Of course, such a matter that could injure one’s pride, Gu Yelin would absolutely not mention to An Yiqing.
"Tutu, you’re too tired today. Rest for a while, the steak will be ready soon." Gu Yelin guided An Yiqing to the sofa, then took a look around the living room, "The dining table needs to be set up, you can help with that."
An Yiqing looked up at the bare table without any decoration and immediately nodded, agreeing right away.
Having taken care of his darling, Gu Yelin let out a huge sigh of relief in his heart. As long as Tutu didn’t enter the kitchen, even if the whole villa was dismantled, he wouldn’t mind.
Gu Yelin leisurely took off his coat, rolled up his sleeves of his white shirt, and with the top-notch ingredients bought from the supermarket, he walked into the kitchen with elegance.
Even though he was about to battle with pots and pans, this handsome man turned it into an inexplicably elegant and noble affair.
The villa was brightly lit, An Yiqing turned on the TV, put on some soothing music, and began to set the table to the sizzling sounds gradually coming from the kitchen.
The dining table wasn’t large; when Gu Yelin and An Yiqing were considering the practicality and coziness for their home, they didn’t choose a luxurious table but rather a rectangular white jade table that could accommodate eight people.
Such a table was perfect for setting up a candlelight dinner.
The two of them, one in the kitchen, one in the dining room, with clear division of labor, cooperated tacitly, warmth and joy flowing softly throughout the room.
An Yiqing hummed a tune from the TV, her footsteps light as she neatly placed the dishes and bowls on the table.
Suddenly, she paused, her eyes momentarily frozen.
Uh... if she remembered correctly, tonight seemed to be her and Ah Lin’s engagement night...
...Engagement night... wedding night...
With just a word’s difference, would something unexpected happen tonight?...
When Gu Yelin came out of the kitchen carrying two servings of steak, he saw An Yiqing’s face so red it seemed like it was about to bleed.
"Tutu, what’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Gu Yelin hastened over in a few quick strides to the dining table, put down the steak, and then worriedly stretched out his hand to touch An Yiqing’s forehead.
The faint cool, clean fragrance from the man enveloped An Yiqing, who had just stepped out of the kitchen with not a trace of greasy smell on him. This familiar scent made An Yiqing’s face turn even redder; she reached out to grab Gu Yelin’s hand on her forehead, blinked her eyes, took a deep breath, and tried hard to calm her racing heartbeat.
"I’m fine," An Yiqing shook her head vigorously, hastily changing the subject, "Are you done? That was fast?"
His dark eyes locked onto An Yiqing’s slightly rippling eyes for a while, then Gu Yelin stopped asking and nodded.
"It’s ready, let’s eat." He got An Yiqing seated at the chair, then took out a bottle of fine red wine from the wine cabinet.
An Yiqing watched unblinkingly as Gu Yelin picked up the red wine, uncorked it, poured it into the tall glasses, his handsome actions carried out fluidly, her heartbeat uncontrollably skipped a few beats.
Uh... what should she do? Would something really happen tonight...?
An Yiqing was in a total mess, her delicate face so red it looked as if it was about to drip blood. Gu Yelin across her said several words, but she didn’t catch a single one.