Chapter 45 I'm Waiting for My Sister to Come Back
He probably wouldn't have poisoned it, would he?
Yan Shuang almost laughed. Using this method, he was overestimating himself.
But if not, then what is it?
Is it a slap followed by a sweet treat? Or some peculiar way for capitalists to appease their subordinates?
Her mind was in turmoil, filled with all sorts of speculations, but she dared not show it on her face.
“This is Ms. Madeline,” Shang Qiuzhu introduced briefly. “She graduated from Le Cordon Bleu and used to be the pastry chef at the White House.”
Yan Shuang gasped.
The White House? That would mean...
"Oh dear, why bring up old news!" Aunt Madeline waved her hand with a smile, having already cut off a piece of tiramisu and handed it to Yan Shuang. "Here, try the most classic Italian recipe first."
Yan Shuang took the plate, and as her silver fork sank into the soft mascarpone cheese, a strange sense of tenderness rose from the bottom of her heart.
She carefully put it in her mouth, and instantly, the rich bitterness of coffee, the fragrance of sweet wine, and the creaminess of cheese burst forth on her tongue.
"Is it delicious?" Madeline asked expectantly.
Yan Shuang nodded.
“Try this one too,” Madeline pushed another delicate porcelain cup toward you. “I added some orange blossom water; you young people should like it.”
One cup after another, Yan Shuang tried almost every flavor on the table.
Shangqiu Zhu remained quietly seated to the side.
Yan Shuang sat on a high stool in the bakery, listening to Madeline tell interesting stories about desserts from all over the world, and tasting different flavors of tiramisu.
The suffocating darkness of the Yan family retreated to a far distance for the time being.
Shangqiu Zhu seemed to realize that she couldn't eat anymore, so she turned her gaze back to her and asked casually, "Want some more?"
Yan Shuang immediately shook her head, "No need."
He glanced at his watch. "It's time to go back."
Yan Shuang was surprised to find that it was almost midnight.
She thanked Madeline, and as they parted, Madeline handed Yan Shuang an exquisite gift box: "I've packed the rest; take them home and enjoy them slowly."
On the way back, Yan Shuang held the box of tiramisu and looked out at the flowing night.
The silence inside the car was no longer suffocating, but rather had a comfortable tranquility.
Yan Shuang finally couldn't suppress the huge question churning in her heart, "President Shang..."
Shangqiu Zhu glanced at her indifferently, waiting for her to continue.
"Why...did you take me to eat tiramisu just now?"
Shangqiu Zhu paused for two seconds, then turned his gaze back to the road stretching ahead of the car, saying casually, "Madeline has developed a new recipe and wants to find someone to try it."
He paused, his tone somewhat nonchalant, "You usually have a big appetite, so I brought you here to be a guinea pig."
“Oh,” Yan Shuang replied.
A lab rat... you really can't expect this man to say anything nice.
She turned to look out the window, the dazzling city lights rushing past.
Regardless, the tiramisu was truly amazing. Eating something so delicious warmed my stomach and heart, and even the cold neon lights outside the window seemed much more pleasant to look at.
She felt much better.
Shangqiu Zhu rolled down the car window, and the wind blew away the last trace of disappointment in the air.
The car slowly stopped in front of Yan Shuang's apartment building. Yan Shuang unbuckled her seatbelt, still holding the box of tiramisu in her arms.
The aroma of desserts filled the enclosed carriage, mingling with the faint scent of sandalwood from the bamboo of Shangqiu, creating a unique and comforting fragrance.
"Thank you, Mr. Shang, for bringing me back," she said softly.
"When did you move out?" Shangqiu Zhu's gaze fell on the apartment building.
"It's been a while," she answered vaguely.
"Go on up." He finally spoke, his voice regaining its usual calm. "Your flight is at 3 PM tomorrow, so you don't need to come to the company in the morning."
Yan Shuang nodded and reached for the car door. "Goodnight, Mr. Shang."
She had just reached the apartment door, and before she could even insert the key into the lock, she heard a gentle voice calling from behind: "Miss Yan?"
Her fingers trembled, and the key clattered to the ground.
She turned around and saw Lin Chengyu standing under the warm yellow light in the corridor.
"Mr. Lin?" Yan Shuang blinked in surprise. "How come you..."
"I was passing by and thought I'd try my luck." Lin Chengyu bent down to pick up the keys.
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