Interested in him.

...How is it interesting?

He slowed his breathing slightly, his brows and eyes gradually serious as he looked at her.

Ruan Yiyi smiled brightly, then step by step approached him, he instinctively retreated, finally forced by her to retreat to the wall, pressed closely against it.

"What do you want to do?" He frowned, seeming angry.

But her face was gradually approaching, although she was tall and slender, she was still nearly half a head shorter than him.

She slightly stood on her tiptoes, pressing one of his wrists against the wall, her breath gradually mingling with his.

Blending with him.

Her eyes lowered slightly, then slowly lifted, her gaze at him, as if like an enticing thread, wanting to take away his soul.

Her lips moved slightly, whispering, "I said, I said I am interested in you, want to see your true face."

As she spoke, her other hand slowly moved up, about to touch his mask.

But as she was about to touch it, he suddenly turned his face, avoiding her touch.

His hand also pushed away her shoulder.

He coldly said, "Miss Ruan, please show some respect!"

With these words, he turned and walked away, resolute and determined, not even looking back.

"Hey you—"

Ruan Yiyi called out to him from behind, but could only watch as he left like that.

Seemingly not the slightest bit nostalgic.

Ruan Yiyi’s expression immediately became subtly complex.

Her brows furrowed slightly.

So strange, where exactly is the problem?

So many men wish for her to say a word to them, to grovel, and he is well aware that she is his investor.

Yet his attitude is as such?

Not the slightest bit fawning.

Ruan Yiyi just watched his departing figure, her eyes gradually darkening.

...

Wen Yu hurriedly left, for no other reason than the worry that if he stayed, she would truly discover his true identity.

But just as he was about to push the door open to leave, his peripheral vision suddenly caught sight of some familiar figures.

At an ordinary table, there were seven or eight people crowded around.

Some sitting, some standing, those standing holding glasses, swaying and twisting to the music.

Weren’t these people—

The ones who previously at night in the lab wanted him to attend the senior sister’s birthday party?

Wen Yu’s eyes glimmered slightly, then he lowered his head and quickly left first.

He was still wearing a mask now, it wasn’t convenient to appear here like this.

...

Ten minutes later, the glass door pushed open, the noisy sounds once again overwhelmed him, stimulating his eardrums.

Now he didn’t know where he found a black denim jacket, inside wearing a simple clean white T-shirt, his hair soft, his eyes clear and clean.

Upon entering, his overall clean and gentle demeanor made him seem a little out of place.

But his appearance was immediately noticed by the people at the nearby tables.

The birthday senior sister saw him directly, her eyes filled with surprise, joyfully waving to him, loudly saying:

"Wen Yu, over here!"

Wen Yu already knew they were there, upon hearing her he indeed walked over.

That group of people saw him come, immediately teased, "You kid, you said you wouldn’t come, but you still showed up, seems the senior sister’s face is indeed big."

Wen Yu walked over to the sofa and sat down, casually saying, "Couldn’t dare to miss the senior sister’s birthday, but it’s my first time at a place like this, so I was late."