âWith them around, the Han Family bloodline will not end. They can continue the bloodline, so you donât have to be stressed. So if youâre really... then itâs fine.â
True, it was unknown whether the elders at home could accept it.
However, the Han Familyâs elders were pretty open-minded. It should... should not be a problem.
Han Zhuofeng saw that Shi Xiaoya was speaking as though he was coming out, and he suddenly felt a toothache.
âHold up. Hold up immediately.â Han Zhuofeng raised his hand. âI like girls.â
âOkay, okay,â said Shi Xiaoya. Han Zhuofeng saw that Shi Xiaoyaâs reaction seemed regretful. âSo Wei Wucai is also straight, right?â asked Shi Xiaoya.
âOf course,â said Han Zhuofeng immediately. âYou canât ask Elder Brother Xiao Cai that, or else he will flip.â
Shi Xiaoya waved her hand. âOf course I wonât tell him. However... if he learns about Zhiqingâs thoughts, what will happen to her?â
Han Zhuofeng gave it a thought. âHehe.â Hearing Han Zhuofengâs cold laughter, Shi Xiaoya felt that it was better to not think about it.
She did not need to do anything. She was only in charge of lighting candles for Yan Zhiqing.
Han Zhuofeng had finally solved the confusion in his heart, so he drove towards the restaurant.
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Yan Zhiqing had a driver driving for her.
Fang Qiaohan and Guo Yujie were chatting.
There were only Yan Zhiqing and Wei Wucai left, looking at each other.
However, Wei Wucai still felt that Yan Zhiqingâs gaze seemed a little strange.
Wei Wucai secretly frowned and wanted to ask about it, but suddenly, Yan Zhiqing asked first, âYouâre so close to Han Zhuofeng, huh?â
Wei Wucaiâs fingertips twitched. âWhy are you calling him Han Zhuofeng now?â
âHmm?â Yan Zhiqing looked at him, confused.
Then Wei Wucai said, âWhen we were in the set, didnât you call him Zhuofeng? It seems like youâre the one whoâs so close to him.â
Wei Wucai wanted to use the word âintimate.â
However, he felt that Han Zhuofeng did not suit the word.
So he changed it.
âDoes it?â Yan Zhiqing blinked. âI didnât notice. Did I call him that before?â
âYes,â said Wei Wucai, full of certainty.
âItâs fine. Donât mind such details.â Yan Zhiqing thought that Han Zhuofeng might be a good sister, so it was not a big deal to be so intimate with him.
Wei Wucai was speechless. âSo youâre closer to him than to me?â asked Wei Wucai.
âYeah.â Yan Zhiqing nodded without even thinking. She did not understand why Wei Wucaiâs expression worsened after her answer.
âAfter all, weâve known each other for a long time. Didnât we two just meet recently?â said Yan Zhiqing straightforwardly.
Wei Wucai calmed himself down. He almost sneered at her.
âThis morning, didnât you say that weâre pretty close?â Wei Wucai blinked, showing hurt in his gaze.
Nobody could bear a beautiful person getting hurt.
Even if Yan Zhiqing felt that what she said this morning was just perfunctory words, she could not say that in front of Wei Wucaiâs hurt gaze.
âY... yes.â Yan Zhiqing nodded two times blankly and said, âBut we two have just started to get close.â
Wei Wucai twisted his fingertips lightly. The action did not have any rhythm or order.