My Livestreaming Metaphysics & Gossip Became an Internet Sensation Ch. 73

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After asking about Wen Xiuyan's preferences, he quickly placed their order. As soon as he hit confirm, the app displayed a message saying the kitchen had already started preparing their meal.

Jiang Yiqing found it kind of interesting. He had never seen an app like this before. It had to be some kind of exclusive, invite-only thing.

Ugh. Filthy rich people.

The filthy rich person next to him glanced over. "What are you thinking about?"

Jiang Yiqing snapped back to reality and guiltily rubbed his nose. "Nothing."

Wen Xiuyan smirked but didn't press further.

The restaurant was a bit of a drive—nearly an hour away.

When they finally arrived, Jiang Yiqing stepped out of the car and froze for a second.

Rather than a restaurant, this place looked more like a private estate.

It wasn't until they stepped inside that it actually started feeling like a dining establishment. At least, there were waiters bustling around.

A server led them to a private room, and Jiang Yiqing followed along, still a little in awe.

The private dining room was unlike anything Jiang Yiqing had ever seen—pure, old-school elegance. It felt like he'd traveled back in time.

The only things in the room that didn't match the ancient aesthetic were him and Wen Xiuyan.

The thought made Jiang Yiqing chuckle. Wen Xiuyan glanced over, and he quickly cleared his throat. "Nothing."

Wen Xiuyan made a soft sound of acknowledgment and, with practiced ease, began making tea.

Not gonna lie, the way he moved, combined with that face—it was downright mesmerizing.

Once the tea was ready, Wen Xiuyan handed him a cup. "Try it. I noticed you like tea. This place has great floral blends."

Jiang Yiqing raised an eyebrow, intrigued. What kind of tea could impress Wen Xiuyan? He took a sip.

A delicate mix of floral and tea aromas lingered on his tongue. Not bad.

Jiang Yiqing was so focused on the tea that he completely missed the brief moment when their fingers brushed as Wen Xiuyan handed him the cup. The touch was fleeting, but Wen Xiuyan's fingers curled slightly against his knee, as if holding onto something invisible.

Before Jiang Yiqing could even finish his tea, plates of food started arriving. The portions weren't huge, which was great since he'd ordered a lot.

He grabbed his chopsticks and took a bite of the squirrel-shaped mandarin fish. The second the crispy, tender fish melted in his mouth, his eyes lit up.

Oh. Ohhh.

Now he understood why Wen Xiuyan willingly drove all this way just to eat here.

This was good.

He tried to pace himself, but the way his cheeks were puffing up with food totally gave him away.

Wen Xiuyan chuckled.

Feeling a bit embarrassed, Jiang Yiqing coughed lightly. "Uh... yeah, I was really hungry."

Wen Xiuyan poured him another cup of tea. "It's fine. Take your time."

By the end of the meal, Jiang Yiqing was beyond satisfied. He was already thinking—next time Wen Xiuyan asks him to eat out, they have to come here again. He'd almost missed out on this amazing food.

A gentle breeze rustled the trees as they strolled through the estate's garden after dinner. Walking around on a full stomach? 10/10 experience.

Then, from a distance, someone called out, surprised and delighted:

"Brother Wen?"

Both Wen Xiuyan and Jiang Yiqing stopped.

A middle-aged man, grinning from ear to ear, was heading toward them with a woman and a teenage boy in tow.

The man, Du Qinxue, hadn't expected to run into Wen Xiuyan here. Without a second thought, he strode over to say hello.

Du Qinxue used to be business partners with Wen Xiuyan's father. The two families had been close, but after Wen Xiuyan's father's accident and his grandfather's passing, Wen Xiuyan had taken over the Wen family empire single-handedly.

At that point, Du Qinxue no longer saw himself as a senior figure in front of Wen Xiuyan. The guy was now an equal—if not someone people relied on.

Still, he shamelessly kept up the act of calling himself "an old friend."

Wen Xiuyan remembered how Du Qinxue had lent him a hand during the hardest times. He wasn't one to forget favors, so he maintained a good relationship with the Du family. In some ways, they were even closer now than when his father was alive.

So naturally, when he saw Du Qinxue, he gave him a nod and introduced Jiang Yiqing. "This is my friend, Yiqing."

Hearing Wen Xiuyan's serious tone, Du Qinxue immediately treated Jiang Yiqing with more respect. "Ah! Yiqing, my boy, you're quite the dashing young man! Hahaha."

Jiang Yiqing smiled back and greeted him politely.

Meanwhile, Madam Du nudged the teenage boy next to her, who had been standing there with his head lowered. "Xinliang, why aren't you greeting them?"

Du Xinliang, looking a little spaced out, took a moment to gather himself before saying, "Hello, Uncle Wen."

Jiang Yiqing turned to look at Wen Xiuyan, who was barely in his late twenties, and nearly laughed. Uncle Wen?

But then—

Du Xinliang turned to him and said, "Hello, Uncle Yiqing."

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"...?"

Du Qinxue, oblivious, burst into laughter. "Haha, this kid! He's been so focused on his studies lately that his brain is probably still in study mode. He just ranked first in his grade!"

Oh. A studious little nerd.

Jiang Yiqing barely stopped himself from teasing the kid, but he couldn't help thinking—so this was the kind of family Wen Xiuyan had connections with, huh?

Jiang Yiqing glanced at Du Xinliang, who forced a weak smile.

The moment his studies were mentioned, the boy's shoulders gave the slightest tremor, and a flicker of pain crossed his face.

Jiang Yiqing frowned, then pulled out a small talisman paper folded into a neat triangle and handed it to Du Xinliang. "Since you're calling me 'Uncle,' I don't have much else on me. Consider this a little gift."

Du Xinliang blinked, hesitating, before instinctively looking toward his mother.

Madam Du glanced at the talisman. It looked like some kind of charm. Though she was a bit puzzled, she still smiled and said, "Your Uncle Yiqing is giving it to you—just take it."

Du Xinliang nodded and accepted the paper talisman, polite as ever. "Thank you, Uncle Yiqing."

Jiang Yiqing, now suddenly in uncle territory, was feeling a little out of place. I mean... this level of politeness wasn't necessary, right?

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