Seeing that she didn't respond, Nanhe frowned and tentatively asked, "Are you worried that your husband won't agree?"
"No," Wen Yixing asked softly, "but don't you have an event to attend tonight?"
Nanhe: "The event has been postponed."
Wen Yixing nodded: "I see."
"Let's go out for dinner together tonight." Wen Yixing picked up her bag and said with a smile, "It's been so long, of course it's my treat. What would you like to eat?"
Nanhe: "I'm fine with anything."
——
Although Nanhe said he was fine with it, Wen Yixing did not want to neglect Nanhe.
She asked her housekeeper to book a reservation at a high-end Japanese restaurant.
In the past, Nanhe would always have an assistant with him when he went out, but today Nanhe did not have an assistant with him. He went to the underground parking garage and drove his car out by himself.
In the car, Wen Yixing was a little worried about the child. She turned her head to look at Nanxing and asked, "Do you mind if I turn on a video call?"
Nanhe looked straight ahead: "Go ahead and hit me, it's fine."
Wen Yixing made a video call to her family's housekeeper, Aunt Li. Unexpectedly, as soon as the call connected, she saw her son's little face close to the screen. Wen Yixing couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Yaoyao, what are you doing?"
Fang Jingyao's sweet little voice came through the phone: "Mommy, what are you doing? Aren't you coming home for dinner today?"
"Yes, Mom is going out to eat with an uncle she knows today," Wen Yixing asked. "Has Yaoyao eaten yet?"
"You ate!" Fang Jingyao seized on the key point. "Which uncle did you eat with? Do you know him, Yao Yao?"
Wen Yixing: "Yaoyao doesn't know me yet, how about we introduce Yaoyao to your uncle later?"
"OK!"
After chatting with her son for a while, Wen Yixing finally felt relieved. She was replying to Aunt Li's message when she heard Nanhe suddenly ask, "How old is the child now?"
Wen Yixing: "She's four and a half years old now."
Seeing that Nanhe seemed somewhat interested in her son, Wen Yixing asked, "Would you like to see the photos?"
Nanhe nodded: "Mm."
It was a red light, so Wen Yixing looked down and opened her phone's photo album.
Her phone contains many photos of children. She has recently been learning photography and often uses her son as her little model.
Wen Yixing picked out the cutest photo and handed it to Nanhe.
Nanhe looked down at him.
The child in the photo looks adorable; her eyes resemble hers, and in fact, most of the child's facial features are inherited from her.
Nanhe: "He looks a lot like you."
Wen Yixing also looked down at her phone, her voice tinged with laughter: "Really? A lot of people say that."
Nanhe's gaze slowly shifted to her face.
Looking into her smiling eyes, Nanhe was momentarily stunned.
Nanhe only snapped out of his daze when he heard a horn behind him.
He pursed his lips, no longer looking at her, and stepped on the gas, driving attentively.
——
After getting off the bus, Nanhe fully armed himself.
There are many people here, so Nanhe can't let others recognize him.
Upon arriving at the entrance of the Japanese restaurant, a waiter dressed in a suit vest politely greeted her: "Hello, are you Ms. Wen?"
Wen Yixing: "Yes."
The waiter smiled and said, "Okay, please follow me."
Wen Yixing walked ahead with the waiter, and Nanhe followed behind her. When Wen Yixing looked back at him, Nanhe quickly took a few more steps to walk to her side.
The corridor was dimly lit. Wen Yixing looked up at Nanhe before saying softly, "I remember you really like Japanese food, so I had the housekeeper book this place."
Nanhe smiled: "The Japanese food here is quite good."
Wen Yixing had booked a private room. As the waiter led them forward, the door to the next private room opened, and several people walked out.
Wen Yixing didn't pay attention at first, but when she looked up, she saw a familiar figure walking out of the room.
He was still dressed in a suit and tie, and his imposing presence was hard to ignore.
As Wen Yixing looked over, he also saw her.
Thinking of this, Wen Yixing turned to Nanhe and said, "Could you wait here for a moment?"
Nanhe: "Okay."
As she walked over, Nanhe's gaze fell on Shen Jingshao across from her.
Perhaps sensing his scrutiny, Shen Jingshao's deep dark eyes also turned to look at him.
Just like many years ago.
A man's thoughts are self-evident.
Nanhe was no stranger to Shen Jingshao; he had seen Shen Jingshao at many events.
Of course, nobody knows.
He had actually met Shen Jingshao eight years ago.
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