My Youth Began With Him

"I'm sorry, I don't understand," Amy replied carefully as she looked down.

Lu Yan turned around and gave her a meaningful look. "I've heard before that there are two things in this world women cannot share. One, their toothbrush, and the other, their man."

"Oh…" Amy nodded, pretending to be confused.

"But me… I'm pretty generous. If we're good friends, I don't mind sharing my toothbrush… but my man…"

"Would you mind?" Lu Yan asked Amy.

"I'm not sure what I'm supposed to say."

"Don't be nervous. It's just a random question. Do you mind sharing your man?"

"I've never dated before… so I don't know how to answer that question."

"It's just a made-up question. Don't be so serious."

"I don't think so… After all, love is selfish. Every woman wants their man to themselves. I don't think gender matters either… anyone would mind… unless there's something wrong with them."

"That's absolutely right. Exactly my thought. I can give my friends all the time, money, and weapons in the world… but if you go behind my back and steal my man. Sorry, I'll probably end you."

"Boss is right," Amy replied absentmindedly.

"Have you made dinner arrangements?"

"Yes, I've made dinner arrangements already. Do you want it delivered to your room or do you want to go to the restaurant?"

"I'll head over." With that, Lu Yan stood up.

"Go get Qiao Fei for me. I'll wait for him there."

"Alright." Amy's eyes lit up at the mention of Qiao Fei's name.

Then, not noticing Lu Yan's expression, Amy ran to the room next door.

Lu Yan got up, changed into a simple dress, and headed towards the top-floor spinning restaurant.

The Michelin-star Chef was serving only her.

Lu Yan was both incredibly picky and incredibly not when it came to food. When she felt like it, she could figure out how long the fish had died with a single bite.

When Lu Yan wasn't picky, any cooked sweet potato from a street vendor could satisfy her.

Basically, her appetite was completely dependent on her mood.

"Young Master Qiao." Amy knocked on Qiao Fei's door, her face a bit ruby.

"Yes?"

"Boss asked for you to go to dinner on the top floor of the building."

"Where is she?"

"She's already there."

"Got it."

Qiao Fei began to make his way towards the restaurant.

Amy walked behind him, carefully as could be.

Ever since Qiao Fei met Lu Yan, he'd been living the good life.

Any outsider would think that Lu Yan was his sugar mommy.

Amy knew the truth, however. Qiao Fei came from an incredibly powerful family and he had the highest status in that family.

Ever since he started following Lu Yan, he'd been living an on-the-run kind of life.

Every day was a new challenge from his enemies, a new danger where he had to risk his life. Many times, it was Qiao Fei's presence that saved Lu Yan's life.

People who admired Lu Yan didn't know Qiao Fei well enough.

Everything about him was impressive. His marksmanship and martial arts skills were impeccable. Amy had witnessed his kills multiple times.

Not only was he quick and precise, his every move was perfect and gentlemanly. His brutality came from the depth of his soul, the kind that chilled people to their bones.

Someone like Qiao Fei shouldn't love someone like Lu Yan. As far as Amy was concerned, he was too good for Lu Yan.

The latter always treated Qiao Fei like a servant; she didn't deserve his love.

"Young Master Fei…" Amy suddenly spoke out.