Attention Sir, I Have Your Heart Handcuffed!-Chapter 785: [Yan Jian Extra]35. What does such panic and confusion count for_2

That day, even the young part-time worker was startled. She asked how he could eat such a big plate of desserts all by himself. Wasn’t he afraid of bursting a blood vessel or getting a big belly?

The more she thought, the more anxious she became. She couldn’t handle it and could only stammer, "...You’re, you’re teasing me."

Xue Jiangqiu let out a light hum, "Still so shy, still unwilling to believe that anyone likes you."

Those words stunned Yan Yu.

Xue Jiangqiu sighed softly, reached out to straighten her, and lowered his head to gaze into her eyes, "Aside from being confident in your desserts, you should also have more confidence in yourself, alright? I know your siblings are all too outstanding, each one appearing with their own halo, so you’re used to feeling inferior and hiding yourself—but, there has always been someone who only sees you."

That strange feeling came again... Yan Yu took a deep breath, "My siblings? How do you know? Could it be that my intuition was right, you—you really knew Yan Jian a long time ago?"

She squinted her eyes in confusion, "Yan Jian’s senior? Yan Jian’s brother?"

Xue Jiangqiu sighed gently, "I didn’t know you through Yan Jian. I’ve been seeing you with my own eyes from the beginning to the end."

Yan Yu lifted her eyes blankly, her mind somewhat stalled.

Xue Jiangqiu smiled, reached out and tapped her forehead, "I actually told you I liked you ten years ago. It seems like you didn’t take it seriously at the time, so you didn’t remember."

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Another heavy bombshell, Yan Yu felt like her heart was about to explode from her throat.

She stared blankly at Xue Jiangqiu, "Ten, ten years?"

Xue Jiangqiu crossed his arms with a mix of pride and melancholy, sighed, "You’re part of the Tang Family, so I want you to use the collective reasoning skills of the Tang Family to find the answer."

Yan Yu looked at him in shock.

He only gave her one condition: ten years.

And during all this time, he had intentionally or unintentionally always avoided sharing his background information. As an employer, all she could get was his basic information: name, age...

Her heart skipped a beat.

Although this bit of information wasn’t enough for a large and detailed deduction, a simple one would suffice.

At 28 years old, plus the "ten years" he mentioned later, means when he said he liked her, he was 18. A person he could have known at 18, and who also knows her siblings, could narrow the range—most likely a family acquaintance.

In that case, his surname would naturally surface—his surname is Xue!

Yan Yu stepped back, her heart nearly stopping, "...Could you be a family member of Uncle Xue?"

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Xue Jiangqiu laughed, clapping softly. His eyes intensely gazed at her, "I knew you would remember."

Once the gates of memory opened, the flood of recollections gushed forth.

He was eighteen... ten years ago, she was fifteen. She tried hard to recall the events of that year...

Then she clapped her hands again, "I remember now. You were Uncle Xue’s nephew. At eighteen, you got accepted into the Blue Ribbon College in France, and my grandfather personally hosted a banquet at home to see you off!"

Blue Ribbon College in France is the oldest and most prestigious culinary academy in the world. Yan Yu loved desserts since she was a child, and she naturally regarded it as sacred. It was rare that Uncle Xue’s nephew shared the same aspiration, so she paid special attention to this boy that year.

Unfortunately... she was even more shy than she is now, just beginning adolescence, and her appearance was even more raw than now, so she never dared to approach him.

Not until that day when he was ready to leave, saying goodbye to all the friends and family present, did he finally walk up to her.

She lowered her head in shyness, letting him only see the top of her head, unable to see her face at all.

He sighed unknowingly, "Although the Blue Ribbon College’s course is only three months short-term, I intend to learn all its essence before returning. I’ve set myself a ten-year goal. After ten years, I’ll be 28, the age of maturity. And by that time, you will be 25, and maybe you won’t be so shy anymore, right?"

She didn’t understand the meaning at that time, just shook her head, thinking about quickly escaping, not letting everyone see him stay so long in front of her, talking inexplicably.

She whispered "Bon voyage," then attempted to escape.

But he reached out, grabbed her elbow, and urgently said, "These ten years, you can continue to be shy. Save your first love, wait for me to return."

At the moment he grasped her elbow, she was already so nervous that her ears were ringing, so she didn’t catch his low declaration. She shook off his arm and turned to flee.