Chapter 830: 830: Don't Touch My Waist

Wen Yanqing glanced at his phone screen and caught a glimpse of the slightly earlier chat history.

“Proper fun,” “No improper people.”

Now they ask for his opinion about parties instead of secretly calling Gantang over.

Wen Yanqing was very satisfied, “Le Yu has become sensible.”

“Tonight he said he’s getting promoted. He was so excited he immediately shared the good news with me as soon as I got there… hey hey hey, where are you touching, did you finish applying it on my back?” Lin Gantang turned her head.

Wen Yanqing pressed down on her body that was trying to get up, “Lie down, I’ll help you apply it to other places too.”

“I’ve already applied it myself everywhere else.” It was just the back that was inconvenient, so she called him.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Wen Yanqing seriously said, “Let me help you even it out a little more.”

Lin Gantang thought, just apply it, but it wasn’t long before—

“Don’t touch my waist.”

“Are you done? Your touching tickles me.”

“!! Why are you pulling at my pants!”

Meanwhile, Le Yu, who had been waiting for a while without a reply, simply gave up.

Hang Tianjin called for another round of beer, and just as Le Yu was thinking of continuing to drink, his girlfriend called.

“I’m here, are you coming down?”

Le Yu replied with a “coming” and put down his beer, patted his butt, and took off, “My girlfriend is here, I’m heading back, you guys keep having fun.”

“You’re leaving just like that? Invite your girlfriend up to drink a little more.” Hang Tianjin shouted at him, but Le Yu was already out of sight.

Le Yu dashed downstairs and walked outside the KTV.

Che Qin immediately greeted him with a radiant smile.

Le Yu walked up to her and took her hand, “Let’s go, I’ll take you to eat something. Why are you so busy, working overtime until now?”

“There’s an art exhibition at the gallery the day after tomorrow; we’re setting up early, so it was quite busy today,” Che Qin explained.

Che Qin going back to work at the gallery was something she had personally sought from the person in charge of Time Gallery.

She liked this job, and it gave her the opportunity to see the famous painter Jiao Shengfang, so despite her father having previously complicated things at the gallery, she still shamelessly gave it another try.

The person in charge, knowing her previous commitment and responsibility at work, nodded and agreed.

Le Yu muttered, “What a crappy job, so exhausting. I might as well just buy you a gallery, hire a few people, and let them do all the tedious work.”

Che Qin laughed.

“What are you laughing at?” Le Yu didn’t quite understand.

“Running a gallery costs a lot of money.”

“I know, but money is not the problem.” His pocket might not have it, but his dad’s does.

Che Qin played along, “Alright, alright, we’ll talk about it when you’ve saved up the money.”

“?” Why do I feel like you don’t quite believe me?

Che Qin glanced at the lavishly decorated KTV behind Le Yu, wanted to say something, but swallowed her words and followed him to eat instead.

Le Yu took her to a luxurious restaurant, ordered exquisite dishes, and asked what she wanted to drink. Che Qin, seeing the high prices on the menu, only ordered a cheap juice.

Che Qin had a meal full of things she wanted to say but hesitated to speak. She looked at him several times, noticed he was in a good mood, and didn’t want to break the pleasant atmosphere by speaking her mind.

But Le Yu noticed, and after they finished eating he took the initiative to ask, “You seem to have something you want to say to me?”

“Yeah,” Che Qin hesitated, “but I’m afraid you’ll be unhappy if I say it.”

Le Yu waved his hand, “No problem, just say it.”

Che Qin then began hesitantly, “We don’t have much money right now, should we… should we be a bit more frugal? That KTV is very expensive, and so is the food at this restaurant.”

If it had been before, they could have afforded it, but now… both being 996 workers, their salaries wouldn’t cover what they spent tonight.

“I don’t have money?” Le Yu was surprised, “You think I’m broke?”

Che Qin had anticipated his unwillingness to admit it, after all, for a grown man to admit he’s broke, it’s quite a hit to his pride.