Chapter 102: Heartwarming

After a while, the snow did not stop outside.

Sheng Mingzhi was bored with his mobile phone, and after a short time of tweeting, his phone was declared dead.

They say that the last hundredth of an apple's charge can last half an hour, but Sheng Mingzhi proves it in action: not at all.

He looked up at the front desk of the restaurant, where there were no rechargeable batteries.

If there is anything wrong with being abroad, it is this.

You can't borrow the rechargeable batteries you see everywhere in China.

He had to put the phone down and started passing the time by dawdling.

I was lost in thought when a glass of hot milk suddenly burst into my sight.

Sheng Mingzhi looks up, and it's the man who helped him earlier, who seems to be called Luke.

Luke placed the hot milk in front of him and said warmly, "It would be better to have a cup of hot milk if it's cold."

Treat him like a child?

Sheng Mingzhi is inexplicably a little upset.

Can't he just have a cup of black coffee, which is only available to adults?

Despite this, Sheng Mingzhi held the hot milk.

At the entrance of the restaurant, Sheng Mingzhi could not see Luke's face because of the low light.

Now that the lights were on, he looked up into Luke's peachy eyes and froze for a moment.

Sheng Mingzhi has seen so many good-looking people that he is immune to other people's faces when he looks at himself in the mirror every day.

But never have I seen such good looks, which could be called demonic.

He came back to his senses and realised that he had stared at Luke's face for a few seconds without moving, and scratched his toes on the ground in embarrassment.

Sheng Mingzhi hurriedly changed the subject: "How much is this glass of milk? I'll transfer it to you by WeChat."

After saying that, it felt like a poor excuse to ask for contact information.

Sheng Mingzhi is well off and surrounded by people who try to hit on him and ask for his weibo.

Mr. Xiao... Growing up, I have never asked for someone's weibo, nor will I ask for someone's weibo, thank you.

Sheng Mingzhi hastened to add, "Or do you take cash. I can give you cash too."

Luke let out a laugh, "No need."

He paused for a moment, "This one is on you."

Sheng Mingzhi gave an "oh" and held the milk for a long time, then said, "Thank you, Uncle."

The man's body stiffened for a moment.

Sheng Mingzhi's eyes are confused and he doesn't seem to be reacting.

In his eyes, people who go out to work are basically quite old adults, I guess.

He was only seventeen, exactly an awkward number of years old.

When you meet a waiter in a restaurant, it's the age when you shout "brother" and "uncle".

Luke seemed to be exasperated, and for a moment suspected that the kid was a bit of a grudge.

He kindly laughed, "Am I that old?"

Is ...... available.

Sheng Mingzhi averts his eyes sheepishly.

Luke's words sounded barbed.

Sheng Mingzhi thought to himself, "Even if you saved me, you can't be shady with me.

He was a little disconcerted: "It doesn't look that old."

Sheng Mingzhi explains, "But I meant it as a sign of respect to you, which is our Chinese tradition."

Luke said, "That's not necessary. I'm Chinese too, but I've never heard of this tradition?"

Sheng Mingzhi: ......

In a moment of inattention, I forgot that Luke is Chinese.

He was defeated by Luke's smirking gaze.

Resigned to holding the milk, she honestly changed her tone, "Thank you brother."

I don't know if it's because the air conditioning in the restaurant is on too hot.

Sheng Mingzhi felt his face getting a little hot too-

The fight with Ning Hua could not be hidden and Rele found out the next day.

Ning Hua offered him an apology, but Sheng Mingzhi refused to accept it, and knowing his temper, Rele had to take on the task himself to defuse the embarrassment.

Unfortunately, Sheng Mingzhi is not so easy to get hold of.

He is quite considerate at times, but when it comes to matters of principle, he never backs down.

Ning Hua dares to provoke him by his drunken behaviour today, what if he does something even more outrageous another day?

Anyway, this band has him without me.

After the tough talk, Rele couldn't do anything about him.

Within a few days, Ning Hua was removed from the band.

They did not want to lose a good pianist, but they did not dare to offend Sheng Mingzhi.

Others didn't know who Sheng Mingzhi was, but Rele, a human being, knew exactly what he was talking about. The young master of the MingChen Group, he has nothing to gain by offending him.

All performances ended in mid-December.

Most of the orchestra came from different countries and as Christmas was approaching, everyone packed their bags and bought their tickets back home.

Only Sheng Mingzhi is still staying in Italy.

He is staying in a hotel and has no intention of returning to the country for the time being.

In all the time he's been performing in Italy, he hasn't had a proper stroll.

What's more, this is Milan, the capital of luxury, and there's no way he's going to return home without brushing Sheng Xu out of business.

Shen Ling's envy in WeChat was on the verge of becoming an entity, especially when she also sent a long shopping list of this and that bag that she couldn't buy at home and asked Sheng Mingzhi to bring it back home for him.

Sheng Mingzhi laughed coldly, if he really brought dozens of bags back to China, he would be judged as smuggling at the customs, right?

He and Shen Ling make small talk.

I don't know how I remembered the last time I was harassed by Ning Hua.

He had already had a round of phone spats with Shen Ling earlier and, for whatever psychological reason, did not mention that he had seen Luke.

But today it is snowing in Milan again, and Sheng Mingzhi has an inexplicable and strange urge to share it, looking at the strong Christmas atmosphere in the streets.

Sheng Mingzhi replied in the chat box.

The waiter at the restaurant gave me a hand when I was with that idiot Ning Hua.

[Do you think I should treat him to a meal to thank him?]

Shen Ling: [Since when do you have this know-it-all persona?

Help, Sheng Mingzhi Isn't this little ancestor always one of those super young master diseases where it's your honour to help me?

When did you become so sensible?

Sheng Mingzhi.

[......]

[You think you have a lot of friends, so it doesn't matter if there's one less, right (smile)]

Shen Ling.

[Withdraw a message]

[No, I think you have to treat people to a meal!

Seeing Shen Ling's reply, Sheng Mingzhi retreated again.

There is logic in inviting people to dinner the day after the incident, how many days have passed since then, and then running to invite them ......

Is he some kind of retributive fox?

You'll have to wait until you're in human form to find your benefactor?

Tired of shopping in the morning, Sheng Mingzhi took out his phone to check out the restaurants nearby.

As a result, before we knew it, we were walking again to the place where the band had last gathered for dinner.

Sheng Mingzhi looked up and saw the familiar restaurant and Luke's face flashed through his mind.

He rarely remembered what a person looked like, and it struck him as odd to himself that he remembered it twice in a short period of time.

I wonder if the strangely named waiter is still working in the restaurant.

Wasn't he a social animal, but a foreign student on the Italian side, seeing how he was griping about his age the other night?

Sheng Mingzhi I have heard that some international students are very frugal and work part-time while studying abroad.

The jobs are basically waitressing or handing out leaflets and so on. By mid-December, the universities should be on holiday and he should be back home, right?

Sheng Mingzhi's stomach rumbled as he rambled on with his thoughts.

He suddenly snapped back to his senses and was speechless to himself.

What does it matter to him if that person returns to the country or not?

He is here to eat.

But despite this thought, Sheng Mingzhi subconsciously looked around the restaurant as he sat there.

No Luke in sight.

When it was time to order, Sheng Mingzhi closed the menu and finally did not resist asking the waiter about it.

"Didn't Luke come to work today?"

The waiter, also Chinese, raised an eyebrow, "Luke, did you say Lu Jiayan?"

Sheng Mingzhi's heart skipped a beat when he was caught off guard by his Chinese name.

The blood seemed to have turned into green and orange flavoured sparkling water, tart and sweet, stinging him densely.

The waiter said, "He took this morning off, if you need to see him for something, I'll send him a text?"

Like a cat whose tail has been stepped on, Sheng Mingzhi hastily retorted, "No, I asked casually."

He had to admit that he was beginning to regret it.

Sheng Mingzhi thought it was strange enough that he was inexplicably coming back to this restaurant to eat and inexplicably asking about Luke.

It's over, Luke's colleagues will think he's a weirdo and then will mention to Luke that he came in today and asked about him.

What will he think of him?

Wouldn't think he's a very strange person?!

It is clear that we have only met on one side.

...... is so embarrassing.

Sheng Mingzhi It was a meal without a few bites and one that could be described as fidgety.

All he heard was a violent heartbeat in his eardrums and regret began to creep into his heart.

At the end of the day, unable to eat a single bite, they hurriedly headed for the door.

As a result, misfortune struck just in time to meet the man who entered the door.

He was about to apologise when the other man also bowed his head and said, "Sorry."

It is in Chinese.

Sheng Mingzhi 鈍首首起，看到了一个双桃花眼。

Luke looked a little surprised, "How is it you."

The waiter came out after me, "Sir, your small ticket."

Seeing Luke and looking at him again, he said in surprise, "What a coincidence, it just so happens that this customer is looking for you."

Luke seemed a little surprised, "Looking for me?"

Sheng Mingzhi: "......"

Luke said calmly, "Can you find a seat and wait for me first, I may need a little more time."

Sheng Mingzhi thought to himself, "Who wants to wait for you, it's not like I'm really here for you.

But Luke's words were like magic, and his words were swallowed again as they reached his lips.

Finally behaved and sat back in his original position.

Luke seems to have had more than one job.

I heard his colleagues talk about how he sometimes works the afternoon shift and sometimes the evening shift.

It looks as if there is a shortage of money.

When Luke had finished, he saw the untouched food on Sheng Mingzhi's table and asked, "Doesn't it taste good?"

Sheng Mingzhi, afraid that if he said it didn't taste good, he would offend Luke's boss and then screw up his job, lied without changing his face, "I'm going to pack it up and eat it at home."

Luke raised an eyebrow, judging the truth of his words.

After packing the meal on the table for him, Luke handed it to him.

Sheng Mingzhi has a keen eye and sees a small cake inside.

He didn't just order any cake.

"I didn't order this cake."

Luke said, "This one's for you."

Sheng Mingzhi froze in his tracks for a moment.

Luke: "I promise it will taste good to you."

When Sheng Mingzhi didn't say anything for half a day, Luke spoke again, "What's wrong?"

"Exactly." Sheng Mingzhi looks genuinely worried as he worries, "Didn't you give me a glass of milk last time and a cake this time, will you be sacked if you steal from the restaurant and give it to me like that and get caught?"

It was as if they had heard something funny.

Luke was amused at the serious look of the child in front of him.

He covered his eyes and couldn't stop laughing.

Sheng Mingzhi felt humiliated by his concerns and his ears instantly turned red.

"What are you laughing at!"

"It's nothing." Luke dropped his hand and spoke seriously, "Don't worry, it's not stolen, I paid for it all."

...... wouldn't that be even worse.

Mr. Sheng, I don't know you, so why do I have to take so much food from you?

He thought about the mess when Luke's words interrupted him, "My colleague said you came to see me, what's the matter?"

Sheng Mingzhi suddenly remembered Shen Ling's news and said, as if he was rushing to the shelf, "Didn't you do me a favour last time, I thought I should treat you to a meal."

Luke said, "No. It's a handy thing to do."

Anyone else would have helped.

Sheng Mingzhi was not prepared for the sudden rejection.

To be precise, in all his life, he has been the only one who has rejected others, not others who have rejected him.

Moreover, he had a strange feeling of foreboding.

If Luke turns him down this time, there will be no chance of seeing him again.

Although it wouldn't have been nice not to meet.

But in his heart of hearts, he just somehow didn't want to see this outcome.

"I don't think it was a show of hands." Sheng Mingzhi suddenly retorted, but probably felt a bit strange in his attitude, so he had to stiffen his praise: "You shouldn't be too presumptuous, not everyone can do something like that to see justice done."

And you're helping little Mr. Sheng.

You should feel even more proud and pride in your heart!

Luke looked at him with a smile that made Sheng Mingzhi feel as if he was a blank sheet of paper in front of him.

Seen through.

"So?"

"So, I thought, I'd treat you to a meal."

Sheng Mingzhi finished, and even he sensed that his purpose was already very clear.

It was so obvious that anyone could see that he had ulterior motives.

So, as soon as the words left his mouth, his brain burnt to a blank.

Not even Luke's face dared to look at it, only staring hard at the tabletop as if he wanted to stare a hole in that spot.

It was only after a long time that Sheng Mingzhi heard Luke's voice.

The other person still had that somewhat diffident look, and even though she was wearing the same restaurant uniform as the others, the sense of reserve that poured from her body was not at all fake.

Luke's voice was clean and nice, like he was teasing a child.

"Why do I think, as serious as you make it sound, that I'm not losing out by just buying me dinner?"

Sheng Mingzhi looks up, his vision a little blank.

Luke raised his eyebrows slightly and gave a soft laugh, "Wouldn't the only way to repay me is to give your life to me?"