Chapter 307: Becoming a Caring Big Brother

Chapter 307: Becoming a Caring Big Brother

"Is that all she said?" she asked tentatively.

Ye Qingbai avoided the question. He looked at the two of them and said, "I just remembered that I have something to do, so I won't be a third wheel. You two go and choose your clothes. I'll be going now."

After speaking, he didn't give them a chance to react, lowered his eyes, and quickly left.

Watching Ye Qingbai's hurried departure with unsteady steps, Bai Zhi said to Lu Ye, "Something's wrong with my cousin."

"It must be something your sister said to him that made him so down."

Lu Ye agreed with Bai Zhi's statement.

This is clearly a rejection.

"Honey, do you think we were too presumptuous? Trying to match Qingbai with my sister was a mistake in itself."

Lu Ye shook his head with a self-deprecating smile. "Who gave us the confidence to think we could interfere in Dr. Lu's personal affairs?"

Bai Zhi was also somewhat annoyed, "Isn't it because my family all want me to start a new relationship so that I can move on from my previous one?"

She had no hope from the beginning.

I just feel that Ye Qingbo has the right to pursue his own happiness.

Since he likes Lu Shan, he should boldly pursue her; if he fails, he will naturally give up.

Unexpectedly, he was rejected so quickly.

As expected of Dr. Lu, who is decisive and efficient.

Any hesitation or ambiguity gives others a chance to get involved.

Her cousin was full of hope as he looked forward to his love.

Right now, it must be very uncomfortable.

Bai Zhi asked Lu Ye, "You have Xie Zheng's phone number, right?"

"You want Xie Zheng to comfort Qing Bai?" Lu Ye saw through her intention and asked with a smile.

Bai Zhi affectionately linked her arm with his, looking at him with adoration in her eyes, "You understand me."

"I think Xie Zheng has pretty high emotional intelligence when he's not being irritating. Maybe I could have him go talk to my cousin; that might cheer him up."

"Okay, let's make the call first."

Lu Ye called Xie Zheng's house, and Xie Zheng answered the phone.

Hearing Lu Ye's voice, he smiled and said, "I just got home. Did you miss me?"

"Get lost." Lu Ye explained why he had called him.

Upon hearing this, Xie Zheng was taken aback. "What do you mean? Ye Qingbai's mission has failed?"

He complained, "My cousin is so heartless, she doesn't give anyone a chance at all."

However, this was also expected.

Xie Zheng had just returned from the band and looked exhausted, intending to take a nap. Upon hearing Lu Ye's words, he immediately transformed into a caring older brother, saying, "Leave this to me. I'll go find him; maybe there's still room for negotiation."

Lu Ye replied, "Thank you then."

"How will you thank me? Will you treat me to a meal?"

Xie Zheng hadn't finished speaking when the other end of the phone hung up.

After entrusting Ye Qingbai to Xie Zheng, Lu Ye and Bai Zhi went to buy clothes with peace of mind.

The coat had already been chosen. Bai Zhi went over to try it on, and finding that the size was fine, she took it.

Then, the two wandered around for a while, and Bai Zhi bought a pair of red high heels.

In short, I wore all red on my wedding day.

Although she thought these clothes and shoes were a bit outdated, they were the most popular styles in the store.

This is how people dress these days.

Festive.

Therefore, she didn't nitpick or go out and choose what she thought was a beautiful wedding dress.

Every era has its own aesthetics and trends.

If you put the clothing, hairstyles, or makeup styles that were popular in later generations into today, they might not be accepted by the general public.

A wedding is just a ceremony; the true meaning of marriage is the happiness that the two people can live together in the future.

Lu Ye said, "Let's not go home first. Let's walk around for a bit, and then we'll go out for dinner alone tonight."

"good."

When Xie Zheng rushed to the Ye family home, Ye Qingbai had just returned home. He saw the young man sitting under the grape trellis in the yard with a blank expression and suddenly didn't know what to say.

"Oh, Young Master Ye is home?" Xie Zheng walked over, casually plucked a grape leaf that was turning yellow, and looked at Ye Qingbai with a smile.

Ye Qingbo glanced at him and asked, "What do you want?"

"It's nothing. I'm just in a bad mood today. I was thinking of asking you to go for a drink. Want to come?" Xie Zheng sat down on the stone bench opposite him, his tone languid.

Ye Qingbai was already feeling melancholy, and when he heard that Xie Zheng had invited him to go for drinks, he immediately stood up and said, "Let's go."

"Stop riding your bike, let's drink until we drop tonight!"

"Alright, let's drink until we're drunk." This was exactly what Ye Qingbai wanted.

The two walked to the street, hailed a taxi, and arrived at the bar that Xie Zheng usually frequented.

As they sat down, Xie Zheng reminded them, "However, let me make this clear beforehand: you're paying today, I'm a little short on cash."

Ye Qingbai, “…”

I originally wanted to scold Xie Zheng, but I was afraid that if I scolded him, he would run away and I wouldn't even have anyone to drink with.

Ye Qingbai wasn't short of money for a drink, so he didn't bother arguing with him.

"Okay, I'll pay for whatever you drink. Hurry up and order the food and get the drinks."

Xie Zheng chuckled, "As expected of the son of a pig farm owner, so generous."

Xie Zheng ordered beer, but Ye Qingbai gave him a disdainful look and said, "If you're going to drink, drink baijiu (Chinese liquor). Beer will only make you bloated."

"Fine, you pay, you decide."

Ye Qingbo poured drinks for the two of them, looked at Xie Zheng, and asked, "Why are you in a bad mood?"

"Me?" Xie Zheng, whose career was booming and whose interpersonal relationships were excellent, couldn't think of anything that made him feel bad.

He lowered his eyes; he was clearly saddened.

But he has moved on and doesn't want to reopen old wounds and make himself miserable.

He once said that he would bury the past in his heart and move forward with the dreams of his loved ones.

He's almost twenty-seven years old; he doesn't have much youth left to waste.

Behind him are not only caring elders, but also band members who have staked their futures on him.

Therefore, even when she complained to Ye Qingbo at this time, she deliberately avoided this topic.

Xie Zheng took a sip of wine and sighed heavily, "My grandparents are getting old, and my parents aren't around. I'm the only son in the family, and they keep pressuring me to get married and find a partner. I'm annoyed and under a lot of pressure."

"oh."

Upon hearing his complaint, Ye Qingbo glanced at him indifferently and suddenly gave a self-deprecating laugh.

He wants to be in a relationship, but the girl he likes doesn't give him a chance at all.

Xie Zheng didn't want to talk about it; he had plenty of women pursuing him.

"Are you really a non-marriage advocate?" Ye Qingbai asked him curiously.

Xie Zheng nodded firmly, "Yes, no marriage."

He said, "I have no plans to get married in this life. My heart has gone to another world with the person I love most. This body will not harm other girls."

Ye Qingbai has a more traditional mindset, and to be honest, he didn't quite understand Xie Zheng's ideas before.

They didn't even believe what he said.

People's thoughts change over time and with changes in the environment.

Xie Zheng has no plans to get married right now, simply because he hasn't completely let go of the person in his heart.

Perhaps his thoughts will change when he meets someone who can re-enter his heart.

Ye Qingbai's heart suddenly skipped a beat when he thought of this.

He met someone else who re-entered his heart.

Is it that easy?

If he meets another girl, will she replace Lu Shan in his heart?

He suddenly gained a new understanding of Xie Zheng.

He appears carefree and irresponsible on the surface.

In fact, deep down, she is very devoted to relationships.

"Brother Zheng, I'll toast you."

Ye Qingbai raised his wine cup to Xie Zheng, who was somewhat flattered and quickly picked up his own wine cup, saying, "Oh, Young Master Ye, please don't be so polite, it makes me feel embarrassed."