Chapter 74
The melodious music continued, and Song Xianle looked at He Yanqing with a comfortable expression, in a good mood.
After the song ended, He Yanqing left his seat, and then another person came over and continued playing.
Song Xianle's ears rang with the familiar melody, each note pounding her heart, and her heart suddenly sank. As she watched He Yanqing slowly walk towards her, she seemed to see the way he watched her leave at the airport that year. His eyes were lonely and helpless, but if you looked deeper, you could see that they contained expectations and blessings for her.
Just like the song this person plays expresses—the truth that you leave.
—I accept the fact that you are leaving.
Song Xianle suddenly felt a sharp pain in her heart. When He Yanqing slowly approached, she lowered her head to avoid his worried gaze, blinking desperately, trying to hold back the tears that had already welled up in her eyes.
He Yanqing returned to his seat and saw Song Xianle suddenly lower her head and avoid his gaze. He sensed her sudden downturn. For a moment, he was at a loss as to what to do.
He didn't ask her what was wrong, but just asked her in a very soft voice, "Are you full?"
He Yanqing pulled out a chair and sat down, his eyes fixed on the person in front of him, but he didn't dare to be too direct, as if he was afraid that she would feel uncomfortable.
Seeing Song Xianle nodded, He Yanqing stood up and went to find the waiter to pay the bill. However, Song Xianle had already asked the waiter to come over and pay while he was playing the piano.
He Yanqing returned to his seat. Song Xianle had adjusted her mood and smiled at him, "Let's go."
"good."
He Yanqing picked up his tie, and the two of them walked out, one in front of the other. He checked his phone: 20:41. He Yanqing glanced back at Song Xianle, slowed his pace, and asked softly, "By the way, what time is our movie?"
"Nine twenty."
"Then let me go buy you a skirt first?" He Yanqing looked like he was willing to talk to her and asked for her opinion gently.
Song Xianle could tell that he must have noticed that she was in a bad mood and was now taking care of her emotions.
"Yeah." She replied with a smile.
He Yanqing felt relieved when he saw her smile again. But he was still puzzled as to why she had suddenly become so downcast, like a sunny day turning cloudy.
The two arrived at the mall, and He Yanqing took Song Xianle to the women's clothing area on the third floor according to the signs.
"Welcome."
The female salesperson smiled brightly when she saw a customer coming in. She saw the man next to her and her eyes darted between them, understanding what was going on.
The couple is so talented and beautiful, it's really pleasing to the eye.
The salesperson put on a professional smile again and asked Song Xianle, "What style of clothes would you like to buy?"
"Over there are everyday clothes, and over here are formal clothes."
"What kind do you need?"
Song Xianle looked around and his gaze stopped at the formal area.
"I want a more formal dress." He Yanqing waited for the salesperson to finish her introduction and then replied directly.
"Okay. We have several dresses in colors that are very suitable for this lady. You can try them on." As he said that, the shopping guide took Song Xianle to the dress area and picked out several dresses of different colors for her.
"These are very brightly colored. You have fair skin, so they will definitely look good on you."
Song Xianle looked at the red and purple clothes in the salesperson's hands. This bright red and purple should be the outfit for the birthday girl to attend a birthday party. She looked quite eye-catching in it.
But she also knew that this was not just a birthday party. This birthday party was undoubtedly a good opportunity to make friends. She should be as outstanding as possible and make others remember her at first sight.
"If you like something more elegant, these are also good. The white and black ones are very elegant."
"And this one in goose yellow, it's more gentle."
Song Xianle took a look and thought all the pieces looked good, so he took them to the fitting room to try them on.
He Yanqing had already sat down on a seat nearby when Song Xianle and the shopping guide went to pick out dresses, waiting quietly.
"Sir, please have some water."
Another female shopping guide took a small bottle of mineral water and handed it to He Yanqing.
He Yanqing looked up, saw the bottle of water, and politely declined, "No, thank you."
The female shopping guide kept smiling and said, "I'm on this table. If you're thirsty, you can take some and drink it." After that, she went to serve other customers.
Song Xianle tried on three skirts in the fitting room: white, black and yellow.
She felt that all three dresses were good. The white one was a simple strapless fishtail dress. It was not very convenient for walking and she thought it was too formal, but it showed off her figure and made her look curvaceous.
The black one is a sleeveless vest-style midi dress that reaches just below the knees. It is simple and standard, but it has a certain elegance.
The goose yellow one is a long halter dress with a small white camellia decoration at the waist. It has just the right wrapping effect and makes the person look more lively than the previous two.
Song Xianle already had someone in her heart. After trying on the three dresses, she left the fitting room and asked He Yanqing, "What color do you think I should wear? Are these colors okay?"
This banquet was unusual, so Song Xianle thought it would be better to ask clearly.
He Yanqing nodded, "All right."
"Which one did you choose?"
Song Xianle took out the light yellow one and said, "This one."
He Yanqing glanced at the goose yellow color, then glanced at the other two pieces in her hands, without saying anything.
"Okay, I'll go check out."
It took Song Xianle less than thirty minutes to buy the dress, and she still had time to go to the movies.
The cinema was nearby, in the mall next door. It took them ten minutes to walk to the cinema, and the movie had just started.
Song Xianle led He Yanqing to their seats, which were in the middle. She bent down and asked some people to move aside. In the darkness, she accidentally tripped over someone's foot and almost fell forward when He Yanqing grabbed her arm. The warm touch made Song Xianle's heart tremble, and in the darkness, her cheeks turned red with shame. He Yanqing let her go only after they found their seats.
Song Xianle had a so-so feeling about science fiction movies. She didn't like them very much, but she didn't hate them either. So she was distracted the whole time, watching the movie while looking at the man on her left.
In the light of the movie screen, she could vaguely see He Yanqing's profile. She thought that after the movie was over, today's date would be over. She hadn't found another reason to ask him out yet. Suddenly, she felt a little depressed and sighed softly.
During the second half of the movie, He Yanqing sensed Song Xianle's absent-mindedness and noticed her looking at him from time to time. Hearing her sigh, he couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong? Is the movie not good?"
He Yanqing couldn't see the expression on Song Xianle's face at the moment and thought she was bored with the movie. He knew that Song Xianle had chosen the science fiction film because of him, and she might not be interested in such films.
He was happy that Song Xianle remembered his preferences, but he also didn't want her to force herself to watch something she was not interested in.
"No, the movie was okay."
"Then why are you sighing?"
She knew He Yanqing had misunderstood, "That's not why I sighed."
She thought that after she said this, He Yanqing would not continue to ask questions, but what He Yanqing said next made her confused.
"Then why?"
He Yanqing moved closer to her and whispered an answer for her: "Is it because of me?"
He spoke with certainty, as if the answer was because of him.
If this wasn't the correct answer, Song Xianle would definitely think He Yanqing was narcissistic and arrogant.
He Yanqing didn't wait for Song Xianle's rebuttal, as he was certain of something. In the darkness, his eyes, as he looked at her, sparkled with sparks of fire, a glimmer of light, all focused on Song Xianle.
He considered that he had to work overtime tomorrow and it was already past ten o'clock. He was afraid that she would be back too late, so he said, "It's not too late, why don't we go first."
"But the movie isn't over yet."
He Yanqing glanced at the big screen, then turned back to look at Song Xianle. Seeing her guilty look, he comforted her, "Let's watch it next time."
Next time? When is next time? This word doesn't have a specific time. For Song Xianle, it is just a polite invitation.
He Yanqing seemed to read her thoughts and thought for a long time but didn't know what to say.
After leaving the cinema, it was already past eleven o'clock when He Yanqing sent Song Xianle home.
He saw Song Xianle unbuckle her seat belt and get out of the car, and called her before she left.
"Secretary Song—"
"There'll be plenty of time later."
Song Xianle turned around and heard him say a few words before driving away.
—Song Xianle, we will have plenty of time in the future.
—It’s not just time to watch movies.
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