Tangling with the Western Commander

Chapter 390: Chapter 387

Everyone was looking at Lu Xiao in disbelief.

Not only was he the Captain of the Western Rescue Team, but he was also a—

Damn.

Who would have thought that someone rich would choose to suffer in such godforsaken places!

At this moment, the manager said with a smile, “It’s great that everyone is enjoying their meal, but as for that one—yes, you, Miss Cheng, please come over to settle your own bill.”

Last year, the restaurant was acquired by two major directors, one of whom was Shen Lin from Shen Corporation, and the other was Young Master Lu from the Lu Family in Beijing.

At these words, Cheng Feiyu stood there, her face turning from green to white, looking extremely ugly.

No, how could this be possible, this place is a top-tier Michelin three-star in the Beijing area, and Wen Xian’s boyfriend turned out to be a major director!?

Li Xun, on the other hand, just shook his head speechlessly.

How could it be that, just like Cheng Dongyuan, they shared the same surname Cheng, but the difference in intelligence was so great?

Although knowing that Lu Xiao was a director of the restaurant was surprising, once he thought about Wen Xian’s man’s real background, it seemed insignificant.

That was truly terrifying.

After all, there are many wealthy people, but those who truly have power, those who hold high positions, are indeed very rare.

Looking at Cheng Feiyu’s behavior, she was bound to doom herself sooner or later.

Meanwhile, as the manager, with a faux smile, sent Cheng Feiyu to pay the bill alone, he looked extremely uncomfortable, feeling as if he was losing face in front of everyone.

Especially in front of—

Mr. Li from Li Corporation.

At the entrance, Wen Xian watched everyone with a smile, holding onto Lu Xiao’s arm and waved at them, “Have fun everyone, we’ll be leaving first. See you later.”

The crew members bid them farewell enthusiastically, saying, “Take care, take it easy.”

Then they started whispering among themselves, a buzz of amazed discussions.

Lu Xiao’s gaze then met with another man still sitting motionless there, his eyes filled with indifference, and soon left, holding Wen Xian’s arm,

His gaze was indeed indifferent.

To think he was a rival in love, not even close to being worthy!

To think of stealing his woman, not a door, not even a window was open.

And he would not give such a man a chance to treat his woman to dinner.

…

After they left,

Cheng Feiyu, embarrassed and distressed, was being led to make the payment when suddenly someone quickly came up beside her and said with a smile:

“Wait a minute, Miss Cheng, Mr. Li said he would take care of this meal for you.”

Upon hearing this, Cheng Feiyu’s heart trembled and she hurriedly looked towards Li Tingze.

The latter, sitting in his chair, lightly lifted his glass of champagne.

Seeing this, Cheng Feiyu’s ears turned a bit red.

She couldn’t take her eyes off him.

Then, as she walked back to her seat, she slowly approached where he sat…

Actually, she was no worse than Wen Xian… With such a rich and handsome man, she could win him over too…!

…

…

On the way home.

Lu Xiao had someone from his family come to pick them up; both sat in the back seat.

Wen Xian leaned against his shoulder, the outside bright with city lights flickering on her side profile, everything looked soft and beautiful.

“Honey, when are we going to register our marriage?” she asked, turning her head slightly and resting her chin on his arm while looking at him.

The driver, hearing this address, almost didn’t press the pedal correctly: “…”