"She was very nice to me back then." Xuxu smiled fondly when she reminisced about her past memories spent here.
Yan Rusheng coldly glanced sideways at her. "Her son was very nice to you as well."
Wen Xuxu was speechless
Their English teacher's son had tried to woo her before and used to bring delicious food from their house for her.
But this was something that happened years ago; how could this guy still remember it?
Xuxu was feeling rather sullen when Yan Rusheng sneered with contempt and spoke again, "That glasses guy really had a bad sense for poetry. The love letter he wrote was worse than an elementary school essay."
"" Xuxu stared in shock at the man's malicious criticism. "How do you know he wrote me a love letter?"
Yan Rusheng's deep eyes gleamed slyly. "Dear Xuxu, from the first time I saw you in school, I couldn't seem to get you off my mind. I really like your smile because you look really pretty. And your results are so good too. I wanted to profess my love for you, but I don't have the courage to do so"
"Yan Rusheng, that's enough!" Embarrassed, Xuxu used her hand to cover Yan Rusheng's mouth. She glared at him fiercely. "How dare you peek at my letter?"
To be frank, she didn't read the letter that the English teacher's son had given her. He had asked someone to pass the letter to her, and she had stuffed it casually inside her bag. It happened during their exams, and she eventually forgot about the letter.
Oh right! Where did I put that letter?
She eyed Yan Rusheng suspiciously. "Yan Rusheng, not only did you peek at my letter, you even looked through my bag!"
Young Master Yan denied it at once. "No, I didn't."
He would never admit that he frequently rummaged through her bag in secret. And that he doodled on her books in secret as well.
Xuxu certainly didn't believe him. "Hmph, there's no way anyone would believe you!"
Why would the letter disappear without a trace?
"Who would want to look at that stupid letter?" When he recalled that Xuxu had attracted the attention of the boys in school due to her talent, Young Master Yan was instantly engulfed with jealousy. He changed the topic and said with reproaching, "The stall is still open, so do you still want to eat? If not, we're heading home."
And it looked like he was ready to turn the car back.
Xuxu glanced at the stall and saw that it was still open. There were plenty of tables and customers.
She hesitated for a moment. "Hmmm, there are too many students. Forget it then."
Yan Rusheng frowned. "Wen Xuxu, didn't you used to do anything just to eat a plate of this fried vermicelli?"
Xuxu raised her voice at him. "That's because that girl from the third class was way too unreasonable!"
Do I seem like the kind of person who would fight with someone over food?
Then she continued to scold him bitterly, "Besides, it was all your fault."
Yan Rusheng feigned innocence. "What did that have to do with me?"
Xuxu retorted, "If she hadn't fallen for your looks, why would she find trouble with me?"
Other than that unreasonable girl, she had helped countless naive young girls to pass him love letters.
He really causes a calamity everywhere he goes with his damned looks.
Yan Rusheng was amused by her accusation. "Even if she liked me, what did that have to do with you?"
Xuxu rolled her eyes and yelled, "How would I know!"
As they bickered, the car arrived at the entrance of the fried vermicelli stall. Yan Rusheng parked the car and looked at Xuxu. "Since we're here, we might as well satisfy your trashy taste."