"Let go of me." An Yin exclaimed, trying to push away the man’s hand on her waist, but his palm seemed stuck to her and she couldn’t move him at all. "Watch your step," Bao Shaojin reminded her. The man’s voice made her tense, and she obediently followed his instructions. When they reached his car, the man opened the passenger seat door, "Get in." His tall figure stood by the car, and with him blocking her path and the car behind her, An Yin had no choice but to get in. As the door closed, she clutched the hem of her clothes tightly, anxiously watching the man get in from the other side. Sitting side by side, not far apart, the unique scent of cedar wood from the man lingered around An Yin’s nose, making her nervously look down. The doubts in her heart remained unspoken. Did the man come just because of her? If he was here for Yiyi, An Yin wouldn’t believe it, as he hadn’t even spared a glance at Yiyi since entering. Thinking of this, An Yin’s large, dark eyes showed a hint of confusion and unease. The car started, smoothly driving on the asphalt road. Bao Shaojin glanced at the young girl beside him. With her head bowed, he could only see the top of her black hair. "What do you want for lunch?" His magnetic and slightly hoarse voice was very gentle. "I want to go back to school," An Yin replied sullenly, she just wanted to get far away from the man and hide the strange feelings inside her to stop her thoughts from running wild. "Sichuan or Hunan cuisine?" The man ignored her words completely and went on talking. He had noticed that the young girl quite enjoyed spicy food during their previous meals together. An Yin pouted, turned her head unhappily to look at the man, but found him staring straight ahead, his expression aloof and domineering. She angrily repeated, "I want to go back to school for classes, I have exams in a few days." Thinking about the final exams gave her a headache. "Then Hunan cuisine," he decided on his own, moving his lips slightly. Not waiting for the man’s words to finish, An Yin quickly said, "I want Sichuan hotpot." Once she said it, her face turned red, adding more charm to her beautiful appearance. "We’ll do as you say." A barely noticeable faint smile crossed Bao Shaojin’s cold face, "Any place you’d recommend?" "No..." An Yin barely got out a word of refusal and quickly shut her mouth, afraid the man would take her to an expensive place again. She changed her words, "Not far from our school, there’s an alley with a lot of hotpot places." After hearing her words, Bao Shaojin furrowed his brow slightly, and after a moment he said, "You lead the way." On the familiar route to T University, Bao Shaojin drove smoothly. An Yin watched the scenery flash by outside the car window, her long eyelashes fluttering with each blink. Ever since she suspected the man’s special interest in her, she couldn’t stay calm whenever she was around him. To the left was the way to T University, going straight would lead to the food street. "Make a left turn," An Yin craned her neck to look at the road carefully, giving directions. The man followed her instructions, moving forward slowly. "You can park on the roadside up ahead," An Yin noticed a long stretch with a few scattered cars parked. She thought since there were classes today, the street might seem a bit deserted. She then thought it was for the best, with fewer people around, she wouldn’t run into any classmates from T University, avoiding any gossip. The car stopped, Bao Shaojin unbuckled his seatbelt. An Yin remained seated. "Aren’t you getting out?" Bao Shaojin’s gaze was deep, with an unmistakable air of superiority. "I’ll treat today, otherwise, I’ll go to class right now." An Yin mustered great courage to say this. Bao Shaojin met her slightly trembling eyes, with a hint of amusement in his gaze. Was the young girl threatening him? Did she really have the nerve? For more chapters visıt 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⟡𝕗𝗂𝗋𝖾⟡𝕟𝕖𝕥 Indeed, she had grown. Hearing the man’s response, An Yin was still uneasy, her voice trembling, "No fighting over who pays." Previously, the man had taken her to a luxurious restaurant, and it had been quite a torment for her. One meal meant a heavy debt to repay, and she remembered it well. Bao Shaojin thought briefly, then responded, "Agreed." Hearing the man’s affirmation, An Yin finally unbuckled her seatbelt and opened the car door. They walked to the roadside, and after about fifty meters, saw both sides of the street filled with vendors and various hotpot, BBQ, and bubble tea shops... It was noon, yet the usually bustling street was nearly empty. As they walked, An Yin explained, "This street is most lively in the evenings and on Sundays." She didn’t want Bao Shaojin to think she casually picked a place to eat. "You come here often." "Only a few times." An Yin’s voice was gentle, she recalled the last time she came with Gu Qingyun, who had insisted on giving her some medical fees. The man wore a well-tailored suit without a single wrinkle, exuding a noble and elegant aura with every move. As he leisurely accompanied the young girl, passersby cast envious glances their way. The man stood tall and dignified, with a stern demeanor, while the girl beside him was equally unmatched, her beauty ethereal like a fairy. Standing together, one tall, one short, one strong, one delicate, they created a striking contrast that was incredibly appealing. On either side of the shops, vendors handed out flyers to draw in customers, warmly inviting them. Bao Shaojin looked at the approaching vendors, his expression instantly turning cold. Seeing his grim face, the vendors stopped in their tracks, awkwardly calling out to An Yin instead. "Delicious and affordable BBQ, today enter for discounts, plus free fruit and bubble tea." "Come and see, authentic Chongqing hotpot..." Finally seeing some customers passing by, the previously listless vendors perked up, shouting enthusiastically. Bao Shaojin’s expression gradually became serious as he glanced around. An Yin secretly turned her head, noticing the man’s displeasure. She quickly lowered her head, whispering, "How about we eat at that Chongqing hotpot place?" She said cautiously, no longer daring to look at the man’s expression. Bao Shaojin’s nose was high and straight, with suitably thin lips now pressed into a firm line, looking resolute and determined, "Following your original idea, we’ll have Sichuan." "Alright then." An Yin bit her lip and released it. She quickened her pace, feeling somewhat guilty at not accepting the vendors’ warm invitations. Bao Shaojin could see all the emotions on her face; the young girl had a soft heart, easily swayed by others’ emotions.