Attention Sir, I Have Your Heart Handcuffed!-Chapter 769: [Yan Jian Extra]31, Are You a Witch? _2

He finally felt a bit relieved, and she took the opportunity to smile, "In any case, I’m not letting go of your sleeve, and if you don’t want to be watched any longer, just agree with me quickly. We’ll be safe if we hide in the coffee shop."

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Sitting inside the coffee shop, Ben Shaming was still explaining to himself in his mind that the reason he compromised and let her drag him in was just out of helplessness.

Helplessness, that’s all.

When the coffee was served, she placed both cups in front of him and then requested a cup of hot water, after which, like a witch performing magic, she took out a small pouch from the layers of her cumbersome skirt.

From inside, she retrieved a "powder," releasing the aroma of tea and orange.

He couldn’t help frowning, recalling the orange tea that Tang Yanjian drank at the dessert shop below the Fude Group building.

—Yes, that night, he had seen them, James and Yan Jian, meeting in the dessert shop, through the window, from afar.

He waited until they left, until he saw they went from arguing to embracing—he watched James open his coat wide and wrap Tang Yanjian’s small figure into it. Only then did he have to turn away.

He returned to the dessert shop and sat at the seat they had previously occupied. The dishes and cups on the table were cleared, yet the air around the seat still held traces of their lingering presence.

He perceived a scent different from traditional M-style teas, recognizing it as the clear fragrance of oranges and tea leaves. He asked the waiter and learned that Tang Yanjian had previously ordered orange tea.

So, he ordered a cup of orange tea as well.

For the rest of the evening, he just sat at the spot where Tang Yanjian had once sat, striving to swallow the orange tea that Tang Yanjian liked, sip by sip.

However, the difference was that when Tang Yanjian sat here drinking tea, James was sitting across from her. Now, he was sitting alone.

So despite the refreshing fragrance of the mixed scent of oranges and tea leaves, he had always been resistant to it in his life.

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Seeing him staring at the item in her hand, Yan Yu smiled.

"Want to know what this is? Ta-da, ta-da, a grand introduction—handmade by me—Chenpi Pu’er tea!"

Ben Shaming rolled his eyes uncooperatively at the sudden gleam on her face, "What the heck, I thought it was some hallucinogen pulled out by a forest witch."

Yan Yu could only sigh, "Forget it, I won’t discuss this with you Frenchmen; you all ruin even the best teas by adding milk and sugar."

He squinted at her, his gaze somewhat unfriendly.

Yan Yu immediately retorted, "There’s no need to look at me like that, just look at history! Your great Sun King Louis XIV once wrote to our Emperor Kangxi with admiration, saying our Kangxi is the greatest monarch in the world...get it?"

Ben Shaming frowned, "So you forcibly brought me here to give me a history lesson?"

The logic of this woman was truly problematic; did she often forget what she should prioritize or what she should do?

Yan Yu’s face flushed, realizing her mistake; she quickly got back to the main topic.

"Don’t talk about history lessons; our Chinese history is enough to wear you out...do you think your France is just that two-foot-long short clip?"

Suddenly, his long eyebrows twisted sharply, "Are you still saying?"

Yan Yu quickly covered her mouth, shook her head vigorously, and dared not speak again.

Unbeknownst to her, her long, wavy hair danced like a forest, swirling into a fog before his eyes and giving him a headache.

Annoyed, he grabbed the coffee cup and downed it in one go, tapping his finger irritably on the table to urge, "Get to the point quickly. Speak about the real issue."

Yan Yu finally let go of her hand.

However, she didn’t start speaking immediately but instead unrushedly soaked her Chenpi Pu’er in the hot water, then cleared her throat before beginning to talk slowly.

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It wasn’t that Yan Yu was deliberately stalling for time, but she genuinely didn’t know how to smoothly express her thoughts clearly to the cold guy in front of her.

Although she was the least like a Tang Family member, the Tang Family’s genetics wouldn’t spare her either. She lacked none of the necessary instincts and vigilance, but because she had been disconnected from reasoning for so long, she didn’t know how to transform intuition into a reasonable logical chain.

Her intuition was: there was definitely a particularly serious conflict between Ben Shaming and her younger sister, and this conflict might even be life-threatening for her younger sister.