Surrounded By My Yandere Ex-Girlfriend On The Romance Reality Show!
Chapter 499 - Stealing Him Right in Front of You!

Stealing Him Right in Front of You!

Chu Xinran wasn’t sure how long she had been crouching.

All she knew was that when a hand holding a tissue appeared before her, it seemed to light a spark of hope in her world.

She thought Fang Zhou couldn’t bear to see her in such pain.

But looking up, she was disappointed to find it was Qin Yun offering the tissue.

The elegant woman exuded a gentle aura, but her face bore no smile.

She calmly watched Chu Xinran, extending the tissue, softly saying, “Get up; crouching here won’t help.

Let’s have some hot tea and calm down.”

Clearly, compared to the composed Qin Yun, Chu Xinran was still too young.

Her impatience only put her in an awkward position.

The man they believed to be Fang Zhou didn’t spare a glance at the tearful Chu Xinran.

He walked past her, focusing on making tea for the others.

Han Xi sat beside him, smiling like a victor.

The others chatted with her, faces adorned with flattering smiles, like a group of admirers.

Following Qin Yun’s gaze, Chu Xinran saw the scene, feeling her heartache intensify.

“Why? Why pretend not to know us?

What did Han Xi offer him?”

Chu Xinran muttered, questioning herself and Qin Yun.

Qin Yun shook her head, softly saying, “I don’t know, so let’s see.”

“Too much is as bad as too little; calm down.”

She reminded Chu Xinran not to be too emotional.

Otherwise, they might arouse suspicion and lose their chance to stay.

After all, she’d experienced being escorted out by security.

They couldn’t risk being expelled due to a loss of composure; it would make this trip pointless.

Only by staying could they uncover what was happening.

Qin Yun’s gaze darkened, emotions hidden within.

She almost lost composure, tempted to question Fang Zhou like Chu Xinran.

But seeing Chu Xinran’s result, she quickly calmed.

That approach was futile; another way was needed.

The two approached the tea table.

Two seats were vacant, and they sat side by side.

All eyes focused on the man making tea.

His fingers moved gracefully, tea leaves and cups like toys in his hands.

Warming cups, adding tea, rinsing, brewing, pouring, serving—each step unhurried yet smooth.

His long, fair fingers made it an artful display.

“Alright, try it.”

As small cups were placed before everyone, his clear voice filled the room.

He was composed and confident, certain of his craft.

Guo Zhu was the first to sip, letting the aroma spread in her mouth, the slight bitterness followed by a hint of sweetness.

The tea earned her genuine praise.

“Good, really good. Forgive my lack of words, but this skill surpasses many!”

Guo Zhu chuckled, her compliments sparking a lively atmosphere.

Others followed, sipping and praising the tea.

“Impressive! This tea’s better than my husband’s!”

“Yes, yes, what tea is this? Tell me so I can buy some.”

“Indeed, people fall for Chinese culture at different ages!”

The man’s modesty showed as he scratched his head, smiling, “Thank you, but I’m just a beginner.”

“As long as you find it drinkable.”

Guo Zhu grinned, winking at Han Xi, teasing, “You know such a tea master; why not introduce us?”

Han Xi, seeing the moment right, led the man forward, introducing him with a smile.

“This is my husband, Zhou Chong.”

The term “husband” clearly defined their relationship.

“Wow!”

“Oh! You two!”

The women cheered, their eyes playfully curious.

Chu Xinran’s earlier mistake was seen as a joke, not taken seriously.

They even celebrated Han Xi’s announcement, ignoring the feelings of the two women beside them.

Chu Xinran didn’t drink the tea, clenching her sleeves, teeth gritted to maintain composure.

She ignored the couple’s happiness, focusing on the pale tea, reminding herself to stay calm.

She knew tears were useless; crying hadn’t gained Fang Zhou’s attention.

Now, she could only wait for the right moment.

In contrast, Qin Yun was composed, sipping her tea before setting it down.

Her smile was poised, her voice soft, “I didn’t know Mr. Zhou studied tea. It seems the brew time was a bit long, losing the Longjing’s bean aroma.”

Her critique set her apart, drawing the man’s attention.

He glanced at Qin Yun, then tasted the tea, his expression changing before bowing.

“My apologies, the tea wasn’t well-brewed.”

“Thank you, miss. I’ll improve next time, though your tea knowledge seems high.”

Qin Yun’s smile was charming.

“Yes, let’s chat sometime.”

Others were shocked, looking at Han Xi.

Did I hear right? Is she trying to steal him?

And right in front of you!