Meng Yuanguis is a fashion designer who runs an online store selling clothing and accessories of his own design. He has hired a few employees, making him a small boss. He designs and draws the artwork himself, and pairs each piece with a short story. The income is pretty good, although it can be tiring at times.

The sunlight was fragmented by overlapping green leaves, and clouds aimlessly drifted in the sky. Holding his cellphone, Meng Yu Gui stared at the screen, his eyes losing focus. That string of numbers in his contacts was enticing him, tempting him to press it.

"When you go back, remember to give me a call." The sentence spoken by the person who claimed to be Tang Muyan and pressed it against their own ear last night still echoes in their mind until now, and their ear seems to itch. They remember that they flinched at that moment, and Tang Muyan chuckled and said, "So the ear is your sensitive spot."

Go to hell with your sensitive spot!

Meng Yuanguibujin couldn't help but despise herself. She had been flirted with and yet spent the whole night tangled up in thoughts because of this invitation. And she even fell asleep while still tangled up.

Gritting his teeth, he mustered up his courage and reluctantly dialed the number, as if resigning himself to fate.

"Hello, who is this?" A lazy and deep voice came through, accompanied by a hint of amusement. Hmm, it was a teasing kind of laughter.

Meng Yu bit his teeth and asked back, "Didn't you save my phone number?"

"Oh, it's Yu Gui."

"Please call me by my full name, thank you."

"Ah? No, that won't do. It's too formal. Just call me Little Turtle."

"You are the little turtle!"

"Not too small, why don't you take a look?"

Meng Yuanguo was startled for a moment, then let out a roar: "Get lost!"

"That's what you call Little Meng, right?"

Meng Yue reluctantly hummed in response, too lazy to continue arguing with him.

"Let's go on a date today."

"Who are you? Why should I go on a date with you?"

"Little Meng, sweetheart, is calling me the way you want to go on a date with me?"

"Who said that?"

"Darling, how can you be so adorable?"

"Speak nicely."

Go ahead, I'll treat you. Where do you live? I'll come pick you up.

"Want to know where my home is? No way!"

"Will you go or not, my dear?"

"Considering your desire to accompany Dad, I'll give you some face. However, there's no need for you to pick me up. I have my own car. Where are we going?"

"Let's go to the Summer Flower Western Restaurant on Jiyou Road for a meal."

"Oh, then you wait." After Meng Yu Gui finished speaking, he didn't give Tang Mu Yan a chance to respond and hung up the phone.

......

"You see, there's a handsome guy!" Meng Yuigui heard this sentence and felt secretly delighted. Well, it's not in vain that I took off my glasses and dressed up nicely."

Just as Mengyue was feeling good about herself, the voice of that girl rang out again: "Is this handsome guy a foreigner?"

Meng Yuiguai was taken aback and looked at the girl, only to find that she was actually looking behind him. Meng Yuiguai turned around angrily, and there he saw it. Upon closer inspection, wasn't that Tang Muyan?

But that day, the bar was dimly lit, and I left early without paying attention to his invitation. So all I remember is what he looks like, but I didn't know that he wasn't wearing a wig and colored contact lenses, but actually had naturally blond hair and blue eyes.

"Tang Muyan?" Just as Meng Yuegui was about to ask, the friend of the passerby girl next to her spoke up, saying, "Hey, look. That person is quite handsome. He looks like a proud and haughty uke."

Meng Yu returned, feeling both frustrated and embarrassed. Deep inside, he angrily muttered, "You're the tsundere! No, wait! It's Tang Muyan who's the tsundere!"

"Xiao Meng, my precious!" Tang Muyan added fuel to the fire, grinning brightly.

Meng Yuanguifashi made a vow, and he heard the two girls' cries of surprise.

"I am your father! Don't call me that way."

"Darling, let's go inside first," Tang Muyan said as he took his hand and started heading into the store.

Meng Yuanguiren struggled for a moment, but couldn't pull it out.

"Hey, let go!"

"No."

Meng Yuanguiyu remained silent and allowed him to pull her in.

"What would you two like?"

"Darling, what would you like to eat?"

"You're treating me, right?" Meng Yuegui raised an eyebrow, looking as if he was determined to bankrupt Tang Muyan. Tang Muyan couldn't help but feel a strange mix of satisfaction and itchiness in his heart at the smug look on Meng Yuegui's face.

"Um, two portions of fillet steak, one plate of creamy bacon pasta, one serving of onion rings, one salad, one order of chicken wings..."

"Baby, stop clicking."

"What? Are you afraid of being poor?"

"I'm afraid you won't be able to eat it all," Tang Muyan said as he took the menu and crossed out some items, then added a glass of red wine. Meng Yuegui glanced at the price of the wine bottle and took a sharp breath.

"Um, are you a foreigner?"

"Half-Chinese, half-English."

Meng Yegui listened and carefully examined Tang Muyan's face. He had wavy, golden hair tied loosely in a ponytail, and his deep blue eyes seemed to be filled with enchanting oceanic magic. He had thin lips and a distinct facial contour. It was a face with a Western touch, yet exuded an Eastern elegance. The combination of these two sensations created a refined and stylish temperament.

"Why are you still wearing a hat when you came inside the restaurant?"

"Special habit."

"Oh."

"Baby, you look really good in this outfit today."

"Thank you," Meng said. He had been showing off in front of the mirror for so long this morning, and now that he was praised, he felt a little embarrassed.

"Darling, where would you like to go later?"

"Um—I want to go buy a pair of pants."

"Okay, I'll go in a while."

Meng Yuegui turned the cup in his hand awkwardly. It was his first "date" and he didn't know what to do. However, Tang Muyan seemed very happy, talking nonstop to Meng Yuegui until the dishes arrived.

Meng Yuanguo skillfully began dissecting the beef steak, smoothly delivering each bite into his mouth.

Tang Muyan, on the other hand, was not in a hurry to eat. Instead, he leisurely savored the red wine, greedily enjoying Meng Yuegu's adorable appearance while eating.

"Eat it, don't just stare at me. It's not like it's inedible."

"You're so enchantingly beautiful." Tang Muyan raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a pair of canines. However, it didn't appear cute, but rather sinister in a seductive way.

"Your Chinese is pretty good, and you even know how to use idioms."

I have lived in China for many years.

"Why did you come to China? Which of your parents is Chinese?"

"My dad was Chinese, but he passed away."

"Ah... I'm sorry."

"It's fine, he deserved to die anyway."

"What did you say?"

"Nothing."

"I'm done eating, let's go."

"Okay."