The Love Struggle for My Brother

Chapter 15

After lingering, it was already eleven a. m. when Qian Lian and Lin Ziqi appeared on the street.

"That's her. It was affordable and practical," Qian Lin said as she pointed to the nameplate of the fast-food restaurant. He walked over there. After looking at the signboard, Lin Ziqi grabbed Qian Lin. At noon that day, he wanted to treat her with a delicious dish just like that person did yesterday. "It's not good enough. I treated you today, so let's eat good!" Lin Ziqi pulled him over and escorted him to the place she visited yesterday afternoon before she had time to respond. After walking inside, Qian Lin felt the place was somewhat familiar. Suddenly, he remembered it was a restaurant with a full sea view that he had tricked the teacher yesterday! Oh, my God, is Lin Ziqi crazy? He'll treat me at a fancy restaurant? His heart seemed to be racing and he firmly stood up and pulled Lin Ziqi outside. He still remembered the fierce battle from the previous day and today he did not want to fall into the trench he dug for someone else yesterday. "Qian Lin, don't worry, this is all on me!" He grabbed it as he tried to walk outside. He held up the bank card in his hand. He stared at the bank card in his hand and froze again. Card . . . familiar. Qian Lin stepped back with her insistent pull, looking at him with unbelievable insight. Finally, he firmly sat down. Don't you ever want me to use a bank card again? Since this kind of thing had happened once, if it happened a second time, he would definitely die a violent death. As Qian Lin had made up her mind, she saw that Lin Ziqi called out to the maid by flicking her finger. Not until today did he know that flicking a finger was such a hot move. Eating Sets? Is he crazy? Yeah, he must be crazy. Qian Lin widened her eyes, showing her protest against Lin Ziqi's exaggerated orders. One Set Meal seemed to figuratively make people lose their arms and legs, and furthermore, it was too luxurious to just be two people to have a set. This person even ordered two A Set Meals, plus soup, which served as a ceiling cleaner. Qian Lin was speechless staring at the delicious dish, feeling she had lost her appetite.

"What's first?" Lin Ziqi casually asked as she elegantly sipped a cup from the table. The voice and expression seemed to be intentional or unintentional, which made Qin Lin squint. After a moment of restraint, Qian Lin continued to use the knife and fork to eat the expensive but familiar A Set Meal in front of him. Before he came to Sakura Academy, he ate like this almost every day, but he never thought it was delicious. Now, in a foreign country, sitting next to the younger brother of her ex-boyfriend who has little to do with her, she feels it tastes better than anything else. "Why do you still have so much trouble with so many delicious foods here? Can't you stop and eat? Leave me alone!" After hearing her own voice, Qian Lin was suddenly surprised by her sweet and feminine voice. Is that his voice? He took the water next to him and drank a lot. Then he raised his hand and asked the waiter for another cup. He did not even dare to stare at Lin Ziqi, for fear that he would recognize the mistake in her. Lin Ziqi looked at Qian Lin, and the corner of her mouth involuntarily rose. During this meal, he froze many times, and his mouth twitched many times. If not for the last sentence Qian Lin had finished, Lin Ziqi would have suspected that just one meal made her lose her speech function. Qian Lin was stunned as she saw Lin Ziqi calling the waitress to pay the bills, and the expected high meal costs were ringing in her ears. He originally thought that Lin Ziqi would be shocked and feel bad. Nevertheless, he did not see these two types of expressions appear on his face; instead, he raised his eyebrows and threw the bank card in his hand at the servant. If Qian Lin did not know that she was homeless and had to live with her in her house, if she did not know that her only brother was dead, making her an orphan, she would be a child, and even if he believed that Lin Ziqi was a few seconds of a generation of wealthy men who would risk tens of thousands of cash in a single roll of dice, he might think differently. After shaking his head, he once again looked at her. At this moment, he felt he was increasingly like a wealthy second generation. And with the words of the servant, Young Master Lin, his heart completely shook. Young Master Lin? Is he a regular here? Why didn't the waitress take her card but let her sign the bill? According to his experience of seventeen years, there is only one answer that there are — he is an ordinary person here who has a special identity.