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Kaiden watched Tina take photos with a look of indulgence. When she finished and looked up, her expression soured as she noticed Yana and Ryan sitting close together. She sneered and said, "What a shameless woman, practically glued to him!"

"Brother Kaiden, she's doing this just to provoke you. Don't tell me you can't see it," Tina said mockingly.

Kaiden turned around and felt irritated. He said coldly, "Tina, why should we be upset? She's already lowered herself to hang out with Ryan, that pathetic lapdog. The one embarrassing herself is her."

Tina let out a charming laugh and said, "That's true. But I bet Yana will end up paying for this meal."

"Why do you think that?" Kaiden asked, puzzled.

Tina felt triumphant inside but maintained a modest expression. "You know Ryan is penniless. He used to cling to me like gum, and it was so annoying."

"For my birthday, he reportedly worked part-time and even took on delivery gigs. He maxed out his credit card just to buy me this iPhone 16 as a birthday gift."

"He went all out. You must have been really touched, Tina," Kaiden teased.

"Ugh, I just find him annoying," Tina said with a laugh. "He's so broke that his pockets are emptier than his face. How could he afford to treat Yana to a meal? He probably doesn't even have much credit left on his card."

"So," she continued, "Yana must have paid out of her own pocket, just to make him look good and annoy you."

"Shouldn't Brother Kaiden be touched by this?"

The subtle back-and-forth between a top-tier "green tea girl" and a "sea king" was full of gentle tones and sharp words, cloaked in a façade of politeness.

Hearing this, Kaiden couldn't help but feel smug. However, he still said, "Tina, don't be jealous. I've already told you there's nothing between her and me. My heart is only for you now."

The two shared a sweet, intimate moment, though they couldn't resist glancing over at the other table from time to time.

"Ryan, do you prefer Boston lobster or Australian lobster?"

Yana was practically leaning against Ryan as she spoke, her voice soft and fragrant with a captivating scent. It was hard to tell if it was her perfume or her natural aroma.

Ryan felt a little tipsy, a little nervous, and somewhat reserved as he replied softly, "I'm not picky. Whatever you want to eat, just order it."

"No, you have to choose!"

Yana pouted coquettishly, and Ryan felt his knees go weak while a certain part of him stiffened.

Taking the menu, Ryan glanced at it and couldn't help but marvel. The high-end seating came with its own tricks—lobster was considered an ordinary ingredient here.

Each dish was beautifully photographed, with prices starting at hundreds and many in the thousands.

In the past, just looking at such a menu would have made Ryan feel faint, as if these dishes were completely out of reach for him in this lifetime.

But now, with money in his pocket and a beautiful woman by his side, he couldn't lose face. He briefly glanced at the cheaper dishes at the beginning of the menu and flipped straight to the back to check out the most expensive signature dishes.

This move made Yana eyes light up. As expected, the usual dishes found at banquets were beneath his notice.

The Garden Restaurant offer various Italian, Japanese, Chinese and Western set meals, "Two portions of Pan-seared foie gras, one Pâté of roasted indigenous legumes, two Poisson et frites, and two Côtelette de Volaille."

"That should be enough for the main course!"

Yana couldn't help but gasp.

The waiter kindly reminded them, "Sir, a seafood-heavy meal can be overwhelming. It's better to pair it with something else."

Ryan then flipped to the earlier pages of the menu and said, "Oh, is that so? Then let's add black garlic marbled chicken and pan-seared pine mushrooms!"

The waiter jotted everything down and said, "That's plenty of food. What would you like to drink?"

Yana had been waiting for this moment. She quickly flipped open the wine menu and innocently asked, "Ryan, what should we drink?"

She deliberately ignored the sections listing soft drinks and juices. The waiter enthusiastically suggested, "Sir, Madam, we'll provide a complimentary pitcher of mango juice."

"No, thank you. I'm allergic to mangoes, and I don't want to drink anything so cold," Yana replied, immediately realizing she might have said too much. To seasoned players in the game of love, a woman saying she couldn't drink cold beverages often had an underlying implication.

However, Ryan remained completely unfazed. He smiled warmly and said, "Then have more soup later. Drinks aren't very healthy anyway; it's better to have less of them."

He's so simple, Yana thought, growing fonder of him by the moment. She felt that this seemingly naive young man from a wealthy family was like an unpolished gem worth cherishing and refining.

Yana giggled and said, "It's my first time having such fine food. Of course, a little wine would make it more romantic."

"Romantic, huh?"

Ryan glanced at the wine list and asked, "What alcohol do you have?"

"We have Van Winkle 20 Years Old Morrell and the finest Old Fitzgerald," the waiter quickly introduced.

Yana cautiously inquired, "Ryan, don't you like red wine?"

"To me, drinking it would just be a waste of something precious. It's like tea—no matter how expensive people say it is, it all tastes the same to me."

This was pure honesty. In Ryan's world, these mentioned liquors and red wines were distant luxuries; Local brewed alcohol and beer were the real deal.

But Yana interpreted it differently.

Of course, Ryan must be from a wealthy family. He's probably had his fill of high-end wines and teas and lost interest in them.

He's so low-key and grounded. The more time I spend with him, the more I discover his admirable qualities, she thought, her admiration for him growing even deeper.