Chapter 110 They will never lose to the long years.
Jiang Qingying took Nan Chun's suggestion and arranged dinner at the Biluogang Hotel, which is under the Jiang Group.
The rooftop open-air balcony had been decorated in advance, with black, gray, and gold balloons tied to the glass railings, along with slightly curled ribbons and the words "LJY Happy Birthday" spelled out in gold letters.
Jiang Qingying stood frozen in place for a full five seconds. She didn't have time to come here to make arrangements, so her subordinates did it. Why did it look like a child's birthday party?
The only saving grace was that the colors of the balloons were chosen to fit Lu Jinyuan's character.
“It’s fine,” Lu Jinyuan said.
Jiang Qingying looked at him and was relieved when she saw no unusual expression in his eyes.
Lu Jinyuan wasn't entirely lying. A gentle evening breeze blew, and looking out, there was a vast harbor view, with towering skyscrapers glittering in the night sky not far away. The scenery was breathtaking.
The two sat down, and the waiter served the food. They ate Western-style steak. Jiang Qingying ordered a bottle of red wine to be opened for Lu Jinyuan, while she drank cola. She picked up her wine glass and held it up in the air.
"cheers."
Seeing this, Lu Jinyuan put down his knife and fork, picked up his red wine and clinked glasses with her from a distance, saying, "Cheers."
Jiang Qingying: "Happy birthday."
Lu Jinyuan: "Thank you for everything you prepared today. I'm very happy."
Jiang Qingying smiled at him, tilted her head back and took a sip of cola, then continued eating, chatting with him casually.
"Mr. Lu, you'll be thirty-one after tonight."
"..." Lu Jinyuan lifted his eyelids, his eyes saying, "Why are you making these age attacks out of the blue?" He slowly chewed the food in his mouth.
"It's okay, no one can tell," Jiang Qingying said, feigning concern.
Do you need me to remind you of your age?
No, Jiang Qingying knew very well that she was only three years younger than Lu Jinyuan and would soon reach his age as well.
"I'll always be eighteen," she said shamelessly.
Lu Jinyuan chuckled coldly, but still echoed, "Yes, eighteen every year."
After dinner, Jiang Qingying wanted to digest her food, so she suggested dancing a waltz.
The waltz is a slow dance with simple steps, so she shouldn't have any problems dancing it.
After considering it, Lu Jinyuan nodded in agreement, took out his phone, and played waltz music. He then gracefully walked up to Jiang Qingying and extended his hand in a gentlemanly gesture of invitation.
Jiang Qingying bent slightly and placed her hand on his.
The two walked to the center of the field. Lu Jinyuan held her hand with one hand and put his arm around her waist with the other, his gentle gaze always fixed on her.
Jiang Qingying wore a long red dress today, which was perfect for dancing. As she danced, the hem of her dress fluttered in the evening breeze, occasionally brushing against Lu Jinyuan's trouser leg.
On this beautiful and peaceful harbor, as dusk settles and the night deepens, a romantic evening unfolds. A couple, hand in hand, tiptoe, twirl, and then embrace and kiss to the accompaniment of melodious music.
Jiang Qingying tiptoed slightly, tilted her head back, and kissed him, her murmurs carried to his ears by the evening breeze.
"You're so tall!"
She wasn't wearing high heels. If she remembered correctly, the man in front of her was about 1.85 meters tall, a full ten centimeters taller than her. Even on tiptoe and with her head tilted back, she still had to reach out as if she were desperately trying to reach him.
Lu Jinyuan released his grip on her waist, letting her return to her original height, then bent down and kissed her again. Her kiss was sweet, blending with the aroma of wine in his mouth. Their tongues intertwined, feeling each other's body temperature, their taste buds savoring the lingering sweetness of their emotions.
The music stopped, and so did the kiss.
But it was only temporary. They walked to the fence and stood there, admiring the night view in front of them. They chatted occasionally, and when their eyes met, they started kissing in tacit understanding.
After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Qingying finally broke free from Lu Jinyuan's embrace, walked to her seat, picked up her bag from the chair, and took out a thin, rectangular gift box.
Jiang Qingying walked back to the fence and handed him the things in her hands, "Here you go, a birthday present."
Lu Jinyuan raised an eyebrow, took the gift box, glanced at it down, then looked up at her again: "Thank you, wife."
Jiang Qingying raised her chin. "Take a look inside."
Lu Jinyuan carefully opened the gift box, inside which was a bank card. He looked at Jiang Qingying with some surprise.
"I've been thinking for a long time about what to give you." Jiang Qingying laughed self-deprecatingly, making no attempt to hide her self-criticism. "You have everything you need, and I wanted to give you something meaningful. I don't have the patience to make handmade things, and I'm not very good with my hands either. After thinking it over, I decided to give you this."
"Bank card?" Lu Jinyuan picked up the contents of the gift box with his long fingers and smiled. "I don't think I'm short of money."
“This is not an ordinary bank card,” Jiang Qingying said. “This is my salary card. I started interning at the group when I was a sophomore in college. Every month, my salary was deposited into this card, along with some project bonuses. After I took over the group at the age of 25, I stopped receiving a salary, and I haven’t touched a single penny in it.”
She tugged at the card in his hand with her fingernail and continued, "There's not much money in it, but it's my first pot of gold. I've earned many times, even dozens of times, more money than this card later, but it's still not as important as this. I want to give you my most important and meaningful thing, and I hope you like it."
"I really like it." Lu Jinyuan's eyes were gentle and bright, and his joy was obvious.
Jiang Qingying smiled and leaned against him.
The two chatted for a while longer when the waiter boldly approached to ask when they would like the cake. Jiang Qingying then remembered that there was a cake, and immediately ordered them to bring it over.
Lu Jinyuan doesn't like sweets, and Jiang Qingying can't eat too much, so they only ordered a five-inch chestnut cream cake.
Jiang Qingying lit a heart-shaped candle for him and said, "Make a wish."
Lu Jinyuan clasped his hands together, closed his eyes, and said, "I hope..."
Jiang Qingying interrupted him: "Don't say it out loud, or it won't work."
Lu Jinyuan was about to say it was alright, but considering the content of his wish, he obediently kept quiet. In his heart, each word was precious, sincere, and deeply meaningful:
My life's wishes are many. First, I wish my wife peace and health, and a smooth delivery soon, with minimal suffering during childbirth. Second, I wish my wife constant joy and a happy life, where she can give and receive love to the fullest. Third, I wish that my beloved wife and I can stay together for life, until our twilight years, hand in hand, as we journey to the afterlife. My final wish, which is my insatiable desire, is to know, love, and accompany my wife for a thousand lifetimes.
After making his wish, Lu Jinyuan opened his eyes, blew out the candles, and cut the cake.
Jiang Qingying ate a small piece of food, still unable to resist wondering what wish he had made.
Lu Jinyuan smiled, knowing this would happen, but he didn't tell her everything. He only told her his last wish, which seemed the most naive but was filled with the most intense love.
Jiang Qingying was shocked for a moment, then her ears turned red, and she avoided his burning, ambiguous gaze.
"Through countless lifetimes, you dare to dream? Will you even recognize me in your next life?"
“Okay.” Lu Jinyuan gazed at her, and spoke softly and tenderly, “No matter where in the world you run off to, I will bring you back.”
He paused for a moment, then felt he should correct himself.
"That's not precise enough. It should be that no matter where you are, when you are, even if you are outside the Three Realms, or if you are reborn, I will find you again and fall in love with you."
Jiang Qingying took every word to heart, her eyes glistening with tears as she nodded at him, "Mm."
Would you make an absurd wish? Or make some fantastical promise?
Yes, at certain specific moments, it is actually a hope imbued with love. Because this isn't a butterfly in a dream, but rather the fleeting moment when it utters "forever," representing eternal love, holding onto this moment in one's heart and hoping and anticipating the future days together.
With passionate love, sincere hearts, and hopes for each other's future, they will never be defeated by the long years.
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