Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Lu Kang was speechless.
He didn’t want to stay here, as he felt very sorry for himself when watching the two love birds, Nian Junting and Luosang.
“You asked him to come in without letting him out. Whatever. Just do your work then. When you are finished, we’ll go out for dinner,” Luosang explained to Nian Junting for Lu Kang. She started to feel sorry for him.
Normally, Lu Kang would take the blame for all sorts of things and as a result, have to fulfill all kinds of unreasonable requirements.
“Alright.” As he was reminded by her, Nian Junting immediately said to Lu Kang, “Find an expensive restaurant and book me a table.”
“Sure,” Lu Kang responded and left.
Nian Junting started work. He only had a few files to sign, yet he clearly read every one of them.
Before, Luosang often kept him company when he was working. She was used to how serious he was at work. He was the big boss, yet he always worked so late. Sometimes, all of his employees had left by the time he got off work.
At about six o’clock, when it was dark, Nian Junting finally finished all his work.
When leaving the office, Lu Kang said to him, “Mr. Nian, today is a special day. So many people are eating outside. You told me to book a table, but it was too late. Many restaurants are full, and I only managed to book a table at an Italian restaurant.”
Nian Junting frowned and said, “Italian food is no good. Are we going to eat Italian food on our first Christmas Eve together?”
Lu Kang didn’t know what to say. Earlier, I asked you if I should book a table for you, and you said no.
“Let’s go to that Italian restaurant.” Luosang held his arm and said with a soft voice, “I’ll happily try their food. Let’s go. I’m hungry.”
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Nian Junting drove to the restaurant.
Not long after leaving the company, he realized how crowded it was out there. It was almost seven o’clock, yet the road was still jammed terribly.
“Why is the road so jammed?” After waiting eight minutes, Nian Junting began honking the horn impatiently.
“It’s normal. It’s a festival after all. Tomorrow night will be worse,” said Luosang. She was used to the traffic.
“Let’s take another road.” Nian Junting drove onto another road from the fork, but in about ten minutes, he found the road jammed again.
He began complaining endlessly. “People are really boring nowadays. It’s just Christmas Eve. Why did they all come out today? Look—there are a bunch of women in the car next to us. Why did they come out? They don’t even have boyfriends! Are they just here to worsen the traffic?”
“Don’t single people have the right to come out? Besides, haven’t you gone out during the festivals?” asked Luosang.
“I haven’t.” Nian Junting shook his head and said, “I’m a homebody.”
Homebody my ass. You wanted to come out all day, even when suffering from a spine injury. And you were hanging out in a bar last night.
“We can only wait,” Luosang sighed and continued.
After about thirty minutes, the car had only moved forward about 300 feet. Nian Junting was getting more and more impatient. “We finally get a chance to celebrate Christmas Eve, yet the traffic is so bad. Why are we so unlucky? Dinner time is almost over. The restaurant will stop accepting guests after eight.”
“We can eat somewhere else or go back. I’ll cook for you.” Luosang looked at the impatient Nian Junting and hurriedly comforted him.
“No. Tonight is special. How could we spend this special night eating at a random place? I want to give you an impressive, romantic night,” said Nian Junting restlessly.
Luosang was starving at that moment. However, hearing Nian Junting’s words, she was touched. She couldn’t help but reach out her hands to hold his fist, and say to him with a soft and gentle voice, “It is impressive. Spending time with you now, in a car, I mean. It’s just the two of us, and nothing is bad. Look up at the stars above us—how romantic.”