A figure leaned against the table, a faint scent of perfume wafting through. Jiang Lan looked up at the person speaking. It was Si Ning, the owner of this coffee shop. Si Ning was tall, about 1.78 meters tall, with short hair and dressed in a black T-shirt and casual pants. When she wasn't talking, many people would mistake her for a boy. When Jiang Lan first came for an interview, Si Ning flirtatiously pinched her cheek, startling her. It wasn't until she spoke that she realized she was a girl. Jiang Lan lowered the tablecloth, smiled, and gestured to her: "I'm used to it." Si Ning stared at her fingers, then caught a glimpse of her red eyes. Si Ning's brows furrowed slightly. "I'm used to it," these three simple words seemed to her to contain so much bitterness and grievance. Si Ning handed over the milk tea in her hand. "Take your favorite matcha milk cap. We'll have some." Jiang Lan thanked her, took the milk tea, and took a sip. White cream clung to the corner of her mouth. Si Ning reached out her fingers to wipe it away, taking the opportunity to pinch her cheek. "What an idiot!" Si Ning's tone was filled with a hint of melancholy and pity, as if she meant something. Jiang Lan had a slightly chubby face, big eyes, long eyelashes, and a fair, clean complexion. When she stared at someone, she looked like a puppy, pitiful and utterly charming. So Si Ning loved pinching her. At first, Jiang Lan wasn't used to it, but gradually, she got used to it. Habits are truly terrifying. Si Ning was very kind. To understand what Jiang Lan was saying, she even watched videos and learned sign language. Now, she could understand most of Jiang Lan's signs. But Jiang Lan no longer dared to make friends. The last person she'd befriended had just been displeased with the car she'd ridden in, spraying it over and over with disinfectant. Si Ning suddenly pulled Jiang Lan upstairs, "Come here and do me a favor." Jiang Lan quickly put down her milk tea and followed her upstairs to a room in the corner of the second floor. Pushing open the door, she was greeted by a dazzling display of colorful paintings. Besides being the owner of this coffee shop, Si Ning was also a renowned painter—a self-proclaimed title. Si Ning's family didn't allow her to learn painting, so she opened a coffee shop as a cover, where she secretly painted. As soon as they entered, Si Ning pressed Jiang Lan onto a stool, "Don't move! Your job today is to be my model." Jiang Lan sat obediently on the stool, motionless. Si Ning enjoyed using her as a practice and had drawn many portraits of Jiang Lan. Time passed. Near noon, a heavy rainstorm began to fall. The sound of rain pattered outside, but the room was remarkably quiet. But the shop downstairs was nearly overwhelmed. Jiang Lan and Si Ning's phones were ringing frantically, but she didn't dare move. Si Ning, feeling a bit annoyed, put down her paintbrush and said, "Forget it, I'll paint another day. I'll go down and see what these people are doing." Because of the rain, quite a few people had come to the shop, most of them seeking shelter. But it wasn't right to simply occupy a seat in the shop, so she ordered a cup of coffee as a token of her gratitude, and so she got busy. "Boss, we have a few takeout orders here. They haven't been accepted for a long time. Why don't you take them?" A female employee trotted over and handed her the takeout order. Si Ning casually took the order, glanced at it, and frowned. "So many? Forget it, bring them all over." Si Ning then glanced around the shop and saw that Jiang Lan had gone back to work. Si Ning found her and pulled her along, "Come on, let's go deliver some takeout." Jiang Lan quickly took off her apron and followed Si Ning to the front desk, carrying a few takeout coffees. Most of them were from nearby places, so the delivery was quick. A few were farther away, so Si Ning had to ride her motorcycle. "Jiang Lan, carry them for me. Sit behind me, and I'll drive." Si Ning put a motorcycle helmet on her head and, without a word, pulled her to the curb. Jiang Lan went back to get an umbrella, but Si Ning stopped her. Riding a motorcycle with an umbrella? What's the point of riding a motorcycle? So, Jiang Lan could only hold the coffee in her arms and shiver on Si Ning's motorcycle. The rain was pouring down, and there were flashes of lightning and thunder, and the sky was pitch black. It was only noon, but it looked like night was approaching. When Si Ning's motorcycle stopped outside a building, Jiang Lan's expression changed. This was Lu Jingchi's company.