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However, people would pass by them from time to time. When Ye Wenyu mustered up the courage to ask a passerby to take a photo of them together, she always felt that he would be unhappy, so she wisely remained silent.
In the end, we didn't take a single group photo.
The two strolled around for almost the entire morning. Ye Wenyu grew tired, and Lin Tingfeng noticed. He led her towards his own garden, stopping deliberately in front of the house number. The girl's eyes still didn't register the number, so he composed himself, coughed, and nervously asked her, "Do you like it here?"
His heart, which had been beating steadily, began to race at this moment. Lin Tingfeng found it both surprising and amusing; it had been so many years since his heart had raced like this.
Ye Wenyu smiled and said, "Of course I like it! This is my favorite garden and my favorite house!" As she finished speaking, she even skipped a step like a little girl.
Her face flushed slightly, and her heart pounded with excitement. She was too embarrassed to tell him that her ideal house was a Chinese-style villa, but thinking about how she was just a poor girl with no roof over her head in real life, she wisely remained silent.
So-called ideals are best kept in one's own heart. If you say them out loud, people will only laugh at you. She didn't want Lin Tingfeng to laugh at her, so she kept them to herself.
If a person is poor and wants to avoid being laughed at, then they must be extremely cautious.
Lin Tingfeng gazed at her and smiled, "I'm so happy to hear you like it. It means all my hard work over the past six months hasn't been in vain." He deliberately slowed his speech, even slower than usual, because if he spoke too fast, he might not be able to control the tremor in his voice due to nervousness and anticipation, and she would notice something was wrong.
What? Ye Wenyu slowly raised her head, her beautiful face filled with confusion. A big question mark rose in her heart: What did he mean? Had all her hard work over the past six months not been in vain?
Lin Tingfeng gazed at the girl standing not far away, his expression becoming exceptionally gentle. His voice gradually lowered, as if confirming something, and he asked Ye Wenyu, "Xiaoyu, in this area of Chinese-style villas, which villa is the most beautiful? Which one do you like the most?"
He stubbornly thought that if she didn't like the building he designed, then he would buy the one she liked the most, no matter what the cost!
Fortunately, Ye Wenyu smiled slightly and said softly, "Of course, it's this one." She pointed to his villa, put her hands together on her chest, a gesture of unbridled joy. Her eyes sparkled, her lips curled up, revealing her neat, white teeth, and her happiness was overflowing.
"Really?" Lin Tingfeng was overjoyed. He finally seized the opportunity to blurt out the words he had been keeping to himself: "This was built for you."
What? Ye Wenyu felt a landmine rolling beneath her. He built it for her. Did she hear correctly?
"You don't believe me? Look—" Lin Tingfeng stretched out his hand and pointed to the doorplate next to him. To make sure Ye Wenyu could see it clearly, he even took a step back. His fingertips trembled slightly with excitement, and to avoid her seeing it, he simply put his hands behind his back.
Ye Wenyu looked at the doorplate with a puzzled expression. "Lin Ye Ju" She nodded and smiled, saying, "What a nice name!" But what did it have to do with her? A nice-sounding villa name could prove that the house was built for her. How could she not understand the logic behind this?
Lin Tingfeng gazed at her affectionately, and seeing the incredulous look on Ye Wenyu's face, he asked gently, "Xiaoyu, do you like this name?"
Steel tempered a hundred times can become as soft as silk wrapped around your finger.
“I like it.” She pondered and analyzed, “Although it’s a bit straightforward, the name contains forest and leaves, which represents the beauty of nature. The beauty that nature gives people is also very direct. Simplicity has its own kind of beauty.”
Lin Ye Ju, Lin Ye Ju, this will be her favorite name.
Lin Tingfeng smiled, thinking that this girl was smart, but sometimes she was also incredibly slow-witted, like a blockhead, impossible to understand. He looked at her with a kind of silly look and slowly reminded her, "Is there anything else? Is there a reason you like her?"
Ye Wenyu thought hard, but couldn't come up with anything. She honestly shook her head.
Left with no other choice, Lin Tingfeng could only say, "Lin Yeju, Lin is my surname, Ye is your surname." Ah, his face was a little hot. This was the first time in his life that he had taken the initiative to confess to someone. His meaning was clear enough, wasn't it? Even if the girl in front of him was as stupid as an ox, she would understand.
What? !
Ye Wenyu's eyes widened, and her feet felt as if they had just experienced an earthquake.
His villa was named after both of them?
It's unbelievable.
This is a villa worth tens of millions, not some small music card. She inexplicably remembered that when she was in elementary school, a boy once gave her a music card with two little figures holding hands on it, representing her and him, and her and the boy's names were written at the top of the card.
Lin Tingfeng smiled at Ye Wenyu and said, "Take another close look at the doorplate."
Ye Wenyu stared intently and saw a line of small Song typeface characters below the three characters "Lin Ye Ju". She took a step closer and found that it was two lines of poetry: "The courtyard breeze blows the jade leaves, this place is in the mountains".
It has endless charm and is truly wonderful.
She paused, already vaguely guessing what he meant. Did he really love her? Yes, he did! Love was like a raging storm, stirring her heart.
But I can't believe it.
She stole a glance at him nervously, then lowered her head, her ears ringing and her fingertips trembling uncontrollably. She softly replied, "A fine poem. This place is in the mountains, where one hides amidst a sea of people; the greatest hermit lives in the city." She dared not recite the first line, afraid that her trembling voice would betray her true feelings.
Lin Tingfeng looked at her with a "what an idiot" look and said softly, "Do you remember when we first met, you said my father's garden was a hodgepodge, neither Chinese nor Western—" As he spoke, he walked to a chair in the courtyard and sat down. Ye Wenyu followed him and slowly sat down beside him.
My heart was still pounding with excitement, the strange noise in my ears hadn't disappeared, and deep inside, it felt as if an eighteen-wheeled truck had suddenly overturned.
She was still thinking about the villa's name, "Lin Ye Ju," his surname and hers, and the two lines of poetry, "The wind blows the jade leaves in the courtyard, this place is in the mountains." Lin Tingfeng, who had been up and down in the business world for many years, probably had a heart that longed to retreat to the mountains and forests. But he would take her with him. In this world, there was actually a poem that incorporated his and her names. Did this imply that he and she were destined for each other?
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