Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
The first thing that greeted her eyes as she stepped into the restaurant was a huge bouquet of roses.
Exactly 999 roses right before her eyes.
She widened her eyes with disbelief. And then she heard the sound of a violin playing.
Turning around, she saw a violinist walking towards her, playing on the instrument.
There was no one else in the restaurant, but Qiao Lian’s heart was thumping wildly.
Her eyes widened even more as she saw Shen Liangchuan appear from the side of the room and walk to her.
The normally modest man was now dressed in a black suit, and his erect and elegant posture complemented the aristocratic air he had. Although his handsomely sculpted face held no expression as always, his eyes gave away the anticipation he was feeling.
Qiao Lian couldn’t have imagined that she would be met with such a big surprise while she anxiously made her way to this place.
By now Shen Liangchuan was standing right before her. He extended his arm like a gentleman and asked, “May I have the honor of inviting you to dine with me, Miss?”
At this point, all the anger she had been holding inside melted away, just as the taut expression that she had been making an effort to keep. She broke into a smile.
She knew in her heart that it was practically a miracle to have the stuffy Shen Liangchuan do such a romantic thing. She knew it wasn’t easy for him.
Looking into his eyes, she slowly extended her hand.
The moment her pale and delicate hand held his own manly one, Shen Liangchuan heaved a big sigh of relief.
He had been afraid that Qiao Lian would still be angry and ignore him.
He led her to the upper floor of the restaurant.
Right in the centre of the gazebo was a single dining table, still in service.
After he took her to her seat, he said, “This French restaurant has recently opened, the food is quite good. You should try it.”
Qiao Lian nodded silently.
It was only 6 pm, but the winter sky was now dark.
In winter, they protected the gazebo with a glass cover to maintain the heat, but it didn’t interfere with the view.
Qiao Lian turned to look at the view beyond the glass. The huge city of Beijing stretched out before her. The heavy traffic and the glittering neon lights were part of this magnificent view. Although it was the weekend, the city was bustling and restless.
One felt very high up looking down from this height.
As Qiao Lian sat dazzled by the view, the food was served—pan-fried foie gras for two.
When Qiao Lian was about to pick up her fork and knife, Shen Liangchuan suddenly spoke, “Hang on.”
Then he held up his plate before her. The food on it had been cut up into bite-size pieces.
Qiao Lian was stunned for a moment before she accepted his plate. Then he reached out for hers and took it.
Looking down at the plate of sliced foie gras in her hands, her heart overflowed with warmth and sweetness.
The fact was that Shen Liangchuan could bring a lot of warmth when he bothered to be attentive.
She lowered her gaze and as she ate, a thousand thoughts flashed through her mind. Every now and then, she would look up and steal a glance at him.
That matter between them should have been water under the bridge by now.
But why was it that she still had a nagging feeling?
Qiao Lian shook her head, tossing all unhappy thoughts aside. After all, she shouldn’t be too unreasonable.
The food was good indeed. After the last course, Shen Liangchuan made no indication of leaving.
Qiao Lian looked up at him.
Shen Liangchuan then turned to look through the glass covering of the gazebo.
She followed the direction of his gaze. The only thing she saw was the dark skies—the smog was bad today and not a single star was visible.
What was this guy looking at?
In the midst of this short pause, something swung before her eyes and then...