Jiang Jianian didn't expose Ye Zhiwei. He was pushed out by Ye Zhiwei, and his luggage was casually thrown aside. The two left the villa.

In addition to the charming wooden villas scattered throughout the area, Tang Xin has also prepared a restaurant with the same European country style.

Once outdoors, the winter mountain wind is freezing and biting. Although Yunchuan Mountain is still lush and green, some trees are just bare branches, and there is no longer the vibrant colors of summer flowers.

The villa was some distance from the restaurant, and under the streetlights, the distance seemed rather long. It was already very dark, and such a narrow path in the mountains could be quite frightening.

At first, Ye Zhiwei pushed Jiang Jianian along, but later she grabbed onto him, from his clothes to his hands. The winter wind was biting, especially since it was outdoors and on a mountain. Although she was wearing a large scarf that covered half of her face, the wind still got through. Ye Zhiwei's first reaction wasn't that she was cold, but that she felt a chill. The terrifying scene from earlier was still haunting her, so Ye Zhiwei immediately hid in Jiang Jianian's arms, using the cold weather as an excuse.

The whistling wind made Jiang Jianian laugh as he hugged the big cat that snuggled into his arms.

Only when they arrived at the restaurant and the street was brightened again by various lights did Ye Zhiwei loosen her grip on Jiang Jianian slightly.

The restaurant was decorated with a great atmosphere. In addition to the staff who came to guide them, waiters started bustling around as soon as they arrived. At this moment, Tang Xin and her husband were the only customers.

It was only upon entering the restaurant that Ye Zhiwei discovered that it was filled with roses everywhere—tables decorated with roses, an atmosphere decorated with roses, and even exquisite vases filled with roses. Ye Zhiwei was stunned for a moment and whispered to Jiang Jianian, "Are these roses real or fake?"

Jiang Jianian took a flower from the vase and handed it to Ye Zhiwei.

They were actually real roses.

These must have been delivered from a rose garden where roses are grown in greenhouses.

It's incredible to see so many roses in this weather. Each rose is so delicate, and they look especially vibrant in the serene winter season. I was wondering if today's event was related to roses. It turns out Tang Xin is so rich that she has prepared fresh roses. How many roses must there be to make the restaurant look like a rose exhibition hall?

In the instant Ye Zhiwei was shocked by Tang Xin's generosity, she seemed to realize something and immediately looked at Jiang Jianian. Jiang Jianian was not surprised by anything in the restaurant; in fact, he was very calm, flipping through the menu with a nonchalant expression. Ye Zhiwei suddenly realized, "Could it be that you prepared the roses?"

Jiang Jianian knew Ye Zhiwei's preferences, so he made the decision without asking her much. After selecting the food, he pushed it in front of Ye Zhiwei and instead of answering her question, he asked, "Do you want to eat any of these, or is there anything you'd like to eat right now?"

Ye Zhiwei knew perfectly well that this was actually prepared by Jiang Jianian.

To find so many roses prepared in the dead of winter, she had no time to look at the menu and was already happily snapping photos of the roses.

Jiang Jianian handed the meal book to the staff.

Tang Xin has always attached great importance to the tourism and catering project of Yunchuan Mountain. The chefs who come here are basically very famous, and the dishes are more Chinese-style: nourishing sturgeon tendon soup, plump glutinous rice eight-treasure duck, sweet and sour and exquisitely carved squirrel mandarin fish, and crab stuffed orange that takes three large mixed crabs to cook into a small bowl, etc., which are basically national banquet level famous dishes.

The flavor is incredibly delicious, each dish is meticulously prepared, and even the soup is exceptionally rich and sweet.

Ye Zhiwei was exhausted from a long day of car rides, mountain climbing, and watching a horror movie, but the famous dishes served at the state banquet cured her completely.

Especially the glutinous rice eight-treasure duck, when you cut into it, you find that the inside is eight-treasure glutinous rice that has been steamed in lotus leaves with winter bamboo shoots, ham, shrimp, corn, dried scallops, shiitake mushrooms, lotus seeds and other ingredients. The glutinous rice itself is fragrant and delicious, and it is very flavorful when wrapped in charcoal-grilled and succulent duck meat.

After finishing her meal, Ye Zhiwei washed her hands and then took away a large bouquet of roses.

Just when Ms. Ye felt healed after the dinner, her mood suddenly plummeted again as she had to return to the villa. After confirming repeatedly that she and Jiang Jianian were the only tourists left on the mountaintop and that no one else would be staying in the other villas, she became apprehensive as she took her first step out of the restaurant.

Even the roses in my hand didn't seem to smell so good anymore.

Seeing that Ye Zhiwei was having some difficulty walking while carrying the roses, Jiang Jianian had no choice but to help her carry the roses and lead her back by holding her other hand.

After reopening the door and entering the house, the temperature warmed up again, especially after the heating was turned on. Ye Zhiwei then accepted the roses again, but Jiang Jianian did not intend to sit down after giving the roses to Ye Zhiwei. He had already gotten up and was preparing to leave.

Ye Zhiwei immediately stood up, warily asking, "Where are you going?"

“Let’s go to the villa next door.” Jiang Jianian gave Ye Zhiwei a deep look and asked slowly, “Didn’t you say that if I stayed here, you would complain to Uncle Ye?”

"I meant I'd only do it if you stayed out late at night—"

“It’s getting late.” Jiang Jianian glanced at the time on his phone. “It’s very late today. You should get some rest so you don’t miss the sunrise tomorrow.”

"No, are you sure you don't want me to be here alone?"

Jiang Jianian laughed and said, "The security measures here are very good. The guards will be on high alert at all times. The villa's anti-theft measures are also very good. Besides, I'm just standing next to it."

This person just went to great lengths to send her a room full of roses, and now he's not even thinking about how to stay.

Seeing Jiang Jianian already pushing his luggage towards the door, Ye Zhiwei, ignoring the roses in her hand, placed them on the sofa and ran over, finally breaking down in tears, saying, "Jiang Jianian, don't go..."

Jiang Jianian looked at Ye Zhiwei, and under his gaze, Ye Zhiwei finally mustered up the courage to say, "I'm a little scared. It's late at night, there's no one else around, and I just watched a horror movie."

As she spoke, she carefully observed Jiang Jianian, but Jiang Jianian did not move at all.

"Jiang Jianian? Jiang, classmate? Little Jiang?" Ye Zhiwei asked tentatively.

Jiang Jianian finally let go of the suitcase. He walked up to Ye Zhiwei. Ye Zhiwei was a little embarrassed and looked away guiltily, trying her best to cover up her little actions. But in the end, Jiang Jianian straightened her face. Jiang Jianian slowly untied the big scarf that Ye Zhiwei had forgotten to take off, and tidied Ye Zhiwei's hair that was messed up by the cold wind outside and the scarf before slowly asking, "Is this it?"

"Wh-what?"

After Jiang Jianian released Ye Zhiwei and maintained their distance again, he suppressed his inner thoughts and said calmly as if he was not attracted, "If you want to keep your boyfriend, this won't work, my little girlfriend."

Ye Zhiwei was stunned. The young lady, who felt that her boyfriend would be happy to stay if she gave him a slight hint, said incredulously, "I... want you to stay?"

"Isn't that right?" Jiang Jianian stared intently at Ye Zhiwei for a long while before saying, "Do you know how to win back your boyfriend?"