That smile, set against this noble yet elegant setting, was so radiant, so handsome, so captivating.
Lin Congzhi, dressed in a formal suit and with delicate features, looked like a handsome man straight out of a poster during a candlelight dinner. He was bright, dashing, and elegant.
Yes, seven years ago, she was captivated by that immature face; seven years later, she still cannot escape the clutches of that face.
Besides, this man's eyes are completely filled with her; he can't tolerate anyone or anything else.
Treat men like this kind of person kindly. At least for this moment.
Immediately, with a clear mind, Jiang Yimei abandoned everything, including the past seven years, and drank a toast with Lin Congzhi, their hearts still intertwined.
She stretched out her fair hand, raised her wine glass, smiled sweetly, and gracefully touched Lin Congzhi's glass to hers before bringing it to her lips and taking a small sip.
Lin Congzhi never expected that Jiang Yimei would smile at him, and in such an ambiguous way at that.
Does this mean that Jiang Yimei was moved by him? Does this mean that he is the only one for Jiang Yimei in her life?
Overwhelmed with excitement, he happily brought the wine glass to his lips, staring at Jiang Yimei, the beauty who was within his grasp, and downed the wine in one gulp.
He put down his wine glass, taking advantage of the slight intoxication, and composed himself. He gathered his strength, then gazed at Jiang Yimei with utmost sincerity and seriousness, and said, "Jiang Yimei, I want to marry you. Will you marry me?"
"puff!"
Jiang Yimei excitedly spat out the salad she had half-chewed.
Lin Congzhi is too impatient! He got a little misjudgment and rushed to propose.
She was terrified and couldn't understand why Lin Congzhi loved her so deeply.
A little bit of the sprayed salad landed on Lin Congzhi's elegant, custom-made suit.
Lin Congzhi frowned, wondering what Jiang Yimei meant.
He was referring to not knowing why Jiang Yimei was so agitated.
Seeing that what she had spat out had splashed onto Lin Congzhi's clothes, Jiang Yimei caught her breath and hurriedly apologized, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."
Lin Congzhi was poised and confident, but his brow furrowed with concern: "This is a small matter. What I'm concerned about is why you're so agitated?"
Since Lin Congzhi was so eager to know the answer, in order not to mislead him, Jiang Yimei explained, "Lin Congzhi, the toast is because I accept your gratitude, not because of anything else."
Lin Congzhi looked anxious and pressed on, "What about the smile?"
That sweet smile and that ambiguous gaze couldn't have been faked.
Jiang Yimei returned his gaze with a straightforward look and said frankly, "That's because thank you for loving me so much, and thank you for remembering me so fondly, but that doesn't mean I like you."
Upon hearing this, Lin Congzhi felt as if he had been shot, and was in unbearable pain.
Then he lowered his eyes and smiled bitterly, feeling that he had been completely defeated: "Jiang Yimei, you are too cruel to me. How could you play me like this?"
Jiang Yimei refused to take the blame: "You took it too seriously. If you have someone to blame, blame yourself."
Lin Congzhi's gaze sharpened, and he changed the subject, asking with unwavering confidence, "Do you believe that one day, you will be mine?"
Jiang Yimei fell into deep thought, then sneered: "Seven years ago, I believed it without hesitation; seven years later, it's simply... a pipe dream!"
Every word was so sarcastic, so full of venomous rage, so utterly hateful. Lin Congzhi was utterly defeated and powerless to refute.
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