# Chapter 28
Yang Yun wore that smug "Aren't I clever?" expression, while I had absolutely no idea how to react. Angry? What right did I have to be angry? Furious? I was the one who'd chosen to put on this so-called rookie spy performance. Sad? I didn't even know why I should be sad.
If I had to find a word to describe it, it would be numbness—a habitual numbness. Just like how I'd gotten used to Yilin's question of "Yi, did you wash your face today?" I'd gotten used to Yang Yun's teasing... if "teasing" is even the right word for it.
So I just sat up stiffly, turned my gaze away stiffly, and said flatly: "Drive."
Yang Yun giggled, released the handbrake, and started the car. As he pressed the accelerator, he glanced at the rearview mirror, his expression strange, but I didn't have the mental energy to care about it now.
Speaking of which, I perform counter-surveillance drills every day, as if I'm about to do something shady with Yang Yun, but really it's just us finding a place to eat together.
Yes, just eating. Though the meals tend to run long—usually ending around ten o'clock. Sometimes I find it a bit unbelievable that I spend three hours having dinner with someone I can barely call an acquaintance every single day.
But although Yang Yun is insufferable, eating with him is never boring. He always finds topics you like, always makes the conversation enjoyable.
I'm definitely not a chatty person. Normally when I'm with others, I only answer when asked. But with Yang Yun, I find myself talking more than usual, even memories I'd forgotten about get dragged out by him.
I think that's why I can still tolerate his teasing.
Sometimes I wonder—if he hadn't caught my weakness, if I weren't racing against a deadline, if I weren't lying to Shangguan—eating with Yang Yun would actually be quite fun. At least more enjoyable than being with Shangguan, who just keeps scolding me.
But if I had to choose between Shangguan and Yang Yun as a friend, I'd still pick Shangguan. Why? I suppose it's habit. Maybe.
I mentioned that Yang Yun is just as domineering as Shangguan—the dining location is always his call. But I don't really mind, since we both end up choosing places with high class and high price tags, so I never worry about the food being inedible. But there's no way I'm paying AA at a time like this. He forced me to come—I should be charging him for emotional damages, not paying out of my own pocket. I'm not crazy... Well, not that I could afford it anyway...
"Tonight we're having BBQ."
With just that one sentence, Yang Yun dragged me to Forest Park. Forest Park was in the northern suburbs of N City. It covered a decent area but the scenery wasn't much to write home about, and the trees there really weren't worthy of the name "forest." Still, the ticket price was cheap, and most importantly, there were a few interesting restaurants inside.
There were three restaurants in the park, each with a theme related to the landscape. "Lakeside Home" was right by the lake, and "Grassland Kids" had actual Mongolian yurts set up on the grass.
Maybe for revenue purposes, if you ate at any of the three restaurants, they'd refund your park entrance fee. Good food plus something to do—Forest Park and all three restaurants did decent business.
It was peak dining hours, and Forest Park was bustling with people. The moment Yang Yun's car appeared, it immediately drew everyone's attention. N City may have been full of luxury cars, but a flashy Ferrari like this one was still rare. And Yang Yun in his casual blazer drew just as many stares as his car. Next to these two gleaming status symbols, I was naturally ignored by everyone.
Just as I was getting out of the car, I even heard a few sighs of disappointment. Hmph—bet they're disappointed they didn't see the stunning beauty they'd imagined. I thought with a hint of spite.
For BBQ, we'd of course be going to "Grassland Kids." Just as we were approaching the yurts, I suddenly spotted a familiar figure. Yang Xin? I froze. As I hesitated over whether to call out to her, she'd already been hastily pulled away by the man beside her.
Not a troubled situation, but the man's silhouette seemed kind of familiar. I racked my brain and finally realized—the guy was probably a coworker from the office.
Once I confirmed his identity, I relaxed. As for what Yang Xin was doing with him... that was none of my business.