In the evening, Accord.
Su Zixi wore a camel coat and wrapped herself in a scarf of the same color scheme, appearing at the entrance of Accord on time.
Her attire was subtly elegant, with a hint of feminine charm that belongs to younger women. As she entered Accord, she immediately attracted the attention of many people.
However, Zixi glanced at her assistant beside her and knew very well that those gazes were not meant for her, but for the identity of "Duke Leslie’s daughter."
After all, the patrons dining at Accord were all of no ordinary status, and Gu Bingjun had been attending various events frequently lately; these people must have remembered his assistant by now.
Therefore, upon seeing Zixi’s arrival, they immediately guessed her identity.
Zixi ignored those inquisitive and curious looks, following the waiter to walk all the way into a private room.
She pushed the door open, expecting to see her father and other high-ranking officials, perhaps even Mr. President, but to her surprise, there was only one figure inside.
Hearing the sound, the person raised his head and smiled, "You’re here?"
Zixi’s eyes widened in surprise, "... Ning Yichen?"
"It’s me," Ning Yichen responded with ease, "So what should I call you? Su Zixi, or Miss Gu?"
Zixi pursed her lips, slightly disheartened, "... Just call me Miss Gu."
Ning Yichen smiled, "Well then... Miss Gu, please come in."
Zixi walked in, and the waiter immediately closed the door behind her, leaving even the assistant outside.
"What on earth is going on?" she asked impatiently.
"What would you like to drink? Dahongpao? Longjing? Or coffee?" Ning Yichen asked with a smile, looking at her.
"You..." Zixi, facing his calm visage, could only say resignedly, "Longjing, then."
"Alright." The man smiled and soon brewed her a cup of Longjing tea, clear and bright in a small cup, "Try it."
Zixi looked at him, four years had passed, and even this man had become unrecognizable to her. The Ning Yichen of the past seemed to always have a trace of worry between his brows, but now, this man had become confident and composed. Despite always smiling, his presence was formidable, compelling one not to take him lightly.
Zixi drained her teacup in one gulp, "Why are you here? And why are you alone?"
"Won’t you comment?" he asked with slight disappointment.
"Alright," he chuckled, "It’s simple, tonight it’s just the two of us."
"Because this is a blind date," Ning Yichen answered calmly, "Perhaps your father has mentioned it? The President is inclined to match you with me."
"... So, you’re the person the President intended to introduce to me?" Zixi suddenly felt a sense of absurdity.
"I’d be happier if your tone wasn’t so disdainful," Ning Yichen smiled, "Come on, have a seat. I’ve ordered a few dishes. See if there’s anything else you’d like."
Zixi couldn’t understand how he could remain so composed!
She tossed the menu aside, took a deep breath and looked at him, "Ning Yichen, you know very well..."
"That you are in love with He Jingyao?" he interjected calmly, "Rest assured, I didn’t come here intending to rekindle our past relationship, but rather..."
He hesitated, pondering whether to speak.
"What is it?" Zixi asked anxiously.
"I can’t reach He Jingyao," he sighed, "You may not know, but I’ve had a decent relationship with him over these past years; there’s no reason for him not to reply to my messages."