s hair.
She slowed her steps, looking up at the swaying pale green tree tops, brimming with life, as if reminding her that summer was nearly here.
And in just over a month, it would be the third anniversary of Huizai’s passing.
At that moment, from the access road behind her, a muffled car engine sound grew closer.
Li Qiao stood under a camphor tree, her peripheral vision fluttering, and she saw a low-key black business car slowly pull up beside her.
The car window was only lowered about ten centimeters, and a pair of eyes, cold to the extreme, fixed on her through the gap.
Li Qiao lifted her eyebrows slightly and took a step forward, while at the same time, the automatic door of the back seat opened on cue.
Inside the spacious car, Shang Yu in black clothes sat lazily cross-legged in the single seat, his crimson lips curved in a suggestive smile, though his eyes were extremely cold.
Li Qiao’s eyes met his, unable to fathom what his sharp, cold demeanor implied.
Even his handsome, chiseled face seemed covered with frost, radiating a strong sense of aggression and distance.
Yet he was clearly smiling.
Li Qiao composed herself and stepped forward, concealing her suspicions, and spoke in a calm voice, “Master Yan, are you here in the old town on business?”
Shang Yu leaned back in his seat, his arms resting on the armrests, fingertips lightly turning as his deep-set eyes glanced past Li Qiao towards the milk tea shop behind her, his voice both deep and cold, “Boyfriend?”
A young man and a beautiful woman of similar ages, meeting in an old town milk tea shop—it certainly looked like the kind of romantic scene a girl her age would have.
Just now, she left and he followed; then they exchanged smiles, including Li Qiao’s unhesitant acceptance of the gift the young man offered.
To Shang Yu, every frame was particularly glaring.
Was this the reason she was eager to break off her engagement with Shang Lu?
At this moment, Li Qiao, puzzled, turned around, following Shang Yu’s gaze to the half-open window behind her, where Mo Qi’s face could still be vaguely seen peering through.
Li Qiao casually withdrew her gaze, her lips curving lazily, understanding the situation.
Her expression softened again as she turned back to Shang Yu, her eyes sparkling as if they were stars clearing the mist, “Not a boyfriend.
Master Yan, I’m single.”