Huayu: I really am a genuine top star.

Chapter 103 Senior, please calm down.

The man had his back to Shen Li, so her face wasn't visible. He was quite tall, wearing a flashy pink shirt, and his hair was styled like a bird's nest that had just been bombed; he looked like a "refined boy."

The woman was facing Shen Li and could see her very clearly.

Good guy.

This woman is amazing.

She wore a black spaghetti strap dress, with two thin straps hanging precariously from her fair, rounded shoulders, seemingly on the verge of snapping.

Her neckline was so low it was outrageous, revealing a deep, magnificent cleavage that rose and fell violently with her rapid breathing, making one's eyes water.

The dress was made of thin, clinging fabric that perfectly accentuated her curvaceous figure, revealing every detail.

Her waist was so slender it could be encircled with one hand, and her hips were round and perky, taut against the skirt, their curves breathtaking.

The skirt was very short, barely covering the hem, leaving her two straight and slender legs completely exposed to the air, reflecting the white light in the setting sun.

She wore a pair of black stilettos, the heels thin and long, like nails. Her ankles were slender and delicate, and her calf muscles had smooth and beautiful lines.

Her hair was big, wavy, chestnut brown, and cascaded over her shoulders. She wore exquisite makeup, with bright red lips and slightly upturned eyeliner.

At this moment, those once languid and charming peach blossom eyes were burning with raging anger, their rims red, and tears welling up, threatening to spill over at any moment.

The way she stood there, she looked exactly like a stunningly beautiful woman who had been driven mad by a scumbag boyfriend.

Shen Li's heart skipped a beat. Oh no, she'd stumbled upon a couple having a huge fight!

He looked down at the milk tea in his hand, then at the two people in the pavilion who were at each other's throats, and instantly understood.

This milk tea was probably ordered by the guy, trying to win the girl's heart.

However, it seems the woman isn't buying it at all; the two are currently arguing right there in the small garden.

The reason for the "don't call" message is probably... this guy is afraid the phone ringing will ignite a powder keg.

"Well, this 20 yuan isn't easy to earn." Shen Li swallowed.

According to the notes, the milk tea should be "just put on the steps." But the steps of the pavilion are right under those two people's feet. Going over there to put the milk tea now is like directly entering a "war zone."

If we don't release it, we won't be able to complete the order. If we do release it, we might get hit by a stray bullet.

Shen Li took a deep breath and decided to finish the job quickly.

With his head down and back hunched, he shrank into the shape of a deliveryman, barely noticeable, and tiptoed toward the pavilion.

I had just reached the steps and hadn't even had a chance to put down the milk tea when I heard the woman burst into tears.

"Tell me! What exactly is your relationship with her?! I saw you two coming out of the movie theater with my own eyes! You even had your arm around her waist!"

That shout, full of energy and tinged with tears, carried a resolute air of "I'm not letting anyone leave until I get to the bottom of this."

Shen Li's hand trembled, and the milk tea almost fell to the ground.

The man replied, his voice slightly bubbly and greasy enough to fry a whole dish: "Honey, let me explain. That's my cousin. She came to visit me from our hometown, what's wrong with me taking her to a movie?"

"You liar!" The woman cried even harder, her ample bosom heaving violently with each sob, causing Shen Li to quickly avert her gaze. "You were clearly holding hands!... She even kissed you!"

Shen Li: "!!!"

Holy crap! This is huge!

The man was speechless after being confronted, stammering for a long time before finally managing to say, "That...that's her...she grew up abroad, she's more open-minded..."

"Screw you!" The woman completely exploded, grabbing her bag and smashing it over the man's head. "Fang Wenshan, you bastard! I've been with you for two years! And you've cheated on me like it's an international affair, huh?!"

Shen Li almost burst out laughing when she heard the name "Fang Wenshan." Fang Wenshan? That name sounds like a song lyric. Unfortunately, this "Fang Wenshan" doesn't write lyrics, he only writes scripts for scumbag men.

While the two were wrestling, he quickly put the milk tea on the steps and turned to slip away.

Before he could even take a step, the woman suddenly grabbed his arm!

Shen Li froze.

That hand was soft and boneless, yet incredibly strong, like a pair of pliers. Its nails were painted a bright red, gleaming like blood in the setting sun.

"You!" The woman looked at Shen Li with teary eyes, her peach blossom eyes filled with tears, her nose red, and her lips trembling slightly. "You be the judge! Isn't he a bastard?!"

Shen Li: "???"

Holy crap! Sister, I'm just a milk tea delivery guy! What right do I have to argue?! I don't even know your names!

Before he could even speak, the man... "Vincent Fang"... also turned around.

Shen Li took a look and exclaimed, "Wow!"

This guy is indeed quite handsome. He has regular features, fair skin, and a clean-shaven chin. But his eyes are shifty, giving off a guilty conscience.

Especially that flashy pink shirt, with two buttons undone at the collar, revealing a section of his not-so-muscular chest.

Upon seeing Shen Li, he was initially taken aback, but then his eyes lit up as if he had grasped a lifeline:

"Dude! You've come at the right time! Help me talk to her! She insists I cheated on her, but I really have nothing to do with that girl!"

Shen Li: "...How can I persuade you? I don't even know you."

"Just say it!" Fang Wenshan urged, "Just say that when you delivered the milk tea, you saw me waiting for her alone in the pavilion! I genuinely wanted to apologize to her!"

Shen Li looked at Fang Wenshan's anxious face, then at the woman next to her who was crying her eyes out, wearing a black dress with a shockingly low neckline and her breasts heaving violently with her sobs. Her mind raced.

This is a fucking dead end.

Speaking up for the man is against my conscience. Speaking up for the woman is offending the client (even if that client is a jerk). If I don't side with either of them, the woman will cling to his arm and won't let go, and I won't be able to leave.

Shen Li's eyes darted around, and an idea came to her.

He cleared his throat, put on his signature harmless smile, and looked at Fang Wenshan first, his tone sincere:

"Dude, I don't know the details of your situation, so I can't say anything. But there's one thing I have to remind you... those two milk teas you ordered, one is a 'Youlan Latte' and the other is a 'Sheng Sheng Oolong,' right?"

Fang Wenshan was taken aback: "Yes...yes."

Shen Li sighed, shook her head, and wore a knowing look:

"Dude, the name 'Sheng Sheng Wulong' is just unlucky. Think about it, what does 'Wulong' mean? Misunderstanding! Accident! You haven't even started apologizing yet, and the name of the milk tea has already planted a landmine for you. Aren't you just asking for trouble?"

Fang Wenshan was dumbfounded.

Shen Li turned to the woman again, his face still bearing that harmless smile, his tone as gentle as a junior schoolmate next door:

"Senior, calm down. The more you argue with him, the more he tries to justify himself. If you ignore him, he'll panic."