Si Qingyu waved at the waiter, indicating that he need not bother with him.
Without the waiter's obstruction, the young man came straight in and sat on the stool without any politeness. A red-faced servant followed behind him.
Si Qingyu directly ignored his existence and continued to drink tea with an unperturbed expression.
The young man propped his chin with his hands, his lips curved in a sweet smile. His eyes were like those of a fox, seemingly trying to hook people. He sweetly said to Si Qingyu, "Sister, you're so beautiful! My name is Li Tianyang. What's your name?" Without waiting for her to answer, he continued, "Ah, I know, your name is Si Qingyu, right? I've seen you before!"
Si Qingyu paused, her cold eyes finally looking at him.
Seeing Si Qingyu finally looking at him, the young man Li Tianyang's foxy eyes became even brighter, flashing with a hint of cunningness: "I was sick before, and you helped treat me. Hmm, but you probably don't remember me." After saying that, he even put on a sad look.
Si Qingyu glanced at him but didn't pay him any more attention. Indeed, she had treated so many patients in the past two years, so how could she possibly remember just one person?
Seeing Si Qingyu ignoring him again, Li Tianyang wasn't angry. He just propped his face with both hands and stared at her fixedly.
Si Qingyu's attention was on the storyteller downstairs.
At this time, it was lively downstairs, and the storyteller was telling interesting and strange stories from the jianghu.
With a turn of phrase, she said, "Speaking of which, have you all heard of the number one young master in the capital, Luo Shaoxuan?"
"Of course I've heard of him. I heard he's stunningly beautiful and is the son of the capital's richest merchant. If I could marry him, I wouldn't have to worry for the rest of my life," said a woman who looked a bit sleazy and frivolous, her face full of obscenity.
"How could a person like you marry the young master? A toad lusting after swan flesh," someone who couldn't stand the sleazy woman retorted.
"That's right, take a look in the mirror at your scabby appearance," someone echoed, and everyone laughed.
The sleazy woman's face turned red from being retorted. She angrily looked at them, unreconciled, and said, "No matter what, he's just a man. Sooner or later, he'll become a woman's accessory!"
"Even if that's the case, that woman won't be you. What are you getting anxious for?" After saying that, the group laughed loudly.
The sleazy woman's face turned even redder from being laughed at. She glared at them resentfully but didn't dare to say anything more.
The storyteller coughed, timely interrupting their laughter, and said, "Everyone, quiet down and listen to me. Speaking of the capital's number one young master, Luo Shaoxuan, he is truly talented and stunningly beautiful. He can make men's clothing, write beautiful calligraphy, and compose good poetry. He is skilled in all the arts of qin, chess, calligraphy, and painting. You all know that the poetry conference is open to both men and women nationwide, yet he stood out among the many participants and won first place at the mere age of thirteen. He truly possesses both beauty and wisdom. Back then, the Emperor had also invited him to play a song at the state banquet. It is said that those who heard this song would never forget it in their lifetime. The Emperor also bestowed upon him the title of the capital's number one young master..."
Hearing this, Si Qingyu's long eyelashes slightly lowered, concealing a hint of darkness in her eyes as she pondered.
Li Tianyang, sitting across from her, stared blankly at Si Qingyu. Her brows were cold and elegant, her eyelids slightly lowered, and her long eyelashes cast beautiful arcs under her eyelids. Her overall temperament was cold and abstinent, keeping people thousands of miles away, yet making them want to approach her and gain her favor.
Li Tianyang couldn't help but prop himself up and lean towards her.
Si Qingyu was thinking about something when she suddenly heard the young man's clear voice beside her ear: "What are you thinking about?" Si Qingyu raised her eyes and saw the young man with his hands propped on the table, his whole body leaning forward, his face stopping ten centimeters away from hers, looking innocent and sweet.
"I wonder what Young Master Li's intention is in following me all the way here," Si Qingyu said after taking a sip of tea, ignoring his question.
Hearing her ask this, Li Tianyang's face finally showed a blush, looking shy. His foxy eyes shimmered as he said, "I like you. Marry me!"
"..."