Chapter 18 - I’ll Eat Whatever You Eat, I’m Not Picky With Food (1/2)
President Han, do you still need others to treat you to a meal?
No matter how prestigious Han Group Media's position in the entertainment circle; or how strong Han Family's position in the business world, with Han Yuanjun's face, he could just shout, ”Who can treat me a meal?” and the women would have rushed towards him like a flash flood, which could drown him in the blink of an eye.
However, he asked Liang Zixuan to treat him to a meal?
Heh ... What a joke!
But what else can she say?
The esteemed CEO of Han Group Media, Han Yuanjun said with a wronged expression, ”Can you treat me to eat?”
How could she refuse?
Obviously not!
”Alright then.” Liang Zixuan brought her guitar to Avenue Music and said, ”I'll treat you.”
After leaving the Wei Family, she still had to find a house and bring her grandmother out of the nursing home. Also, she needed to spend money on many things.
All these years, under the oppression of the Wei Family, she had only ten thousand Chinese Yuan in her savings. That's clearly not enough.
Therefore, when Han Yuanjun asked her to treat him to a meal, she hesitated.
Han Yuanjun smiled, put his hand in his pocket, and followed her confidently.
Liang Zixuan handed the guitar to the shop owner, who checked the broken strings and said, ”This is just a small problem; your guitar will be fixed soon. However, I still have a piano that needs to be fixed. Why don't you go for a walk and pick it up in an hour?”
Han Yuanjun smiled contentedly while Liang Zixuan sighed gloomily.
”Alright, I'll be back in an hour.”
Han Yuanjun followed her from behind as they walked along with Huancheng District. Looking at the various high-class restaurants along the street, he was afraid Liang Zixuan would feel pressured, so he said, ”I'll eat whatever you treat. I'm not picky with food.”
Liang Zixuan nodded.
Although Huancheng District was downtown, she knew that there were few snacks sold in the secret alley.
Every time she came here, she would go there to eat.
When Han Yuanjun sat with Liang Zixuan in a small restaurant and noticed a bowl of beef noodles in front of him with flies flying around them, he couldn't calm down for a moment, ”Are you treating me with this?”
Liang Zixuan looked at him. ”I thought you said that you are not picky with food?”
Han Yuanjun: ”...”
He's not picky with food, but he has never eaten at a flying house like this before!
He thought Liang Zixuan would have at least brought him to a regular restaurant.
In this small noodle shop, he could hear the fly buzzing next to his ear, and he also felt as if there might be a few dead flies lying in front of him.
Thinking about it made him lost his appetite.
Liang Zixuan blew a hot noodle and put it in her mouth. While chewing, she said without expression, ”Young Master Han, I am not the same person as you.”
Wei Family was wealthy. In contrast, Liang Zixuan was always poor. She always lived in poverty; it was difficult for her to imagine a noble and graceful man like Han Yuanjun being with her.
As of now, every inch of his face showed his resistance from eating the noodles.
”All my clothes and pants adding up cost less than a hundred yuan, but yours ...”