Like Flies Drawn to Honey

‘As expected from the protagonist,’ Shen Zeming thought inwardly. It was his first time seeing Li Yue, though his instincts—honed by reading countless urban romance novels—immediately told him that this must be Li Yue.

“Please, Brother, calm down.” On the other hand, Li Yue was visibly offended, but before he could respond, a young man in his mid-twenties approached from behind.

The newcomer had a round, cherubic face, accentuated by plump cheeks and a double chin. Unlike Li Yue, however, he was dressed in a tailored navy blue suit with subtle patterns, paired with a crisp white shirt beneath; the top button was undone, lending an air of casual confidence.

"Perhaps there's been a misunderstanding," he said as he retrieved a platinum card from his leather wallet. "This is my brother Li Yue, and here is my reservation."