After that day, Jin Yubai found an excuse to go on a business trip and did not come back for a whole week.
Mianmian would cook his meal every day, and when he really didn't come back, she would silently eat the cold meal.
She is now working as a pipa tea sommelier in a teahouse. This teahouse was newly opened and usually does not have many customers. She only needs to make tea for the guests and occasionally play the music that the guests want to hear. Her work is relatively free.
As soon as Mianmian arrived at the teahouse today, the proprietress Sister Ning specifically told her, "We are only receiving one distinguished guest today. If you can't sing, you won't have to play the pipa for a while. Just be responsible for serving tea and pouring water."
Mianmian responded obediently and went to change into work clothes quickly. When she came out after changing, the wind chime at the door just rang a crisp sound.
Sister Ning, who had been waiting for a long time, hurriedly greeted him, "Master Jin."
Jin?
Mianmian's breath stagnated, and when she raised her eyes, she saw Jin Yubai walking in surrounded by a group of people.
In her mind, this was the first time she saw Jin Yubai wearing a suit. He was usually such a casual person, but when he wore a suit, he looked extra upright, with broad shoulders and long legs, and a sense of dignity that he could handle with ease.
He seemed to be in a bad mood and showed little interest in what his friend next to him was saying.
Suddenly, Jin Yubai seemed to notice her gaze, and suddenly raised his eyelids and glanced over.
Mianmian's heart trembled, and her heartbeat skipped half a beat.
She grasped the fabric of the cheongsam with her thin white fingers, and her mind was rapidly thinking about how to greet him.
But Jin Yubai didn't seem to see her at all. When Mianmian looked over again, she only saw his profile talking to the man next to him, his breath indifferent.
A trace of bitterness of loss arose in Mianmian's heart. Before she could fully digest the sadness of being ignored, Sister Ning stood at the door and urged her to boil water for tea.
She could only take a deep breath and hurried to the tea table to prepare.
The strange thing is that at this moment, Jin Yubai is the only one in the huge room.
He sat alone in front of the tea table, his eyes closed, his slender wrist resting on the tea table, with a high-quality watch on his wrist. The snow-like coldness perfectly combined with the ruffian aura on his body. Together, a sultry breath comes out easily.
He is like a god who cannot be blasphemed, but yet he attracts people to want to get close to him.
Mianmian lowered her eyelashes, carefully reached out for the ceramic pitcher in front of him, and said in a very soft voice, "Master Jin, let me make tea for you."
Jin Yubai didn't respond to her and seemed to be so tired that he fell asleep.
Taking a shaky breath, she gently poured the water into the kettle.
The moment she poured the water, she suddenly smelled the cool mint aroma on his body.
The image of him kissing her that day burst into her mind at an inappropriate time.
Mianmian's breath tightened, and she forgot for a moment that she was still adding water. The mountain spring water exceeded the maximum capacity of the kettle, and the cold water droplets splashed out, staining Jin Yu's thick white eyelashes.
Mianmian was startled, and the ceramic water jug in her hand almost slipped down. She panicked and tried to save the situation, but her movements were too steep and she still spilled a lot of spring water.
The cold spring water wetted the fabric of Jin Yubai's chest without warning. He had been taking a nap when he suddenly opened his eyes. The moment he saw Mianmian's face clearly, his face was extremely dark. His eyes stared sharply at the pale face. Mianmian spat out three words without mercy, "Get out."
Mianmian's face was extremely pale, and her whole hands were shaking. She put the ceramic jug back tremblingly, her voice trembling, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."
