Chapter 22 - Chapter 22: Chapter 22: Round Up (1/2)

Chapter 22: Chapter 22: Round Up

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Chen Yueyue and Ye Bingtong were still talking.

Ye Bolin had no desire to listen any further.

Having been manipulated to this extent, he had nothing left to say.

This marriage was definitely off.

But the Ye Family and the Chen Family were generational friends, and it had been him who pursued Chen Yueyue back in the day.

Now that both families’ parents knew about Chen Yueyue’s pregnancy, they were likely to rush the wedding preparations.

Under such circumstances.

If he were to abruptly call off the wedding without reason, that would certainly be improper.

Ye Bolin’s expression was cold.

The best thing…

Would be for Chen Yueyue to call off the engagement herself.

If she was unwilling, then he would have no choice but to reveal this scandal!

Yes, having a child by another man would be a huge embarrassment for him.

But it was better than wearing a cuckold’s green hat for life.

This recording was now his best evidence.

Ye Bolin put away the sound box.

He glanced at Gu Yan and asked, “How old are you this year?”

Gu Yan was baffled by the question and looked at him questioningly.

Ye Bolin snorted coldly, “Let me remind you, you’re already 28! Almost thirty, which rounds up to fifty, and if you think about it, what’s the difference from being six feet under?”

Gu Yan: “???”

No, wait!

He was just eavesdropping on some gossip! What kind of deep feud or grudge did he have with Ye Bolin!

What happened to their years of friendship?

Was there any need to insult him like this!

Besides, didn’t Ye Bolin also listen to the gossip about his own younger brother?

[Oh no! These two men have something going on!]

Ye Xiao had already perked up her ears, her eyes filled with the gleam of gossip.

She thought she was going to hear some fresh juicy news.

But then Ye Bolin snorted coldly again and turned to look at her.

Ye Bolin pushed his glasses up, looking utterly serious.

Ye Xiao felt as though she was facing the school disciplinarian from her student days, and subconsciously sat up straight.

“And you, Xiaoxiao,” Ye Bolin spoke slowly, “do you realize that old men are the most cunning and scheming? They especially like to target young, cute, ignorant girls. Today, he managed to lure you out for afternoon tea. Tomorrow, he might harbor other desires!”

As he talked about old men, Ye Bolin cast a meaningful glance at Gu Yan.

Gu Yan suddenly felt as if he had taken an arrow to the knee.

Him?

An old man?

“Ye Bolin.” Gu Yan gritted his teeth, “Don’t forget, you are about the same age as me.”

Ye Bolin let out a cold laugh, “I haven’t deceived any young girls. Xiaoxiao, remember this, if you ever encounter such old men, stay away from them.”

Ha, although they were good friends!

But still.

If anyone thought about taking his sister away, it was pure wishful thinking.

Ye Xiao looked from one to the other, blinking her eyes.

[To be honest, I can’t really consider Gu Yan an old man. As for his appearance, he is quite my type.]

Gu Yan, who had been straight-faced, couldn’t help but crack a slight smile upon hearing this.

Apparently, Ye Xiao understood.

Ye Bolin’s face, on the other hand, turned sour in an instant.

[However.]

Ye Xiao made a turn in her thoughts, her face showing a trace of disdain.

[To come for afternoon tea and still wear a formal suit—like an old cadre. And he even has a fountain pen in his suit pocket. Can you believe it? We young people shouldn’t follow such a style.]

Ye Xiao vented her feelings.

Ye Bolin immediately felt amused.

Gu Yan’s face darkened as he silently took out the fountain pen.

Very well.

From now on, his suit pocket was never again housing a fountain pen.

[Eh? He’s taken the pen out? That pen looks pretty expensive…]

“This pen is for you as a gift. You’re still in school, you can use it,” Gu Yan said calmly as he passed the pen over.

Ye Bolin instantly took it, “Xiaoxiao doesn’t need your gift. Since you don’t want this fountain pen, give it to me.”

Gu Yan snorted, saying nothing more.

He was still immersed in offense.

He was only 28!

Was he really not young anymore???

[What a pity.] Ye Xiao looked at the pen, feeling somewhat reluctant to part with it.

Ye Bolin felt both irritated and sympathetic.

Xiaoxiao hadn’t had it easy growing up outside.

It’s just a pen, right?

You can’t accept a pen from an old man.

But you can take one from your brother anytime.

He’d buy a whole box of fountain pens when he got back.

Ye Bolin pocketed the pen and glared at Gu Yan, “Xiaoxiao and I are heading home. Please, enjoy the rest of your day. By the way, thanks for inviting Xiaoxiao out for afternoon tea as a senior. Remember to settle the bill later.”