She looked at his tall back.
Once out of reach, he now carries her bag and coat for her, and everything seems to be stained with her traces.
Gu Qingxu had actually done all these for her, but she couldn't imagine doing it again.
Zhuomian followed him. There were many restaurants on Nanjing Road, and some of them were really good.
The Cantonese restaurant was membership-based. After Shi Wang told the waiter his membership number at the door, someone immediately took the things in his hand and led them out. They even turned around and glanced at Xiao Mian: "Mrs. Shi, this way, please."
Zhuomian said succinctly: "She's not Mrs. Shi, just a cooperative client."
Today's meal did seem like a collaboration, and her original intention was to donate the two million.
The other woman was momentarily shocked because she thought they looked so well-matched. The gentleman was holding her coat and bag, so she subconsciously thought they were a couple. "Excuse me, miss. It was a mistake on our part. Our French pastry chef has made a limited edition raspberry mousse today. I'll send one over for you to try later. I'd appreciate your feedback."
The other party reacted quickly and knew to make amends by sending a small gift.
But Xiaomian just said calmly: "No, I can't eat cream. It's just a small matter. Don't worry."
The other party breathed a sigh of relief.
Shi Wang stopped and asked: "Can't you eat cream?"
Zhumian scoffed, "When have you ever seen me eat cake? I don't even eat cake on my birthday."
Shi Wang suddenly remembered that she had said in the workshop before that she had never played the cake-smashing game.
It turned out that there was no cake on her birthday.
She even sent him a cake.
He was puzzled: "Then you made cakes for everyone in high school."
Zhu Mian couldn't laugh, and his voice was a little cold: "Then you threw it away, didn't you? You don't even know what's inside."
Shi Wang frowned slightly: "Throw it away? I asked the members to return it to you."
Xiaomian was confused: "What are you talking about?"
Shi Wang keenly sensed that there was a misunderstanding, but did not say anything immediately.
The waiter led them to a table by the French window. After they took their order and served aperitifs, Shi Wang finally spoke: "I didn't throw your cake. I opened it and saw what was written inside."
Zhu Mian subconsciously didn't believe it. She smiled lightly and didn't answer him.
She's used to it.
I'm used to not trusting him.
I don't care about it anymore and can just laugh it off.
Shi Wang was hurt by her nonchalant attitude and didn't know how to rebuild her trust in him.
He said calmly, "Recall that last time I went to the workshop, someone also gave me a cake. I just asked you to take it back and didn't throw it away."
Thinking back on it during my daytime nap, I suddenly realized,
indeed.
He didn't throw it.
But she asked expressionlessly, "What are the words on the cake?"
The brilliant lights outside mingled with the night, falling on the side of his face near the French window. He said clearly, "Shiwang has a bright future, and all his wishes will come true."
I didn’t know whether to laugh or remain silent for a while during my daytime nap.
It turned out that the thing that had tormented her for many years was a misunderstanding.
He was very bad, but he didn't throw the cake, someone else did it.
As for why it was thrown away, she didn't know and had to ask the person who did it.
She would even rather he threw it away so that there wouldn't be so much hassle. She no longer wanted to give him any extra points.
Zhumian just smiled faintly, as if he didn't care at all: "Oh, thank you."
Shi Wang didn't understand what she meant for a moment: "Thank you for what?"
Xiaomian rolled up the long sleeves of his shirt slowly and said, "Thank you for telling me."
Shi Wang felt that this was not the case: "I asked the vice president to pass it to you at that time."
Xiaomian didn't want to delve into it: "It doesn't matter who it is. It's not important anymore."
Those moments that she deliberately passed over made him feel deeply indebted. Shi Wang immediately sent a message to the vice president of that year. They had not been in contact since graduation, but whenever Shi Wang sent a message, he would get a reply very quickly.
While Zhu Mian was drinking soup, Shi Wang turned his phone over and placed it in front of her.
- Do you remember that I asked you to help return the cake to Xiao Mian?
The other party seemed to realize that he was bringing up the past again after so many years, and that something must have happened, so he immediately pretended to have just remembered it.
—I remember, remember, there's one thing I really forgot to tell you. I accidentally dropped it on the ground when I took it home, and I didn't dare give it back to Xiaomian. I thought she wouldn't want it, so I threw it away. I thought it was a small matter, so I didn't tell you. If Xiaomian thought you kept it, she would be happy too. She was pursuing you at that time, so it must have turned out well.
Shi Wang replied to him: "Who told you she was pursuing me?"
The other party took it for granted: "Don't everyone say that?"
Shi Wang: "I've never pursued her, so don't say such things."
Zhumian looked at the message and thought it was ridiculous. After a moment, he looked away: "You don't have to go to so much trouble to prove that you didn't throw it away. I don't care anymore. It's not the first or second time anyway."
Shi Wang felt a slight bitterness in his heart, but he looked at her steadily: "What else is there? Can we talk it out tonight and let me know how much I still owe you."
But Xiaomian just smiled and said: "You don't owe me anything. We are all independent individuals. No one owes anyone anything."
Shi Wang met her gaze, his eyes as clear as ink sparkling: "From now on, I will treat you best and leave everyone else out. Can you save our relationship?"
Zhumian pretended not to hear and said nonchalantly with a smile: "What?"
Shi Wang said gently, "I'll try to please you from now on, okay?"
Just then the waiter came to serve the food, but Zhu Mian scooped some porridge for himself and ignored him.
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