Chapter 25: My Heart is Colder than a Knife

"Are there any private rooms?" Wang Yixue asked, looking at a waiter.

"I'm sorry, all the private rooms are already reserved," the waiter replied respectfully.

"Never mind, we'll eat outside then," Wang Yixue decided.

Upon hearing this, Tang Yu felt relieved. At least today there were more customers, which should guarantee him some peace.

"Alright, we'll eat outside," Wang Yixue confirmed.

Seeing Tang Yu looking so happy, Wang Yixue knew why. Soon, he would have more reasons to be so.

After they sat down, the waiter helped them light two new scented candles.

"Darling, what would you like to eat?" Wang Yixue asked with a smile, holding the menu.

"Anything. I don't have much of an appetite to eat with you. And don't call me 'Darling'," Tang Yu replied coldly.

[Damn it, something is wrong with this woman.]

[Are you not here to talk business? What kind of business is this? I'm not selling my body.]

[Miss Wang, we are not meant for each other. You're a good person, but you're not for me.]

"Oh, then let's order the couple's menu," Wang Yixue said with a smile, handing the menu to the waiter.

She shook her feet and then took off one of her high heels, leaving it on the floor.

She used her foot, covered with a pair of black stockings, to lightly touch Tang Yu's thigh.

"What are you doing?" Tang Yu asked, showing distrust.

[God, how indecent!]

[We're in public; please maintain your image, okay? I don't want your sweaty feet on my legs.]

Upon hearing his thoughts, Wang Yixue complained, "It's your feet that are sweating! I take care of my feet every day!"

"It's just that my feet are itchy," Wang Yixue replied, laughing.

"Then why are you rubbing them against me? It smells bad," Tang Yu said, with a dissatisfied expression on his face as he subtly glanced at Wang Yixue's feet.

[Damn it, how can you wear black stockings?]

[I've been working in a shop for ten years; my heart is colder than a knife. Nothing can touch my heart.]

[Except for the black stockings (ˉ﹃ˉ)]

"I'm just joking. Walking in heels for too long is exhausting. Come, help me massage it," Wang Yixue said with a smile, wanting to see how much Tang Yu could endure.

"Dream on," Tang Yu replied disdainfully. "Didn't you come to talk business? Let's get the business done quickly since I have to get back to work later."

"Right now I'm tired, and I don't want to talk business. If someone helps me with a massage, I won't be tired anymore," Wang Yixue said, showing a slightly cheeky attitude by placing her foot on Tang Yu's leg.

Her legs were long and white, thin but with an attractive curve; even model-like legs could feel jealous.

For women with less attractive legs, black stockings are a kind of camouflage. For someone like Wang Yixue, the black stockings… have a touch of sensuality.

[Shit, how could this be possible? If you put your damn legs on mine, this stops being a dinner.]

[No wonder this woman chose this place to eat.]

[If I had known, I might as well have found a private room; being seen now would be a social death.]

"I can call a waiter to help you with the massage," Tang Yu said, feeling annoyed as he pulled his leg away.

As soon as he touched Wang Yixue's leg, she gave a small shudder as if she had received an electric shock. Her reaction made Tang Yu shiver a little too.

"Why are you touching my feet? You're so perverted," Wang Yixue said, biting her lip with a shy expression.

—…

Tang Yu was confused, wondering how he had made himself look like a pervert.

But then he realized:

[Yes, I'm too passive.]

[If I just try to avoid her, she'll think I'm easy to intimidate and provoke me more.]

[If I were more proactive, would her skin be as thick as mine?]

[I'm the most shameless person in the village, what do I have to fear?]

"Are you sure you want me to help you with the massage?" Tang Yu said, deliberately mimicking the Dragon King's wicked smile, but his level of skill wasn't that good.

The corners of the Dragon King's mouth, Ye Chen, can precisely lift 105 degrees, and he can raise them a maximum of thirty degrees.

"Yes, do it," Wang Yixue replied, a mix of shyness and amusement in her voice. In her mind, she was laughing intensely.

Hmph, today I want to see how thick your skin is.

Anyway, the light is dim, so movements under the table are hard to notice.

Tang Yu took a deep breath and grabbed the woman's leg, giving it a few light squeezes.

Though there was a layer of stockings, his fingers could still feel her soft and well-cared-for skin.

[Damn, this skin is very well cared for.]

From time to time, Wang Yixue would slightly shudder, her head bowed and her face flushed.

Tang Yu was satisfied with her reaction.

He knew this woman was just talking nonsense. In a real confrontation, she was no match for him.

[Are you feeling embarrassed now?]

[You wanted to provoke me; now you're getting what you deserve.]

[Woman, you're the one who started the fire; put it out yourself.]

However, after ten minutes, Tang Yu began to feel that something was off. Wang Yixue continued with the same shy expression, not saying a word.

[Damn, why isn't she reacting? Would it be easier to rub two sticks to make fire?]

[Where is your sense of shame? Are you still acting tough right now?]

[Come on, let go of your last drop of resistance; surrender right now.]

[Say it out loud, "I'm sorry, Brother Tang Yu."]

Tang Yu complained wildly, wondering what was wrong with this woman. Did she have no sense of shame?

Fortunately, at that moment, the waiter arrived with the food.

"Here is the couple's menu you ordered," the waiter said, smiling as he placed the dishes on the table and opened a bottle of red wine.

"Thank you," Tang Yu said, with a look of relief, quickly pulling his leg away from Wang Yixue while placing his hand on the table and pulling out a thick bundle of cash to give to the waiter.

If it continued like this, he wouldn't be able to endure it much longer.

"Thank you, Mr. Tang," the waiter said, gratefully accepting the money.

No wonder Mr. Tang was so handsome and generous.

Tang Yu stood up and looked at Wang Yixue.

"I'll go wash my hands; you start eating first."

"Alright," Wang Yixue said with a sly smile, almost unable to contain her laughter.

This guy had been massaging her leg for quite a while, wondering why he still hadn't given up. How funny!

There's no way I'm giving in.

[Damn it, I got too complacent. This woman has extremely thick skin.]

Seeing her smile, Tang Yu knew he had been fooled. He went to the bathroom to wash his hands, annoyed.

When he returned, Wang Yixue had already poured him some wine and cut the steak.

She acted like a sweet and attentive girlfriend, winking at Tang Yu.

"Come on, come on, come on, you've worked hard today."

"Thanks," Tang Yu replied coldly, and he actually was a bit hungry.

During the meal, Wang Yixue stopped provoking him and focused on eating.

The atmosphere became quieter.

Under the candlelight, as she looked at the man, Wang Yixue suddenly stopped moving.