Zhu Bufan couldn't wrap his head around it—he had actually been set up and outwitted by that crafty old boy, Mi Tao.
"Alright, you can leave now… I still have to dine with my wife…" Zhu Bufan impatiently told the waiter.
Sisi blushed once more when she heard Zhu Bufan call her his wife.
"Alright then, we won't disturb your meal any further…" said the waiter, who then gestured to the other two waiters, and all three walked away.
The departure of these three waiters somewhat stunned Zhu Bufan; he had thought they would stick around, and after they finished dining, they might encourage him to book a room here with Sisi.
After the waiters had left, Sisi continued to keep her head down, her cheeks still flushed—a typical bashful demeanor of a woman in the presence of a man she adores yet with whom she has no defined relationship.
"Let's eat…" After a while, Zhu Bufan spoke up.
