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Throughout the evening, Tao Xinxin stuck to her boyfriend, telling Shen Zhitong how she met him, saying he was her painting teacher, a artistic genius. When introducing her boyfriend, she was animated and her eyes sparkled.

Shen Zhitong listened to her talk about their love story, and when the waiter came to serve, it was all exquisitely plated Western dishes. Shen Zhitong tasted a dish of mushrooms and meat, with a strange and subtle taste. She swallowed it without showing any change in her expression.

"Is it delicious?" Shen Zhitong looked up to see the faint glance from across the table.

Shen Zhitong nodded subtly.

However, Mr. Tao's face was not good. Shen Zhitong glanced at Tao Xinxin and her artistic boyfriend next to her. The two were feeding each other spoon by spoon.

She politely looked away.

As the evening drew to a close, the man called for the bill, but Tao Xinxin stopped him.

"Since Mr. Zhou is here, shouldn't it be your turn to pay?" She coquettishly said to Zhou, "Right, brother?"

"Brother," not "Mr. Zhou"!

Zhou responded with a casual "I've already paid."

"I knew it! Brother, you're my good brother!" Tao Xinxin stood up and went over to hug him, expressing her gratitude, but Zhou stopped her. "Okay, stop messing around," he said, restraining her within the boundaries of politeness.

The boyfriend next to her did not seem pleased, pulling Tao Xinxin back and saying softly, "Let's go."

"Oh, right, we still have plans." Tao Xinxin waved to Zhou. Then she turned to Shen Zhitong and winked mysteriously, "We found a cozy hotel, perfect for couples. I'll recommend it to you two."

A hotel... suitable for couples...

Shen Zhitong seemed to realize something, feeling embarrassed and at a loss.

Zhou's face suddenly darkened, staring at Tao Xinxin, wanting to say something but hesitating.

Zhou drove Shen Zhitong home, and his originally subdued mood returned to its usual calmness.

His pleasant yet indifferent voice came from the dim car interior, "What do you think of Tao Xinxin's boyfriend?"

Shen Zhitong replied, "They seem compatible."

Zhou remained silent.

After a moment, he asked, "In what way are they compatible?"

Shen Zhitong thought for a moment, "They both like street graffiti art, have similar interests and personalities. Spiritual compatibility is a prerequisite for love."

"Similar personalities?"

"Yes," Shen Zhitong smiled, "At least, I personally prefer someone with a similar personality."

Perhaps because of her good mood or because she was immersed in the "ambiguity" created by the man beside her, she was unusually talkative today.

"Suppose I find an extroverted and talkative person, I'm afraid he'll find me boring. Similarly, I would find him noisy."

Zhou did not continue the conversation.

As the car approached Shen Zhitong's residential area, she got out and bid him farewell, but he called her back. Zhou reached into the back seat and pulled out a white paper bag, handing it to her through the window.

"Take a look, do you like it?" Inside the bag was a handbag.

In the darkness, she couldn't see the brand or style, but Shen Zhitong subconsciously felt that it must be expensive.

"Thank you, Mr. Zhou, but I can't accept this," she tried to give it back, but Zhou refused. "Take it, it's nothing valuable." With these words, he nonchalantly closed the car window and drove away slowly.

Zhou's eyes flashed with a trace of jealousy as he looked at the handbag that was considered worthless, the new limited edition spring collection from Hermes, worth three hundred thousand.

In the summer, looking at the photo of the handbag, she gnashed her teeth with jealousy.

"The first time he invited you to dinner, he met his parents. The second time, on Valentine's Day, he gave you such an expensive handbag?" Summer looked at Shen Zhitong and blinked, "Shen Zhitong, did you sleep with him?"

When Shen Zhitong heard this sudden question, she hurriedly shook her head, "How is that possible!"

"I don't believe it!" Summer glanced at her, skeptical smile playing on her lips, "How far have you gone?"

"I've told you everything," Shen Zhitong looked at her.

Summer was eager to know every detail of Shen Zhitong's interactions with Zhou. Having given up on trying to pursue Zhou after learning of his dinner invitation to Shen Zhitong, she had shifted her attention to another manager, slightly lower in rank.

"Details, I want details."

"There are no details," Shen Zhitong said helplessly.

"Did you kiss?"

"No."

"Hug?"

Shen Zhitong shook her head.

Summer raised an eyebrow, "Hold hands?"

Shen Zhitong shook her head again.

Summer frowned, "Something's not right!"

"This is not a matter of manners," Summer shook her head and waggled her finger in front of her face, "Men are inherently lascivious. All men are the same. Meeting parents, inviting to dinner on Valentine's Day, giving expensive gifts; he's definitely after something from you."

"It's not about manners." Summer waved her finger in front of her, "Men are inherently lascivious. All men are the same. Meeting parents, inviting to dinner on Valentine's Day, giving expensive gifts; he's definitely after something from you."

Shen Zhitong lowered her eyes, deep in thought.