Chapter 442: Chapter 442: Sweet Pea Flower
Su Zixi was awakened by this voice, staring at him blankly before she realized that Ning Yichen’s complexion was abnormally ghastly.
“What’s wrong with you? Do you feel unwell?” Su Zixi couldn’t help but ask.
Ning Yichen managed a weak shake of his head: “I’m fine…”
His body was extremely cold, yet there seemed to be a ball of fire searing in his chest, like he was sick, but also not quite…
An unusual heat suddenly rose from his lower abdomen…
In an instant, Ning Yichen recalled the scent of the aromatherapy in Su Lianxi’s room—she must have tampered with something!
With this thought, he felt both shame and anger, and an unusual flush crept over his face.
Su Zixi, not knowing the reason, thought he felt unwell because he had been in the rain. After glancing around the table and seeing nothing suitable for a sick person to eat, she expressed her dilemma: “Shall I ask Li Bo to have someone take you to the hospital?”
“There’s no need…” Ning Yichen gave a hoarse laugh.
Perhaps this was his only opportunity to have dinner with her, so how could he bear to leave so soon? Even though he was already despairing, he wanted to leave himself something to remember…
Su Zixi frowned: “There’s no hot water…”
Ning Yichen greedily watched her still somewhat pale cheeks. He liked seeing the look of worry on her face for him, even if it might just be out of politeness.
“This is fine for me…” Ning Yichen saw the bowl of tender tofu pudding and suddenly felt an appetite. He reached for it and brought it to himself, “This is warm.”
Su Zixi’s lips moved, as if she wanted to stop him, but in the end, she didn’t say anything, only softly “hmm”ing in response.
Since He Jingyao wasn’t coming, leaving the tofu pudding would just be a waste…
That’s what she thought, yet why did it still feel so painful in her heart, to the point where she felt breathless?
It turned out she wasn’t as magnanimous as she thought. She cared, cared so much it hurt! She cared about his broken promise, cared about him sitting with Ye Shutong at this very moment!
At the same time, she couldn’t help but feel fear uncontrollably.
Perhaps now it was just about work, but what about the future? Ye Shutong had the opportunity to introduce him to the President, giving her plenty of chances to meet He Jingyao and amass enough bargaining chips to be valued by him.
And all she could do was make a bowl of tofu pudding.
She told herself, Jingyao wasn’t that kind of person. How could someone as proud at heart as he trade his affections for Ye Shutong over such reasons?
But the cruel reality stood before her, leaving Su Zixi no chance to delude herself.
With that thought, Su Zixi suddenly felt like she could hardly hold the fork and knife anymore.
Ning Yichen picked up a spoon and scooped up a spoonful of tofu pudding to taste. The sweet flavor brightened up his eyes.
Then he suddenly realized he was in a Western restaurant—why would there be tofu pudding? Unless…
He glanced at Su Zixi’s distracted face, and blurted out involuntarily: “Zhixi, did you make this tofu pudding?”
Su Zixi looked up, her eyes seemingly flickering with pain.
“It’s not very tasty, don’t be disgusted by it.” She forced a smile, suddenly thinking that it was better He Jingyao hadn’t tasted it—after all, such a humble dish surely wasn’t to his liking.
Ning Yichen laughed at himself: “Did you make it for He Jingyao?”
Su Zixi looked down and remained silent.
“But it doesn’t matter,” he scooped another spoonful, smiling faintly, “It’s delicious, I quite like it.”
No matter who she originally planned to make it for, in the end, he was the one who got to eat it, wasn’t he?
Su Zixi still said nothing but looked out the window in a daze.
Perhaps because of the rain, the usually bustling Yangdong City now seemed somewhat blurred, everything concealed behind the veil of rain.
The sound of engines faintly reached her ears as if several cars had driven up at once…
Su Zixi was momentarily dazed, thinking she was hallucinating.
Otherwise, why would she see a black Lincoln parked not far away, with its door opening and a tall figure stepping out, opening a black umbrella?
His brows and eyes were dark and profound, his deep gaze as if traversing the vastness of the universe and the flow of time, landing precisely on her.