The Big Fat Wedding (17)

In the restaurant.

The waiter served the steak they ordered, which was steaming hot with an egg sunny side up, sizzling on the pan.

Ai Bao felt like bursting into tears.

"Mr. An, you're so nice."

An Yibei had asked for a glass of ice water and was sipping at it while he instructed Ai Bao on how to get her money back.

Listening to him, Ai Bao even forgot to eat her steak. "Are you sure about this…"

"Let me ask you this: do you want your money or not?" An Yibei looked at her with an impassive face.

"Of course I do!" Ai Bao nodded. It was 100,000 yuan; it was all her savings since college.

"Then do as I say."

"Yes!"

Once the details of the plan were ironed out, Ai Bao went back to her food with teary eyes.

This was so delicious! Mr. An was the best man in the world!

An Yibei kept his gaze on her. She was the most ordinary girl: pretty, not the sharpest knife in the drawer, and as innocent as a lamb.