Do I Need to Lower Myself?

"Excuse me, are you in trouble, Miss?" As Shen Zeming had expected, Li Yue approached with a smile, lacking any sense of etiquette. He rudely interrupted a stranger, clearly drawn in by Wei Feng’s beauty.

"I couldn't help but notice you seem distressed. Perhaps I could be of assistance?" Li Yue added with what he believed was a charming smile. He looked as though he were trying hard to maintain the image of some princely gentleman with that practiced smile and gentle demeanor, yet...

“I’m sorry, but who are you?” Wei Feng, clearly not in the mood, responded coldly. She found it rather unusual to see such low-class behavior in a high-class restaurant. Her tired eyes lazily rolled as she cast a dismissive glance at Li Yue.

"Oh, where are my manners? I'm Li Yue. I couldn't bear to see such a beautiful lady in distress," he replied, maintaining his rehearsed gentlemanly facade.

"I don't recall asking for anyone's help," Wei Feng retorted icily, her voice dripping with disdain.