Lin Xinlan and he locked eyes, she knew, she had angered this man.
Slightly pursing her lips, she didn’t speak, but her entire body involuntarily emitted a defensive aura, like an animal sensing danger, automatically entering a state of alert.
Just waiting for the danger to come, and she’d immediately run away!
Qiao Yiyang saw her guard and his eyes darkened, knowing he had frightened her.
He couldn’t blame himself for getting angry.
He had lowered himself to please her, enduring her rejections time and time again.
If she had been willing to have a meal with him, he wouldn’t have been angry. In fact, all she needed to do was to give him a bit of a chance, that would have been enough.
Why was she always so indifferent and heartless, giving him no hope at all?
"Xinlan, I just simply want to have a meal with you, I hope you can agree," he said in a softened tone, gently.
Once again, he humbled himself in front of this woman.
In the past, it might have been an act, but now, it was genuine.
Qiao Yiyang realized that he had begun to care about her every word and action, about any opinion she held of him.
What kind of magic did this woman possess, to influence him to such an extent?
Just when Qiao Yiyang thought she would refuse, Lin Xinlan compromised and nodded, "Alright, I hope it’s just a simple meal."
He was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed.
Lin Xinlan agreed to dine with him, and Qiao Yiyang took her straight to an upscale French restaurant.
This restaurant, Rong Shaoze had brought her here before...
Lin Xinlan hesitated at the door, her face betraying no emotion, and accompanied him inside.
Qiao Yiyang asked her to choose something to eat; she said anything would do, so he ordered steak for her, as well as foie gras, some other dishes, and two glasses of red wine.
The restaurant was very atmospheric, whether it was the decor style, music, or ambiance, one could feel the romantic essence.
No wonder they say the French are the most romantic.
Even from just a restaurant, this could be seen.
Qiao Yiyang’s intent in bringing her here to eat was clear as day—he probably considered this meal a date.
However, she didn’t see this as a date; she was just here to eat, nothing more.
"Have you been to this restaurant before?" he asked while eating, trying to make conversation.
After he asked, he fell silent, somewhat annoyed with himself.
If she had been here before, it must have been with Rong Shaoze.
He was foolish to ask such a question.
Qiao Yiyang felt a tinge of regret, if she had come here with Rong Shaoze, he shouldn’t have taken her here to dine.
Lin Xinlan wiped the corner of her mouth, speaking indifferently, "The steak here is quite good, delicious."
Qiao Yiyang thought she hadn’t been here before, this was her first time, and he smiled subtly, "If you like it, I’ll bring you here often in the future."
"But I still prefer Chinese food," she indirectly rejected his offer.
Qiao Yiyang couldn’t help but smile, setting down his knife and fork, and wiped his mouth with a napkin, "Xinlan, I’ve realized you’re quite unique."
Lin Xinlan raised an eyebrow, looking at him indifferently.
He began to speak, then was interrupted by a fit of coughing, "Cough cough... cough cough..."
He covered his mouth with his fist, trying to suppress the cough, his face turning red; his cold seemed quite severe.
"I’m sorry, I should have gotten over this cold before asking you out," he apologized, after finally catching his breath.
Lately, he had been busy dealing with affairs within the Mafia.