The Romantic Soldier King

A small plate of caviar was finished in less than ten bites. After eating it, everyone praised it endlessly, even He Zhiyong felt that it was a rare delicacy. Too little, too little.    

    

While ordering the dishes, He Zhiyong pretended to scan two pages of the menu, but in reality, most of the dishes were unknown to him. Even the most expensive dish was only 888, and He Zhiyong guessed that the caviar would not exceed 1000. Since he had said that he would treat everyone to a meal, he had to act a bit more magnanimous in order to win Pu Wanqing's favor.    

    

He snapped his fingers and shouted, "Waiter!"    

    

The waiter immediately walked over and politely asked, "May I ask sir, what you need?"    

    

"We ordered caviar just now. Let everyone have another serving!" He Zhiyong said with a rich and imposing manner.    

    

"Sir, I'm sorry, but there are only eight servings of the Great White Sturgeon's caviar. Can you change it to a different kind of caviar?" The waiter said carefully. He was very clear on the price of caviar, every single one of them cost 10,000 yuan. Looking at He Zhiyong's famous brand suit, he thought to himself that this man must be rich and must not be offended.    

    

"Gone?" He Zhiyong was displeased: "How can you open a restaurant like this, the caviar is only prepared so little, how are we supposed to come to your restaurant to eat in the future?"    

    

"I'm so sorry!" The waiter explained, "Our customers rarely order the top quality caviar, so our store's preparation is limited. If we prepare more, we won't be able to sell it. It will affect the taste of the caviar."    

    

He Zhiyong held up the stance of a rich young master and lectured: "In the future, I think we should prepare more caviar so as to satisfy the needs of guests like me. Otherwise, no matter how you earn money, you will fail sooner or later."    

    

"I'm so sorry!" The waiter kept apologizing, "If you're not satisfied, you can book it. It can be flown in from France in two days at most."    

    

"I want to eat it right now. I can wait for two days if you ask me!" He Zhiyong secretly felt great, the feeling of pretending to be rich was the same. Forget it, I'm not in the mood to eat anyway.    

    

After the waiter left, He Zhiyong looked around, and smiled apologetically: "Everyone, I am truly sorry. I originally wanted to treat you all to a meal, but who would have known that the dining hall was empty. I'll treat you guys to it next time. " He even intentionally glanced at Ye Cheng, full of satisfaction.    

    

"Young Master He is truly open-minded. Next time you're treating me, remember to call for me." Ye Cheng laughed in his heart: Pretending to be struck by lightning, you will cry once the bill is settled.    

    

"Let's see how I feel!" He Zhiyong snorted coldly, looking down at Ye Cheng with extreme disdain.    

    

Everyone chatted as they ate. Ye Cheng magnanimously no longer targeted He Zhiyong, saying that he would pay a hundred thousand for a meal. No matter what, they had to give him some face.    

    

"Everyone, don't leave after the meal. Let's go to KTV and sing. I'll treat you." He Zhiyong said happily.    

    

"I'm so sorry, let's make it AA! If you sing, you won't count as Teacher He! " A man said.    

    

"It's fine. Singing doesn't cost much." He Zhiyong said indifferently.    

    

"Since Teacher He is so generous, we might as well do as he says!"    

    

"Let's go together later. No one should leave. Let's have a good time during the holidays."    

    

Wang Yufang laughed: "Zhi Yong, I heard that you know how to play the piano, coincidentally, there is a piano here, let us play a song first and hear it." She rolled her eyes and said, "How about this, it's meaningless for you to play around by yourself. It just so happens that you are chasing after Wanqing, and Mr. Ye is also considered half of Wanqing's pursuer. Why don't you two try it out, who dares to play well, and then when you go sing, let Wanqing dance with you. "    

    

"That won't do, you can't treat me as a wager!" Pu Wanqing protested.    

    

Wang Yufang pretended not to hear, and looked towards the other teachers, and activated the power of the crowd: "How are you guys?"    

    

"Yes, during the match, Mr. Ye's French is not bad, and the piano is definitely not bad either."    

    

"Right, if you two are going to PK, it won't be fun to eat."    

    

Actually, there was another reason why He Zhiyong had invited them here, and he helped to arrange a meeting between and himself.    

    

He Zhiyong taught the piano part-time in school, and was an Amateur Level 10. Among the non-professionals, he was already considered the highest level. Even if Ye Cheng could speak French, he couldn't possibly know how to play the piano, right? He could take this opportunity to show off and gain the chance to dance with Pu Wanqing.    

    

"Aren't you guys making things difficult for me? How could I play the piano?" Ye Cheng was in a dilemma.    

    

"It's just a casual game. I'm just helping everyone get in the mood. It doesn't matter if they win or lose." Wang Yufang said in a very fair manner.    

    

He Zhiyong's eyes lit up. He had learned piano from a young age, although not a professional, he could still play it well. He thought that he would be at least 10 times better than Ye Cheng. After hearing what Ye Cheng said, he was even more confident that this was a good opportunity to humiliate him. Mr. Ye, why did he not dare to compete? If you admit defeat yourself, then forget it. "    

    

"This won't do. Why make a bet for no reason at all? Besides, Teacher He is the best piano player out of all the teachers." Pu Wanqing was unhappy, he was obviously bullying her.    

    

"Everyone just wants to have a good time. Wanqing, you don't have to refuse." Wang Yufang advised. The other teachers also agreed, making it hard for Pu Wanqing to back down.    

    

"How is it? "If you dare to compete, then I'll just play average." When He Zhiyong heard him praise the piano, He Zhiyong was even more proud.    

    

"Let's compete, how can we not compete? I see that Mr. Ye's bearing is extraordinary, he definitely knows how to play the piano." A teacher could not make it too obvious that he was bullying others.    

    

"We'll be the referee. Which one of you will be the first to go up and play?" Wang Yufang said actively, forcing Ye Cheng to compete with him.    

    

"Mr. Ye, you are a guest. I'll let you play a song first." He Zhiyong pointed to the piano in the corner.    

    

"My technique is rotten to the core. You can go first, so as to avoid tarnishing everyone's ears." Ye Cheng laughed faintly.    

    

"I can play first, but whoever wins, Wanqing will dance with them tonight." Ye Cheng admitted that he was inferior, and in his heart, He Zhiyong was extremely pleased with himself. He emphasized the stakes again, so that he wouldn't win and instead, act shamelessly. With that, he walked to the piano with his head held high.    

    

"Yufang, what kind of rotten idea is this?" Pu Wanqing complained in a low voice. Although it was just a dance, she was also unwilling to dance with He Zhiyong.    

    

"It's just a dance, what's the big deal!" Wang Yufang swept a glance at Ye Cheng, and whispered into Pu Wanqing's ear: "I don't think Ye Cheng is a proper person. Let him make a fool of himself in front of everyone, so as to not keep bothering you, you're the one who's better."    

    

"He didn't pester me. I already said that he's my temporary boyfriend."    

    

The two of them put their heads together and whispered, thinking that no other person would hear them, but who would have thought that Ye Cheng would be able to hear them, so they listened without missing a word. He sneered in his heart: This Wang Yufang is not a good person either. On the surface, he seemed as good as Pu Wanqing, but the way she looked at He Zhiyong isn't right.    

    

He Zhiyong came in front of the piano, and politely bowed towards Pu Wanqing, his face revealing an unconcealable complacency, he slowly sat down, and after setting up the music, he raised up the piano, and felt like he was the pianist, his hands slowly pressing on the keyboard.    

    

Soothing music flowed out, but not to mention the fact that he could play it well, at least among the amateur people, it was considered of a high level. The more he played, the more excited he became. If he could win the chance to dance with Wanqing, he could take the opportunity to make intimate contact with her, seizing the opportunity to communicate with her on the dance floor. Maybe he could bring her to a room tonight and take her for himself forever.    

    

Due to excessive excitement, He Zhiyong's brain buzzed. Although he missed a few beats, it did not affect the effects of the entire song. There were no professionals present, and no one could tell that I had played the wrong number.    

    

After the song ended, He Zhiyong was very satisfied. He slowly walked towards the dining table and gave Ye Cheng a provocative look.    

    

"Beautiful, wonderful!" The teachers all applauded warmly.    

    

"Mr. Ye, it's your turn. If you're afraid of disgracing yourself in public, you can admit your loss and not make a move." He Zhiyong said with complacency and contempt.    

    

"Defeating without fighting isn't my style!" Ye Cheng stood up and walked towards the piano. His steps were firm and unhurried.    

    

"You make yourself sound amazing. Let's see how you will embarrass yourself." He Zhiyong sneered, and unrestrainedly sat on the seat in front of Ye Cheng. In one night, he finally had the chance to sit together with Pu Wanqing.    

    

Instead, he had a radiant smile on his face as he asked: "Wanqing, how did my playing go?"    

    

"It's not bad!" Pu Wanqing replied indifferently. You can be considered a professional. What's there to be proud about bullying someone who doesn't know how to play the piano?    

    

Ye Cheng sat in front of the piano, supporting his voice, the gentleman spoke politely: "Everyone, please calm down! I am very sorry for disturbing your meal. I will only be able to disturb you for three to four minutes at most. "    

    

Hearing that, most of the customers in the restaurant stopped eating and looked at Ye Cheng.    

    

Then, Ye Cheng looked at Pu Wanqing with eyes filled with deep emotions, and said with an extremely magnetic voice: "Next, I will play 'To Alice' to my beloved woman and give her a romantic blessing on this romantic night. I hope that her beauty will forever remain, and my love for her will never change."    

    

Clapping sounds echoed in the dining room.    

    

"Good, everyone will be your witness. Wishing you all a lifetime of love and joy!" A guest shouted.    

    

"Thank you, thank you very much!" Ye Cheng nodded in thanks.    

    

Seeing the look in Ye Cheng's eyes, Pu Wanqing's heartbeat suddenly sped up as if there was a little deer running around. An unexpected romantic confession made her happy, her heart filled with sweetness. Although there were many men who pursued her, there had never been someone like Ye Cheng who had confessed in public. Furthermore, it was impossible for women to not be moved to hear words of love.    

    

Damn, how could I have forgotten to perform a confession ceremony! Ye Cheng's confession had garnered quite a bit of applause and encouragement from the people, and they had not even started to play when they had already pushed He Zhiyong to the ground. Even if your confession was even better, it would be no different from playing cotton. It would be even more hilarious.    

    

Ye Cheng moved his fingers and slowly started to play. In an instant, the entire dining hall became silent.