The Obsessive Crown Prince Can't Let Me Go
Chapter 89 - 88 Your Highness, Help Your Servant’s Wife

Chapter 89: Chapter 88 Your Highness, Help Your Servant’s Wife

Shen Yinning said, "Gao Zheng, it’s your business to dote on Yin Shanshan. What does it have to do with me? What can I not tolerate about her, after all, we’re just—"

Before she could finish saying the three words "mock marriage," a waiter hurried over: "Madam Boss, the Crown Princess Consort and her party in that private room are requesting that you personally introduce the menu!"

Yin Shanshan became even more smug. "Sister, did you see that? Even the Crown Princess Consort comes to my Western-style restaurant to dine, proving that earning a fortune in the future is no mere dream. Doing business requires talent, and someone like you, a mere housewife, no matter how much you try to copy my exceptional skills, will never master even a fraction. You’d better go home to sleep early."

With that, she strutted off arrogantly with Gao Zheng in tow.

Xue Mianmian looked at Shen Yinning worriedly. "Zhaozhao..."

"It’s nothing."

Shen Yinning didn’t take Yin Shanshan’s words to heart. Her purpose in coming tonight was for Xue Ling.

Seeing Shen Yinning unaffected and unbothered, Xue Mianmian finally spoke, "Waiter, could we trouble you to serve our table?"

"You country bumpkin!" The waiter rolled his eyes with disdain. "What waiter? Lady, can you be more fashionable and call us servers or garçons? Don’t drag down the class of our Western restaurant!"

Shen Yinning and Xue Mianmian were left speechless.

This place was simply absurd!

Soon, the waiter brought dishes to their table.

He introduced them pompously: "This appetizer includes French foie gras pâté and Atlantic salmon."

Xue Mianmian took a small bite of the so-called foie gras pâté, feeling skeptical. "Is this really foie gras?"

The waiter cleared his throat. "Our Madam Boss said that the foie gras here is not like French foie gras, which is rich and sweet. Ours tastes a bit bitter—it’s not popular. So we substitute it with pork liver."

He spoke as if he had personally tasted it.

"Atlantic salmon?" Shen Yinning curiously eyed the slices of fish on the plate. "What kind of fish is this?"

The waiter shot her a contemptuous look. "You don’t even know what Atlantic salmon is, yet you’re trying to dine on Western food? Our Madam Boss said that salmon is a type of seawater fish. However, since we don’t have it here, we substitute it with other raw fish slices."

Shen Yinning raised an eyebrow. "So it’s just regular sashimi seasoned with scallions and mustard dressing? Sashimi is sashimi; why bother calling it Atlantic salmon."

The waiter looked slightly awkward, clearing his throat again. "What do you know? Our Madam Boss calls this sophistication. Next, we’ll be serving French onion soup and fresh fruit burrata salad, followed by the main dishes: Angus ribeye steak and duck confit tomato pasta."

Xue Mianmian privately thought it was nothing more than onion soup, a fruit platter, pan-fried beef, and mixed noodles. This restaurant really knew how to put on airs.

And the tiny portions of food—served on unnecessarily large plates—

She kept her thoughts to herself, feeling as though she truly might appear unsophisticated.

After eating a few bites of the pan-fried beef, Shen Yinning grew impatient waiting for the next courses and decided to go straight to Shen Yunxi and the others’ private room.

The door to the private room was open, and laughter spilled out from within.

Peering inside, she saw Lu Ying, Shen Yunxi, Xue Ling, and Lu Qianqian among others. Shen Yunxi had also invited several young gentlemen and ladies she was friendly with, including tonight’s main figures, Shen Xinglei and Xue Qingqing.

Shen Xinglei was serving Xue Qingqing some food.

Born a soldier, Shen Xinglei was tall and muscular like a tower, with dark skin and thick lips. When he smiled, he appeared especially honest and straightforward, seemingly devoid of scheming or deceit—the kind of man elders would favor.

Xue Qingqing sat there gracefully, evidently very satisfied with the fiancé her parents had arranged for her, meekly accepting his attentions.

Shen Yunxi laughed, "Look at them! My second brother and Miss Xue Qingqing truly make a perfect pair. I wonder if we’ll be drinking to their wedding next year?"

Lu Qianqian chimed in coquettishly, "Speaking of perfect matches, our Emperor Brother and Crown Princess Consort are a match made in heaven as well! I’m glad the Crown Princess Consort married him; if she had been Shen Yinning, I would’ve objected!"

Lu Ying’s birth mother had passed away early, and she was raised by Lu Qianqian’s mother, so despite being half-siblings, Lu Qianqian and Lu Ying were much closer than other princes and princesses.

Because of this connection, Shen Yinning had treated Lu Qianqian well in the past, often gifting her nice things.

But once, Lu Qianqian set her sights on a set of pomegranate red ruby hairpins and jewelry that Shen Yinning’s mother had gifted her—an heirloom passed down through generations. Shen Yinning naturally couldn’t give it away. From then on, Lu Qianqian bore a grudge against her.

Later, Shen Yinning’s family belongings were confiscated, and that ruby hairpin and jewelry set was likely taken by Lu Qianqian.

As she mused over this, Lu Ying seemed to sense her presence and glanced toward the doorway.

Shen Yinning offered him a charming smile.

Lu Ying furrowed his brows slightly, then promptly rose from his seat.

He followed Shen Yinning to the rear garden. The cold winter night had driven all the customers indoors, leaving the garden quiet and deserted.

Lu Ying said, "What are you doing here? Are you afraid the Crown Princess Consort won’t know you’ve returned to the Capital?"

Though Shen Yinning was used to him always siding with Shen Yunxi, being scolded right off still stung faintly.

She pretended not to mind, curling her delicate fingers around Lu Ying’s belt as she teased, "Your Highness, this humble wife wishes to ask Lord Xue for his help. But as you know, Lord Xue dislikes me deeply and probably wouldn’t agree. So, would you be willing to step in for me?"

Lu Ying scolded, "Behave yourself in public."

Shen Yinning felt like laughing.

This personality of hers was precisely cultivated by Lu Ying himself.

He clearly enjoyed this behavior, yet now he acted aloof and dignified.

She pushed even further, directly wrapping her arms around Lu Ying’s waist and tilting her head up to plead, "Your Highness, please help your humble wife..."

Lu Ying’s scalp tingled, his lower abdomen tightening uncontrollably.

Just then, faint rustling noises came from nearby.

Lu Ying clutched Shen Yinning’s slim waist and led her behind a tree.

The rear garden was dimly lit with just a few lanterns dangling sparsely among the pine and cypress shadows, so the newcomers didn’t notice the pair hidden behind them.

Shen Yinning curiously peered out. The figure approaching was a young woman, judging by her attire, seemingly not a native of the Capital.

"Why have you come here?!"

A male voice rang out—it was Shen Xinglei.

"Husband..." The woman spoke tearfully, "Fan’er has been crying terribly, as if he misses his father. You’ve spent the whole day accompanying Miss Xue, abandoning us in that tiny courtyard to suffer."

Husband?

Shen Yinning’s ears suddenly pricked up.

This young woman actually called Shen Xinglei "husband"!

And from her words, it seemed they already had a son!

Lu Ying glanced at her expression and immediately knew she was scheming something again.

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