novelraw Chapter 022 The Sour Taste in Milk Tea
Chapter 022 The Sour Taste in Milk Tea
A corner of the cafe.
The air was filled with the aroma of roasted coffee beans.
Wen Ning sat next to Jiang Ci.
She held the half-empty cup of milk tea in her hands, the straw bitten flat.
Across from them, Lin Wan was presenting a PowerPoint presentation.
On the laptop screen were candlestick charts and data models that Wen Ning couldn't understand.
"Regarding the valuation for financing, I believe there is still room for a premium."
Lin Wan has a very pleasant voice.
Calm, rational, every word exuded confidence.
"Investors are looking at the industry sector. As long as we can make the user retention rate data look good, I'm confident I can raise the valuation by 30%."
Jiang Ci leaned back in his chair.
He didn't say much, only occasionally nodding or jotting down a couple of keywords on a piece of paper.
He looked focused.
That kind of charisma while working can be felt even across a table.
Wen Ning felt that Jiang Ci was very distant at this moment.
He was sitting right next to her, his elbow even occasionally brushing against her arm.
But she felt like they were in two different worlds.
The way Lin Wan looked at Jiang Ci made Wen Ning very uncomfortable.
Even though it was business, their eyes were too clingy.
That's the kind of appreciation and understanding that only those who truly understand him can show.
not like her.
Aside from delivering milk tea and causing trouble, he doesn't understand anything else.
Wen Ning lowered her head and took a big sip of milk tea.
It's clearly made with full sugar.
Why does it taste sour when I drink it?
It felt like swallowing an unripe lemon.
[Host, please take note.]
[Your low mood has been detected. Please don't forget your dramatic persona!]
Since we can't leave, we might as well stay and cause trouble!
[Task issued: Make noise! Show him how boring and ill-mannered you are, and make him dislike you!]
Wen Ning was taken aback.
make trouble?
At this time?
They're talking about a deal worth millions.
But seeing Lin Wan's composed demeanor, as if saying "he and I are a match made in heaven," Wen Ning suddenly felt a pang of jealousy.
Row.
Then let's do it.
Anyway, she's just a pretty face that only causes trouble.
"Sizzle—"
A piercing hissing sound rang out.
Lin Wan paused for a moment while she was speaking.
Jiang Ci stopped writing.
Wen Ning bit the straw, looking innocently at the bottom of the cup.
"Oh no, I can't get it in."
She took the cup and slammed it heavily on the table twice.
"Thump, thump".
The commotion was quite significant.
"Why are all these pearls at the bottom?"
She muttered to herself, frantically stirring the contents of the cup with the straw.
The plastic straw hit the cup wall, making an annoying "clattering" sound.
The coffee shop was originally very quiet.
The sound was as abrupt as fingernails scratching a blackboard.
Lin Wan frowned.
She stopped explaining and closed her laptop.
His gaze passed over the screen and landed on Wen Ning.
A faint, ambiguous smile played at the corners of his lips.
"Is Wen, the junior, getting bored?"
Lin Wan spoke, her tone gentle.
"No wonder. For non-professionals, these business logics are indeed dry and sound like gibberish. If you really can't sit still, how about... you let Jia Pengxiu accompany you for a walk?"
Wen Ning tightened her grip on the cup.
She was about to retort, "Who said I don't understand?"
Jiang Ci, who was beside him, moved.
He put down the pen in his hand.
He turned around and took out his tablet from the black backpack.
Unlock.
I skillfully opened a video software.
I looked in the cache list.
Then, he stood the tablet up and placed it on the table in front of Wen Ning.
On the screen was a recently popular comedy variety show.
"Look at this."
Jiang Ci's voice was indifferent.
Before Wen Ning could react...
He then took off one of his Bluetooth earphones from his left ear.
Reach out.
It was gently inserted into Wen Ning's left ear.
The cheerful sound effects of a variety show came through my headphones, instantly blocking out the incomprehensible business jargon around me.
Is the sound loud?
he asks.
Wen Ning shook his head blankly: "No, not big."
"Um."
Jiang Ci turned around again and looked at Lin Wan opposite him.
His face remained expressionless, as if he hadn't interrupted the serious meeting at all.
"continue."
He said to Lin Wan, "We were just talking about retention rates."
Lin Wan's smile froze.
She looked at the tablet computer standing on the negotiating table, which was playing a lighthearted variety show.
It seems so absurd.
What's even more absurd is that Jiang Ci actually condoned this absurdity.
"Jiang Ci..."
Lin Wan took a deep breath, trying to maintain her professional demeanor. "We're discussing serious matters. Is this really inappropriate?"
"What's wrong with it?"
Jiang Ci twirled his pen in his hand, speaking casually.
"She doesn't make a fuss. I look at my data, she watches her variety shows. We don't interfere with each other."
Wen Ning was wearing that earphone.
Her ears were filled with comedians' jokes, but her eyes were fixed on Jiang Ci's profile.
He didn't mind that she was noisy.
They didn't kick her out.
He even gave her his tablet to play with, fearing she might get bored.
Just as a sweet feeling began to rise in Wen Ning's heart.
Under the table.
The hand that had been resting on her knee was grasped again.
This time.
Jiang Ci did not let go.
While looking at Lin Wan's PPT, he secretly pried Wen Ning's fingers apart one by one under the table, then interlocked their fingers.
Palm to palm.
Perfectly fitted.
Wen Ning was so frightened that she wanted to pull her hand back.
There are two people sitting opposite us!
What if we get discovered...
Jiang Ci gripped her hand even tighter.
His thumb gently stroked the back of her hand, as if soothing a cat with its fur standing on end.
Wen Ning dared not move.
She pretended to be watching a variety show while secretly glancing at the screen out of the corner of her eye.
Jiang Ci's expression remained unchanged.
He was seriously discussing with Lin Wan: "There's a problem with this part of the valuation model; the risk factor is too low."
They were talking about deals worth millions.
He was holding his girlfriend's hand under the table and wouldn't let go.
Wen Ning's heart was pounding so fast it almost drowned out the sound coming from her headphones.
She suddenly realized.
That sour milk tea.
It seems... to have gotten sweeter.