Attention Sir, I Have Your Heart Handcuffed!-Chapter 777: [Yan Jian Extra] 33. No misunderstanding, I also have someone else I like_2

But when they reached the restaurant, facing each other without words to say made it somewhat awkward.

Yan Yu, as the older sister, had no choice but to speak first, "I’ve apologized to Little Ben about it, and I still owe you one. It’s actually my fault for not giving you both a heads-up beforehand, which led to today’s awkward situation."

Yan Jian stared at Yan Yu, "Third Sister, I know you were trying to help me. But my design doesn’t have to be Little Ben; you don’t need to compromise yourself over him so persistently."

Yan Yu bit her lip and awkwardly lowered her head. Under the table, she clenched her hands.

In front of her younger sister, she sometimes feels the younger sister should be the elder one, speaking and acting decisively, unlike her hesitancy.

So, her insistence on Little Ben must have made her younger sister doubt, right?

She’s not worried about her sister suspecting other things; she just fears her sister may misunderstand her feelings toward Little Ben...

Sure enough, Yan Jian observed her for a long while, then suddenly said, "Yan Yu, don’t tell me you like Little Ben. If that’s the case, you’d better get rid of that idea soon! Although he’s good-looking, he’s definitely not suitable for you!"

Yan Jian meant that even though Little Ben is indeed handsome, Catherine clearly stated that Little Ben and James... are the real match. So, the third sister would be heartbroken! — Just like she is feeling now?

Upon hearing this, Yan Yu’s head buzzed, and she quickly grabbed her sister’s hand, "Don’t talk nonsense! I absolutely don’t have such thoughts, absolutely not!"

Yan Yu fell back into her seat; she didn’t know whether she was comforting her sister or talking to herself as she muttered, "...I already have someone I like. I just gathered the courage to confess."

Yan Jian was taken aback and quickly collected her thoughts, grabbing her third sister’s hand instead, "Who? Since when? Tell me quickly!"

Yan Yu, the gentlest and shyest in the Tang Family, despite receiving attention since middle school due to the family’s standing, her shy nature caused every encounter to fade without fruition.

Yan Yu herself had several secret crushes, which she only dared to confide to her younger sister at home, seeking her opinion. Therefore, hearing this would naturally make Yan Jian feel a great sense of responsibility towards her third sister.

Yan Yu blushed, bowing her head, awkwardly twirling her forest-like curls.

"...It’s the new master in my shop. He loves pastries just like me. Though he lacks foundation, he earnestly learns from me. Spending each day studying desserts with him, I feel time flies by."

Yan Jian decisively said, "I’ll go to your shop tomorrow to see him in person!"

Yan Yu looked up, startled, trying to explain to her sister.

Originally, it wasn’t a problem for her sister to visit, but today she and Little Ben had an unexpected kissing incident, so she needed to sort out her thoughts... She wanted to say that visiting this master so soon wasn’t entirely appropriate timing.

However, as the dishes were being served, her sister’s expression became firm, and she lost the chance to explain.

Overall, she was also worried that the more she explained, the messier it would become.

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That night, Ben Shaming had quite a wild time.

He went to a nightclub, ordered seven or eight women. All were Asian, with black hair. He got himself half-drunk, then kissed each of them in turn.

Yet it all felt off.

He thought maybe the previous kiss happened on the main road, so the current weirdness was just because the setting was wrong.

So he paid for a release, took out five of the girls from the club, hugging them in the night breeze as they walked along the sidewalk.

Walking while pulling one over for a kiss.

Kiss one, then switch to the next.

He was half-drunk, feeling desolate within, desperately trying to find that mysterious intoxicating flavor from those lips, thus neglecting the cars passing by.

Among them was Yan Yu’s.

Yan Yu was driving Yan Jian home after dinner when she happened to see the row of people approaching.

It was excessive, even somewhat decadent; one man with five women, kissing in turns openly on the street, making her frown yet unable to avert her gaze.

Just as the car brushed past them, she clearly saw the excessive man’s face.

She shuddered, steering the wheel awry. Thanks to Yan Jian’s scream, she came back to her senses, hurriedly adjusting the wheel.

The endless flow of taillights suddenly intertwined into an elusive web, enveloping her head-on.