"Sure."

Zhang Xinjie nodded slightly. His gaze lingered on her long chestnut hair, which had a faint yellow halo under the sunlight. His expression was still indifferent.

"Why don't you let me try and guess your situation?"

"Okay." Shang Rong didn't refuse. She nodded with the mentality of killing time.

The kitten Milk seized the opportunity and lightly squeezed out of Zhang Xinjie's arms. It quietly walked across the table covered with an exquisite tablecloth and then jumped onto the leather chair beside Shang Rong.

"When you entered the door, your expression was unfamiliar. Obviously, you didn't know who I was and you didn't know that you would see me this time.

It seems that Yong Ya didn't tell you. "Zhang Xinjie calmly narrated, looking at her with a mysterious luster in his eyes.

"Regarding this matter, I should apologize to you. I hope you can understand."

"It's okay." Shang Rong listened and unconsciously revealed an understanding smile.

"I'm not angry … I can understand."

Zhang Xinjie didn't express his opinion. He paused and continued, "I think, you're different from other girls. Chasing stars, watching entertainment programs or talking about idols and stars are not your hobbies … It seems that your life is very regular."

"Hmm …" Shang Rong thought carefully and unconsciously revealed a smile. It was indeed so. Although she occasionally played games, she would always end the game and go offline within the stipulated time.

"That's right. Please continue."

"Besides …" Zhang Xinjie pondered for a while. He seemed to have made up his mind and looked straight at her.

"You're not an only child, right?"

"Yes, I have an older brother …" Shang Rong heard and was a little confused.

"How did Xinjie think of that?"

"Because …" Zhang Xinjie was silent for a moment. He stared at her and seemed to be deep in thought.

"The way you called me 'Older Brother', you seemed to miss it very much."

"Is that so?"

Shang Rong couldn't help but recall. She couldn't tell what kind of expression she would have had, but she could roughly imagine that she might have been a little rude.

"I'm sorry … but my brother isn't like Xinjie. Speaking of which, my brother is very childish. He's not as mature as Xinjie." When it came to Shang Muhe, she would always say more.

Perhaps it was because she was proud that such a widely loved and handsome man was her brother.

"You don't have to apologize to me." Zhang Xinjie sighed.

"You didn't do anything wrong."

Shang Rong blinked and nodded slightly. She felt that the atmosphere was strange, so she turned her head to look for Zhang Yongya.

"Are you looking for Elegant?" Zhang Xinjie keenly noticed the change in her expression and didn't look surprised.

"She won't be coming for the time being."

"…?"

Shang Rong was a little puzzled, but she didn't ask. She just turned her head to look in the direction of the counter in the distance. From this angle, she could see Zhang Yongya's back. She seemed to be chatting happily with the cashier behind the counter. Her hands were even gesturing something.

"Sorry to disturb you, your matcha cheese."

The waitress walked over with a smile, politely placed a small plate of cake in front of her, and placed the spoon properly.

Shang Rong's favorite dessert was on the table and immediately attracted her attention.

She blinked and stared at the tempting cake seriously. Then, she unconsciously looked up at Zhang Xinjie opposite her.

Zhang Xinjie pushed his glasses and looked back at her naturally, as if he had guessed her thoughts, "Please help yourself. Don't mind me. As for desserts, I …"

"Do you want to try it?" Shang Rong felt that it wasn't good to eat alone. She scooped up a small piece with the spoon and handed it over with a smile.

… She didn't seem to realize what kind of misunderstanding this action would cause.

Zhang Xinjie was very aware of this point.

The girl's skin was so fair that it was almost transparent. Her clear and bright maroon eyes stared at him motionlessly, full of expectation. In the silver spoon, the light green matcha cheese seemed to emit a rich milky fragrance … If there was anyone who could refuse such kindness, it was a very difficult decision for Zhang Xinjie.

Thus, he forced himself to look away from the girl's face. Zhang Xinjie politely shook his head and said, "No, thank you."

"Okay."

Shang Rong felt a little sorry for his unwise action. She put the spoon of cake into her mouth, her eyes slightly narrowed as the cheese melted.

"The cake here is delicious, especially the matcha cheese. It's not sweet, but it's very fragrant."

"…" Zhang Xinjie pushed his glasses again and calmly turned his head to look at the people coming and going on the sidewalk outside the window.

"Now, you can try to guess my situation."

"Okay."

Speaking of her professional skills, Shang Rong put down her spoon and began to look at Zhang Xinjie seriously. Her eyes swept over his clean and fresh hair, his thin-rimmed glasses, his neatly buttoned collar and neatly rolled up sleeves, and finally stopped at his slender fingers.

His fingers seemed to be burned by her gaze as they trembled slightly. This movement was very subtle, maybe she saw wrongly.

"Is Xinjie an obsessive-compulsive disorder patient?

He seems to live a very disciplined life. "Shang Rong immediately realized something from the details.

"He also has such good analytical and observational skills …" She thought carefully, her soft fingers resting on the edge of her chin.

"Speaking of which, his left and right hands are also very coordinated. He could nimbly use his right hand to take the cup and use his left hand to push it to me. Could it be …"

Zhang Xinjie stared at her as if hinting for her to continue.

"Is he a programmer?" Shang Rong guessed after a short moment of thought.

"Or a game designer?"

She was obviously very confident in her inference. Her eyes were shining as she stared straight at Zhang Xinjie, waiting for his answer.

Zhang Xinjie was slightly startled and shook his head, "No."

Shang Rong was surprised, but before she had time to be disappointed, she saw him look up and say, "But, it's not far off.

Actually, I am … "

"You two are chatting happily." Zhang Yongya, who was holding Milk, suddenly appeared at the table and smiled slyly like a fox.

"Oh, but I have already expected this result.

However, because you two were chatting happily, Milk almost ran away because of boredom. "

"Ah, it's my fault. I neglected Milk." Shang Rong realized her negligence and raised her hand to take the cat.

"No need." Zhang Yongya took a step back, his fingers still stroking the soft fur of the kitten.

"This little guy is quite cute. What's more, you have worked hard to chat with my brother. Of course, I have to take care of the cat for you."

"… Worked hard to achieve?" Shang Rong didn't understand her strange use of words, so she murmured and repeated her words.

"Zhang Yongya." Zhang Xinjie also frowned and looked over.

"Your purpose is too obvious."

Zhang Yongya grinned and put one hand on her waist. She was very proud, "Anyway, you won't expose me. Don't think that I don't know that you are enjoying it."

Zhang Xinjie glanced at Shang Rong, "…"

Shang Rong sat aside and watched the brother and sister talk back and forth. She didn't understand what they were talking about.

At this moment, Shang Rong's phone suddenly rang from her backpack.

"Sorry."

She instinctively apologized. Seeing Zhang Xinjie nod at her, Shang Rong took out her phone from her backpack and walked out of the shop to answer the call.

"Rongrong, aren't you on vacation?

When are you coming home? "Her mother's gentle voice came from the phone.

"I'm already in the city. I'll be back soon," Shang Rong replied with a smile.

"Elegant asked me out for coffee."

"My silly girl, why are you still drinking coffee when you are already back? Why don't you come back early to rest?

You are not in good health … "Her mother was concerned and nagged for a while. Then she changed the topic.

"Xiao Ye is here for dinner. He said that he would pick you up. Where are you?"

… Xiao Ye?

Shang Rong was stunned. It took her some time to remember that her father had recommended her to a blind date before. The man was said to be young and promising, and she heard that he was from a military and political family.

The two had only met a few times. Although she couldn't remember what the man looked like, she remembered that his surname was Ye and that he was a few years older than her.

"Rongrong, you're back?"

While they were talking, the person on the other end of the line changed. The man's voice was gentle and polite, with obvious concern.

"Where are you?

You must be tired. I'll pick you up. "

"… I'm not tired, I'm …" Shang Rong subconsciously pursed her lips. After a moment of hesitation, she gave the address.

"Okay, I'll be there soon." The man laughed softly.

"It's hot outside. Just wait for me inside."

…

"Sorry, I have to go home." When Shang Rong returned to the table, the siblings were still quietly drinking their coffee.

She felt embarrassed and lowered her head slightly. "Mom is urging me to go back …"

"It's okay." Zhang Xinjie expressed his understanding.

"Go back. It's more important to meet your family."

"Okay!

Let's play together next time! "Zhang Yongya quickly stood up and gave her a goodbye hug.

"Okay, I'll see you next time."

Shang Rong smiled knowingly. She packed her backpack and was about to leave with Milk when she inadvertently met Zhang Xinjie's gaze.

Suddenly, Zhang Xinjie smiled at her. "You guessed wrong this time. I'll tell you the answer next time."

"Okay." Shang Rong realized that he was referring to the guessing game just now. She smiled and waved her hand at him.

"I've made an appointment."

Zhang Yongya didn't have any reaction. In fact, at this moment, she opened her eyes wide and stared at Zhang Xinjie as if she was looking at a wonder of the world.

…

Shang Rong only waited for a few minutes at the side of the boulevard before she saw a car drive over and stop in front of her.

The window of the passenger seat rolled down, revealing the side profile of the man in the driver's seat. Fair skin, black hair, and black eyes. His lines weren't sharp but there was a certain coldness. When he turned around and smiled at her, the feeling of unfamiliarity disappeared in the blink of an eye.

… She had seen that face before.