地震时怎样保护自己

Indeed, that’s Xue Feifei for you, always needing to disparage others a bit before giving a compliment. But Huang Qichu understood, she sincerely wished him well.

This sincerity made his throat feel slightly stifled. He bent his head down to take a gulp of the black coffee. It was so bitter, the bitterness spread from the back of his throat down into his heart.

“Thank you.”

“On your wedding day, I won’t come to play tricks.”

Huang Qichu stayed silent, his Adam’s apple bobbing slightly.

Xue Feifei stood up laughing, adeptly puting on her mask and sunhat. “Thank you for the coffee today.”

“Alright.” Huang Qichu nodded.

“Then I’ll be off, wishing you happiness.”

Huang Qichu nodded stiffly, his gaze following Xue Feifei as she walked away. He suddenly noticed that the sneakers Xue Feifei was wearing were the ones he had bought for her just before they broke up six years ago.

Six years had passed, people and affairs changed, time giving everything a new flavor. The sneakers seemed worn and torn, but she was still wearing them, unchanging no matter how many years passed.

Their meeting was simply by chance, even his being there was due to a client in the area. She couldn’t possibly have known in advance that she’d run into him, so her wearing those shoes was just a coincidence.

The moment he saw those old sneakers, he could no longer resist the urge to stand up. As he made for the door, a waiter called out, “Sir, you haven’t paid yet.”

He hurriedly opened his wallet, grabbed a one hundred note, handed it directly to the waiter, and dashed out.

Outside, amidst the hustle and bustle of the city, she was nowhere to be found.

Xue Feifei hadn’t intentionally left. What Huang Qichu didn’t know was that she was actually at a restaurant not far away.

After leaving, she spotted two familiar figures on the street across from her.

To be precise, three people were walking together, but she only recognized two.

Qin Zhigu and Cai Yiren.

She immediately crossed the road. Just as she did so, the traffic light turned red. As the pedestrian traffic at this point was heavy, Huang Qichu didn’t spot her.

The trio headed for a shopping center across the street and sat down at a steakhouse. Xue Feifei hurriedly followed them, sitting down at a table near their booth. When the waiter came over, she pointed at a random set meal without a word, her ears tuned to the conversation at the neighboring table.

Sadly, though she had attended college, her English was poor. The vocabulary she’d lost over so many years was long gone. The three of them, Qin Zhigu and Cai Yiren having spent five years abroad, spoke English as if it were their second language. The third was simply a foreigner.

After listening for a good while, she barely managed to decipher that the foreigner was a classmate and coworker of Qin Zhigu’s in America. Qin Zhigu had opened a design studio and naturally sought help from a friend.

Cai Yiren seemed to get along quite well with the foreigner, while Qin Zhigu spoke very little.

But that didn’t prove anything. His simple act of being there with Cai Yiren already said a lot.

She had to keep a close eye on them, lest Lu Weixi, that fool, be tricked again by this despicable couple.

Their food arrived shortly and the discussion at the neighboring table quieted down slightly. However, it wasn’t long before Qin Zhigu put his knife and fork down. Cai Yiren, sitting next to him asked, “Not eating anymore?”

Qin Zhigu didn’t respond, but the foreigner across him chuckled, “Simpson, Zoe is still so concerned about you.”

Qin Zhigu said indifferently, “We just happened to meet.”

At this, Cai Yiren’s expression subtly shifted, but she quickly regained her composure and said softly: