Chapter 9 Why did you cry at the second dinner?
After running around the food truck market all day on Saturday, Su Yinuo cleaned up the house on Sunday morning. After lunch, she took a short nap, changed into loose casual clothes and went out.
His pants were a little long today, and as soon as he walked out of the yard, his trouser leg tripped over the cactus at the gate. Su Yinuo stopped and looked back at the row of wildly growing cacti at the foot of the wall. Suddenly, something flashed in his mind.
After a few seconds of silence, her eyes lit up, and she recalled what Qin Cangye had said a week ago: "Next Sunday, please ask Miss Li to give me the first branch that touches your clothes when you go out, okay?"
It happened just a week ago, but Su Yinuo felt like several years had passed.
"Does a cactus count as a branch?" Su Yinuo squatted down and muttered softly, "Well... maybe..."
More than half an hour later, Su Yinuo arrived at the door of Feiyue Game Company carrying a bag of cacti wrapped in waste paper.
There was still no receptionist at the door. Su Yinuo was afraid of running into Ji Wenjun, so he put on his hood and sneaked into the office area along the wall. He walked quickly towards Li Jinmiao's office. As soon as he touched the office door, he heard a shocking shout from behind him: "Nunuo!"
Su Yinuo was startled and opened the door and rushed in.
Inside, Li Jinmiao, Zhang Yifeng, and three unfamiliar elder brothers were in a meeting. When the five of them looked up in surprise, Su Yinuo blushed immediately, bowed deeply, and said, "Sorry, I forgot to knock!" Then he immediately opened the door and retreated.
Her back hit Ji Wenjun's chest. Su Yinuo turned around in shock and saw Ji Wenjun's messy hair and injured face.
"Why did you block me? I apologize to you for what I did wrong!" Ji Wenjun said anxiously.
Su Yinuo lifted the cactus to block Ji Wenjun who was getting too close. She was extremely embarrassed and whispered, "Keep your voice down! Your colleagues are all at work!"
Ji Wenjun was slightly startled, then turned to look at his colleagues who were craning their necks high at their workstations with strange smiles on their faces. He then turned around and explained seriously, "No, they were all just watching the show."
"Ah?" Su Yinuo was confused by Ji Wenjun's train of thought. "Then you just let them watch the show?"
"Everyone is almost exhausted from working overtime, so let's liven up the atmosphere," Ji Wenjun smiled foolishly.
"Uh..." Su Yinuo put down the cactus, speechless.
"Don't worry about them. Ruoruo, you haven't told me why you blocked me?" Ji Wenjun asked anxiously.
"My tall, handsome and rich boyfriend blocked me," Su Yinuo became more and more proficient in telling lies, and she said it without blushing or beating her heart.
Ji Wenjun was stunned, leaning against the wall and wailing, "I don't believe it! You lied to me!!"
The office door was opened. Li Jinmiao glared at Ji Wenjun and cursed, "Why are you shouting? Go back to your work!" Then he took Su Yinuo's arm and brought her into the office.
"Noruo, go to the lounge to pick out some clothes first. I brought several dresses today. My meeting will be over soon. I will do your makeup then, hehe," Li Jinmiao whispered in Su Yinuo's ear and took her into the lounge.
Dress? Why are you wearing a dress today?
Looking at the exquisite dresses, even the protective covers, hanging on the hangers, Su Yinuo fell into a daze, thinking back to the business suit she'd worn the last time. It was a blue striped suit with miumiu on the label. Later, after returning home, she searched online for the same style and was surprised to find that the entire set cost over ten thousand yuan. So, the dresses before her now must have cost six figures...
Su Yinuo pursed her lips, swallowed her saliva, and carefully looked through the dresses that seemed to be stuck together with big red banknotes, fearing that she would accidentally knock one off and knock off the thousands of yuan on the dress...
After the meeting, Li Jinmiao opened the door and saw Su Yinuo sitting upright on the sofa. He burst out laughing and asked, "Nunuo, what are you doing? Have you picked out clothes?"
Su Yinuo pointed at the clothes and said frankly: "It's too expensive. I dare not touch it. Give me the most conservative one."
Li Jinmiao laughed and said, "These are not high-end items. They are not as expensive as you think. The most expensive one is only over 20,000 yuan."
Su Yinuo breathed a sigh of relief, but still felt it was very expensive.
"Let's take this one," Li Jinmiao smiled and shook the beige pearlescent gauze dress in her hand.
In the evening, Su Yinuo appeared outside the door of the Michelin three-star restaurant on the 58th floor of the Huanhu Building in Xihu District. Looking at the French restaurant decorated with extreme luxury and elegance, the tall, blond waiters in suits and ties, and the jeweled customers sitting by the floor-to-ceiling windows with a wide view, she finally understood why she had to wear a formal dress today.
She stood outside the door stiffly, straightened her long hair that Li Jinmiao had combed back and tied with a light brown crystal hairband, then sheepishly put a brown paper bag in her hand behind her back and hid the bag containing the shabby cactus under her gauze skirt.
Except for the out-of-place cactus, Su Yinuo matches the style of the restaurant very well from head to toe. After all, it was all carefully created by Li Jinmiao.
When Su Yinuo walked out of the office, he was met with countless gasps of surprise from the work area and Ji Wenjun's exclamations.
"Nuo Nuo, where are you going?" Ji Wenjun's eyes almost popped out, and his ears turned red due to his thick skin.
Before Su Yinuo could speak, Li Jinmiao answered for her: "Going on a date, what else can you do?"
Ji Wenjun was like an eggplant hit by frost, wilting behind the dazzling Su Yinuo.
This time, it was Zhang Yifeng who sent Su Yinuo to the restaurant. Since the entire floor was occupied by a French restaurant called Onirique, which required reservations in advance, Zhang Yifeng had nowhere to hide. After sending Su Yinuo there, he took Su Yinuo's thick coat and left the floor.
Su Yinuo waited nervously at the door. The sight of people coming in and out made her very uncomfortable. But after waiting for less than five minutes, she saw a noble and flamboyant figure walking out of the restaurant quickly. She immediately lifted the hem of her skirt as if she had seen a savior, walked forward with a shy smile, and said, "Mr. Qin, I didn't expect you to arrive early."
Qin Cangye has been here for an hour.
The urgency in his heart was beyond his imagination, and he had been restless since early Sunday morning.
In fact, he had a very torturous week. Whenever he had free time, his mind was filled with Su Yinuo's face and figure.
He was deeply aware that he had fallen deeply in love with a woman he had only met once. He could not explain where the passion came from in his boring life of more than 20 years, and why he suddenly felt the huge urge of falling in love at first sight.
Can't explain.
He wanted to just accept this impulse obediently, but he also hated the fact that he was in a helpless state after being tortured by this impulse for a week and unable to save himself.
He hated being controlled by any emotion.
Just like the fear he felt when he was a child seeing his grandfather beating his grandmother and his mother for coming home late, in order to overcome this fear that had suppressed him for many years, when he was eight years old, he picked up a chair and smashed it at his grandfather.
He stood in front of his mother like a mad dog. The power of an eight-year-old child was even more terrifying than that of his nearly forty-year-old cowardly father.
The bodyguard stopped him. His grandfather, Qin Weishu, widened his eyes in shock, then threw his head back and laughed, praising him: "You are worthy of being my son!"
Qin Cangye still failed to protect his mother, who was already scarred physically and mentally. The woman who loved him deeply left him when he was ten years old. When she left, she was as calm as his grandmother who passed away when he was five years old.
Little Qin Cangye firmly believed that they were free from pain and had gone to heaven.
Qin Cangye grew up lonely and sharp, never having any feelings for anyone, never being swayed by any emotions, so he didn't understand why he would leave his heavy work and come to this carefully selected restaurant an hour early?
Why would you buy a bouquet of pure white roses?
Why, when I see the soft and petite woman standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, do I feel that she is brighter than the neon lights and stars outside the window, and why do I have the urge to pull her into my arms and kiss her?
Watching her walking towards him, looking at the clear and sincere smile on her face, everything around him seemed to disappear into nothingness. In his world, the only thing left was the girl in front of him who was as brilliant as flowing light.
His turbulent mood gradually calmed down as he stopped walking half a meter away from Su Yinuo. A youthful expression of love blossomed on his face.
"Ms. Li, nice to meet you," he handed the white rose in his hand to Su Yinuo, raised his arm very gentlemanly, and waited for Su Yinuo to take his arm.
"Wow, there are flowers, so beautiful, thank you Mr. Qin," Su Yinuo did not hide her love and praise. She hugged the white roses with her left hand holding her handbag, then ignored Qin Cangye's raised arm and walked into the store.
Qin Cangye was a little embarrassed. He put his arm away and walked to Su Yinuo's side. He caught a glimpse of what she was holding in her right hand and asked with a smile, "What are you hiding?"
Su Yinuo's eyes were filled with the restaurant's luxurious decorations and the gorgeous night view outside the window. When she heard Qin Cangye's question, she embarrassedly covered her face with roses, turned her head and whispered to Qin Cangye, "I'll give you the return gift you asked for quietly later."
"Really? I'm looking forward to it."
Su Yinuo was very close, and Qin Cangye could even smell the fragrance of white roses coming from her cheek. He lowered his eyes and looked at her fair and slender neck. Of course, what he expected in his heart was not only this small gift, but also everything that the person in front of him had never opened up to him.
Su Yinuo didn't notice the greed in his eyes. She followed the servant's instructions and sat down in a quiet seat with windows on both sides.
"Wow, what a beautiful Pearl Lake," Su Yinuo put her handbag and paper bag beside the seat, holding a white rose in her hand, staring at the scenery outside the window in a trance.
Her vision was incredibly broad. From over fifty stories high, she could even overlook the entire West Lake District at night. She had never seen such a vast landscape before, and her heart seemed to follow her gaze to the unreachable distance. But for some reason, looking at such a vast world, she felt a sense of sadness in her heart.
Originally, she had come here with her mood in order. The misfortunes she encountered yesterday had been digested in her tears, so when she saw Qin Cangye, she could smile happily.
But at this moment, the urge to soar like a bird in the vast sky and earth collided with the shackles of powerless reality, making her eyes red.
It turns out that this world that doesn't belong to me is so beautiful...
Qin Cangye had been silently watching Su Yinuo, thinking that the dress she wore today was really beautiful. The warm yellow light from her side shone over her, and against the backdrop of the night, she looked like a lively elf covered in stars.
Her gentle hairstyle was also very charming. She looked out the window with intoxicated eyes at her profile and her slender and smooth neckline, which deeply touched his heart. He unconsciously took out his mobile phone, wanting to keep this scene in his hands forever.
After a click, he suddenly saw a crystal drop of water in the camera viewfinder.
When he realized that those were tears about to roll down, his heart trembled suddenly. He immediately put down his phone, stood up and leaned forward, stretched out his right hand, and held her face.
Hot tears fell into his warm palm.
"Why are you crying?"
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