After finishing their talks with the foreign businessmen, Yan Bo and Di Xu had some time to spare, so they returned to Yanhuang.
Yan Bo's expression was no different from usual. He nodded to his employees with a gentle smile before returning to his office.
"Adi, did the deal go through?"
Everyone gathered around excitedly; the boss didn't seem like the deal hadn't gone through.
Di Xu helplessly spread his hands and shook his head, "No..."
Everyone was puzzled, "Why does the Third Young Master seem to be on drugs?"
Di Xu found it strange. Although Yan Bo usually had a gentle demeanor, the joy that seemed to emanate from his heart today was subtly different from his usual self.
"Perhaps it's because they're in the honeymoon phase, that's why they seem especially excited."
Di Xu wasn't in a relationship, so the business deal fell through, and he was quite frustrated.
Therefore, without waiting for anyone to say anything more, he broke away from the group of colleagues surrounding him, picked up his bag, and went back to his office.
Working with Yanbo for the past few months has been tough, but each hardship has been rewarded with success. But this time is different.
Perhaps sensing his frustration, Yanbo comforted him on the way back, saying, "It's not our problem that the deal fell through; it's his loss if he doesn't sign."
Yanbo has always been like this; he has enough confidence in everything he does.
He returned to his office and, as if nothing had happened, opened the files on his desk and began to deal with the documents that had piled up for two days.
Tong Xiaohuai didn't tell Yan Bo where they would have dinner, only that he should leave work on time and that she would wait for him in the parking lot downstairs at Yanhuang Company.
As Yan Bo walked into the parking lot, he saw Tong Xiaohuai standing next to his car in the distance.
Yan Bo jogged over quickly. "Have you been waiting long? Why didn't you call me?"
Tong Xiaohuai smiled and took his bag. "I just arrived. I told Brother Yang to go back first. After we finish eating, you can take me home."
Yan Bo was more than happy with the arrangement made for Tong Xiaohuai.
However, he understood that Tong Xiaohuai had a special status, so he did not object to the car carrying bodyguards that followed closely behind him.
Furthermore, he himself comes from a special family, so he is not surprised by the phenomenon of having bodyguards with him whenever he goes out.
The Western restaurant that Tong Xiaohuai had booked was not far from Yanhuang. The roads were very clear that day, and ten minutes later, the two had parked their car and walked into the restaurant hand in hand.
The customer service representative came forward, and after learning their table number, led them through a long corridor. The corridor was lined with vibrant flowers, and soft violin music filled the air, creating a pleasant atmosphere, somewhat resembling a wedding venue.
Yan Bo tugged at Tong Xiaohuai's hand, and Tong Xiaohuai looked up, her eyes full of questions.
Yan Bo leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Why do I feel like we're walking a red carpet?"
Tong Xiaohuai frowned slightly and asked, puzzled, "Red carpet?"
Yan Bo looked up, glanced ahead, and smiled, "Yes, a red carpet! A wedding red carpet!"
Tong Xiaohuai then realized that this man was taking advantage of her again. She glared at him fiercely, looked away, and stared straight ahead. She didn't look at him again until she sat down in the booth.
Yanbo had verbally gotten the better of her, but he was secretly pleased. He knew she wasn't really angry, but he took the initiative to take the hot tea from the waiter's tray and put it in her hand.
"Warm them up, they're all cold."
Tong Xiaohuai rolled her eyes at him, holding the cup. The heat from the cup spread to her cool palm, and she squinted her eyes slightly in comfort.
Yan Bo picked up his teacup, took a sip, and asked very seriously, "Xiao Huai, have you ever thought about how old you want to get married?"
Tong Xiaohuai was taken aback. If this were six months ago, she would have answered this question without even thinking about it, because she had thought about it many times before.
Of course, that was her thought before she met Yan Bo. Now, it seems that everything is different.
"Actually, I used to think that I might never get married in my life."
Tong Xiaohuai picked up the cup with both hands, drank the hot tea into her mouth, then leaned back against the sofa and let out a satisfied sigh.
Yan Bo raised an eyebrow. "And now?"
His comprehension isn't that bad; he should be able to understand that when she said "before," she meant before she met him.
Therefore, he didn't think that answer had any practical significance.
Tong Xiaohuai frowned slightly, "Now..."
She thought about it for a moment, then shook her head. "I don't know. I haven't thought about it lately. Anyway, we're still young, no rush!"
Her answer was essentially no answer at all. But when Yanbo heard her say "we're still young," it meant that she had subconsciously decided that even if they were to consider marriage in the future, it would be with him and her, not with anyone else.
Therefore, even without a fixed deadline, Yanbo felt that this was actually a disguised promise.
So he smiled, reached out and took her hand in his, which was much warmer than hers, and said gently, "That's right, we're still young, no rush."
As long as it's her, and as long as she's willing to stay with him forever, how long it takes becomes unimportant.
From the perspective of someone who has studied abroad for several years, the food at this Western restaurant is incredibly authentic, almost to the point of being impeccable. Moreover, the ambiance is exceptionally elegant. It was only after sitting down that Yanbo realized the violin music wasn't being played on the radio, but rather being performed by a young woman in white on a small stage around the corner.
Because of Yanbo's family background, he had often attended live performances such as concerts and operas at the National Theatre since he was a child. In comparison, the girl's playing was certainly not the best, but Yanbo had to admit that the girl played quite well.
He took a small sip of red wine, his ears perked up, listening intently to the flowing music, his gaze involuntarily drifting towards the stage.
Tong Xiaohuai was enjoying her food very attentively. This was her first time at this restaurant, and she had asked around and heard that the food here was authentic and delicious, which was why she brought Yanbo along.
As she put the cut steak into her mouth, she unconsciously looked up and saw Yan Bo staring intently at her from behind.
Tong Xiaohuai subconsciously turned her head to look and saw a girl in a white dress standing in the center of the small stage not far away, like a fairy, with melodious music flowing out in her elegant movements.
She turned her head back to look at Yan Bo, and there was no doubt that his focused and fascinated gaze was fixed on the girl in the center of the stage.
Tong Xiaohuai frowned slightly. The steak, which she had just thought tasted and had an excellent texture, now felt like chewing on cowhide, so hard that it was difficult to swallow.
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