At this moment, Zhou Chunhua's furrowed brows twisted into a pretzel shape.

She stared blankly as Lu Ming walked towards her step by step.

When Lu Ming walked up to her, he suddenly knelt down on one knee and held up the roses in his hand in front of her.

"Are you... sick in the head?" Zhou Chunhua finally couldn't hold back and yelled.

Honestly, when Lu Ming appeared under the rose arch in that suit that clearly outlined his muscles, she already felt it was surreal.

To put it simply, although she didn't particularly like Lu Ming, and even somewhat disliked him, she could clearly sense that the suit he wore really didn't suit him.

"You? Don't like it?" Lu Ming asked.

"Ha!" Zhou Chunhua sneered.

Lu Ming suddenly stood up.

He tugged at the bow tie around his neck in frustration, and then... with a snap, the bow tie broke off.

Frustrated, Lu Ming threw his bow tie on the ground, raised his hand to unbutton his collar, and said, "None of them are reliable..." Before he could finish the sentence, the collar button popped off with a whoosh.

He simply grabbed the collar and ripped it open, the four buttons falling apart in a snap.

Thus, the tattoo that extended from the collarbone to the chest was seen again.

Zhou Chunhua snorted and shook her head, walked past Lu Ming, and went straight to the rose archway.

Judging by appearances... the roses alone are worth a lot of money.

She couldn't help but turn around and look at Lu Ming.

"I'm here to talk to you about Nini, what are you doing with all this stuff?"

Lu Ming raised an eyebrow: "You... can't you tell that I deliberately arranged all this to confess my feelings to you?"

"Naive!" Zhou Chunhua walked through the archway and into the hall.

The place, which used to be bustling with activity, now only has one table set up, and it's a long table at that.

Several artistic candles were still burning on the table.

She remembered seeing this online while scrolling through her phone; these candles were quite expensive and costly.

Two waiters were standing next to the chairs, holding trays.

She had seen this standard configuration online before...

A candlelight dinner?

But it's clearly noon now!

Zhou Chunhua shook her head, stepped forward, and plopped down on the floor.

The waiter next to me immediately handed me a hand towel.

It was still steaming.

She didn't push him away; instead, she pushed the waiter's hand away directly.

Looking at Lu Ming: "Alright, let's sit down and have a proper talk!"

Lu Ming sat down opposite him with a furrowed brow.

The waiter did the same thing, handing Lu Ming a towel.

Lu Ming didn't answer, and angrily chased the person away.

So in the huge banquet hall, besides her and Lu Ming, there was only the person playing the piano not far away.

“Even though my confession didn’t work out, we’re already here, so let’s have a meal together,” Lu Ming said.

"No need," Zhou Chunhua declined. "I ate at home before coming out. If you're hungry, you can eat by yourself; I'll wait for you. If you're not hungry, just tell me where Nini is."

"You...do you mean you can't eat because you're looking at me?" Lu Ming's brows furrowed even more.

The hand that was unbuttoning its sleeve had veins bulging at the knuckles.

He was clearly restraining his emotions.

Sure enough, after trying to untangle it several times without success, he simply yanked the cuff off with a loud thud.

As usual, she skillfully rolled up her sleeves to her elbows and said with a cold face, "Tell me, how am I different from Gu Yao?"

“You two have different names,” Zhou Chunhua blurted out without thinking.

"You... Hua Hua..."

"Don't call me that! We're not familiar with each other!" Zhou Chunhua interrupted directly.

Lu Ming's bulging pectoral muscles stood out high, and then he exhaled deeply.

"Fine, I won't argue with him. Since you're in such a hurry, I'll tell you, your daughter is indeed in Sha Tin Tsui."

"Where exactly is Shatin Tsui?" Zhou Chunhua asked anxiously.

Lu Ming smirked and said, "That's the next question."

Zhou Chunhua: ...

"If you eat with me properly, I'll tell you where Sha Tin Tsui is."

Hearing this, Zhou Chunhua gritted her teeth in anger.

Just as she was considering how to get the answer she wanted, Lu Ming snapped his fingers, and a waiter came over with a tray.

The waiter stopped beside her, took a plate from the tray, and placed it in front of her.

Zhou Chunhua looked down and felt an urge to laugh.

Because what was on the plate was... strange rice!

Most importantly, it's a very elaborately decorated dish.

Although it looks different from the roadside stalls at home, the pickled cabbage, beans, houttuynia cordata, and sweet sausage inside are all clearly visible.

To put it simply, this fried rice felt to her like serving beer in a wine glass, or Lu Ming wearing that suit—it just felt out of place.

"This is a chef I had someone find from my hometown. I've tasted it, and it's absolutely authentic."

“So, once I eat it, you can tell me where Sha Tin Tsui is?” Zhou Chunhua asked.

Lu Ming, who had picked up the spoon, nodded.

Zhou Chunhua picked up the spoon next to her and started eating in big mouthfuls.

Although she wasn't hungry at all.

When Lu Ming saw Zhou Chunhua start cooking, his smile deepened.

They happily started eating.

Occasionally, he would mention the small restaurant across from the school gate when he was in school.

Most of the students at the school liked to eat fried rice at that restaurant.

Zhou Chunhua remained silent, focusing solely on her meal.

At that moment, all she could think about was finishing her meal as soon as possible and getting an answer quickly.

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