Chapter 12

As for why Zhou Yinchu couldn’t even make it to dinner, Wen Ning felt that this matter had nothing to do with her; his stomach was his own, and even if he was tired of working, this was a choice he had made to solidify his monetary position.

He didn’t need his own affection, she thought.

Nor did their relationship allow her to overstep the worldly definition of uninformed concern for his life.

“Accompany me upstairs for dinner?”

“I’ve already eaten.” Wen Ning politely declined.

In the past, she had brushed the circle of friends under the positioning of this hotel and knew that there was a bar upstairs, but there weren’t many men and women coming and going in the bar, and as Jiang Cheng was said to be a big place, she was afraid that she would meet someone she knew, and even more so, she was afraid that she wouldn’t be able to hold her head up as a human being in the future.

“You mean to let me go up alone?”

Wen Ning shrugged it off, her tone dripping with politeness, “Seeing as it’s quite lively, I don’t think you should be short of company, Mr. Zhou.”

Zhou Yinchu pulled his eyebrows, “Not to that floor, of course if you like to go to that bar, I can now notify to drive everyone else away ……”

Wen Ning hurriedly denied, “I didn’t mean that.”

“There is a Chinese restaurant, I think, you should like it.”

He whirled around and called the hotel’s catering department, and the other party experienced almost immediately vacated a separate space by the window.

“I’m really full and don’t want to eat anything else ……”

Zhou Yinchu blurted out, “After exercising, there will always be some digestion, and you should feel hungry as well.”

How could he be so honorable as to put things between them so bluntly, calling it “exercise”. In her dismay, Wen Ning realized that she had already been led upstairs by the man’s hand.

Luckily, the man who had lost his humanity gave her a jacket, “I’ll wear my own one.”

“Your one doesn’t have a zipper, I’m afraid it can’t hide the …… red marks on your neck.” He sparedly aggravated the pronunciation of the last two words.

So she put on his jacket, once his gentlemanly behavior made Wenning confuse the past and the present, but then, just the mere act of putting on a coat, his fingertips could still touch the marks left by himself that unconsciously.

The red marks did not heal, but instead sent a tingle.

He was doing it on purpose.

“You go first.”

“No.”

He slowly half-squatted down and slipped her once more into a pair of heels he’d purchased once more, and it was good to know that this time the beautiful torture device wasn’t so different from the last, still looked like the same style.

It wasn’t.

Wenning couldn’t understand this detail, after all, even under the same series, there were different shoe models of Kate 85, not to mention other big-name series such as Iriza and Hot Chick under the same brand.

It seems that men don’t know everything, or at least, not enough about the preferences related to the field of women’s fashion.

Nevertheless, she stepped into the shoes that he had changed for her by hand.

At the same time, she put on a pair of black sunglasses that had been sold on a certain website, attempting to completely hide herself from Zhou Yinchu on this dark night when she shouldn’t have been around him.

“As for that?”

Zhou Yinchu, who stepped into the elevator, was displeased with her attire, especially the sunglasses that invited his dislike, even though he personally blocked the elevator door for himself, which didn’t detract from his grim expression at the moment.

“It’s not like there’s anyone else here,” he purposely made a few bad points by moving closer to her, “Maybe no one noticed us per se, but according to Murphy’s Theorem, the more unlikely something is, the more likely it is to happen at some point, and you should beware instead.”

“Be careful, maybe there’s someone on the opposite side of the street who’s catching the camera.”

Zhou Yinchu’s long legs stepped away towards the view facing the scenery of the hotel’s interior wall, his hands propped on the elevator’s silver railing, dropping this sentence carelessly.

As if deliberately intimidating her.

“I don’t believe it.”

This was one of the few responses Wen Ning had given him from the front today, giving Zhou Yinchu a few more moments of pleasure; while Wen Ning noticed that there was indeed a long lens on the opposite side of the room, and the flash suddenly lit up in a flash, aimed at herself and Zhou Yinchu in the transparent elevator.

She didn’t know where to hide in the midst of the gilded elevator until she accidentally crashed into his embrace –

He said beautifully, “Throwing yourself into his arms?”

“I did not, even if photographed what, like you such a rich person, will buy off that sneaky and paparazzi like people’s photos it,” Wen Ning tugged his which a black jacket, hate to wrap himself layers into the inside of the dumplings, “I do not want to want our photo together to be sunshine out. ”

Zhou Yinchu shamelessly to the extreme spread his hands, “I do not have money.”

The thought that the kind of playboy around a few big publications may appear on their own figure, Wen Ning instantly tensed up.

There was no greater sorrow than death.

She really didn’t want to get involved with the playboy in front of her at all.

“Please, don’t let them post those, right, it’s not like we’re doing anything illegal, we’re just going out to eat a meal together, why somehow make it so well known?”

Zhou Yinchu’s eyelids were not raised: “Gossip unscrupulous media has always been like that.”

“You’re afraid?”

“You’re not wearing your sunglasses,” Zhou Yinchu still can’t learn how to comfort a person, and said to himself, “What’s the panic?”

It was also fortunate that she was wearing these sunglasses, which covered most of her face so that Wen Ning could breathe smoothly in the depths of this elevator.

But she instinctively out of concern for privacy leaks, “Zhou Yinchu, you can’t harm me.”

She fell into the abyss, yet she didn’t want to be dishonored.

Zhou Yinchu finally couldn’t withstand her repeated pleas and didn’t ignore them, “Perhaps I’ll have my assistant ask which newspaper it was.”

She unloaded her defenses, “Thank you.”

Wen Ning swept another glance at Zhou Yinchu, showing some rare gratitude.

“Let’s go eat together.”

Wen Ning hurriedly answered, “Good.”

Even if Zhou Yinchu forced her to eat the entire table, she wasn’t going to refuse, even as a poor person, she had seen how the rich had a firm grip on the power of public opinion, and she had no doubt about the ability of Zhou Yinchu’s part.

The meal was as good as it could be, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that it was the ceiling of the dining world.

It was just the particularly small portions of each dish, which whetted Wen Ning’s appetite and almost put the unpleasantness of the scare she’d just gotten behind her.

The dragonfruit-colored ice cream was richly flavored, blending with the thick milk as one, bubbling with gusts of elaborate foggy shadows.

The desserts belonging to each of them were different, yet each had its own flavor.

Wen Ning took a shallow dig with her dessert spoon and followed up with an extra mention, “You’re sure he’ll delete those photos, right?”

Zhou Yinchu’s tone was flat: “You’re not a starlet, exposing you won’t have much traffic for them.”

He didn’t move his other serving of pistachio basque, and instead pushed the French vintage dinner plate smoothly towards himself. The movement was as smooth as a line, without a moment’s delay.

“Try some, I remember you used to love these sweets.”

The colors of the pistachios were more intense on the light, embossed plate.

She couldn’t help but think of the past.

She remembered the distant enough middle school days when desserts were almost a luxury for most high school students.

Although there was no lack of rich people in private high schools, the overall economic environment was not as good as it is now, and even if most of the families were not strapped for cash, according to the consumption habits of the older generation, they definitely did not have the habit of buying cupcakes every day.

But which female students can easily resist the temptation of desserts, Wen Ning is not an exception, when the mood is not good sweet as life.

Zhou Yinchu would often order some private desserts for her after class.

At that time, she also couldn’t afford the high price of desserts, so she tilted her smiling face up and exulted, “Oh wow, since the price is already so expensive, I’m sure I won’t waste even a single bite!”

He pretended to be handsome and threw the milky white cake box to her, but accidentally messed up the shape of the piece of cake.

Canon’s CCD recorded over the cake whose cream was eastward and not quite flat, while she was cold on the spot, “Is this the attitude you take when you send me a cake?”

“Don’t eat it.” She was actually quite pretentious that time.

Anyway, one would never miss an opportunity to have a seizure when one could make one.

It wasn’t long before his butler re-delivered a mousse, frozen pastry doesn’t deform easily and its shape is not easy to change; but even so, unlike the last time when it was casually thrown away, the young master stopped her on her way home from school and carefully forwarded it into her hands.

She was still stubborn as hell: “I’m afraid of getting fat, I really don’t want to eat it.”

“You’re not fat at all,” the teenager’s compliment was clearly fake as hell, but it didn’t sound against her will, “I think your figure is the best in the whole of Jiangcheng.”

Seeing as the compliments, she forgave him lightly in the end, “Forget it, I forgive you.”

Forgiveness on the lips never means real disregard.

The young boy and girl gradually stepped into the same path again. She had a scowl on her face, and along with it he was not at all wanton.

He sent her through the alleys of the old town in silence, finally in the deepest part of the alleyway did not hold back: “Wen Ning, I have already coaxed you, you can not put this kind of thing on the heart?”

But no matter how he put that one exquisite to the extreme, in the whole Jiangcheng are unique dessert to her hands, she just resisted not to accept.

Not to say that the way he begged for forgiveness was completely unlovely, but she just didn’t want to.

Don’t want to let him always think he can manipulate this relationship, don’t want to let him always so self-righteous …… also don’t want to allow him to encroach on her heart little by little.

That little bit of affection that had arisen as a teenager almost took over again.

From his hands to logically get the qualification of enrollment as well as nearly four years of tuition fees, have not produced feelings, this moment quietly and silently in the bottom of the heart of Wen Ning rekindled.

She would not allow it.

A transaction that was about to end here, the emotions invested could not produce any marginal effect.

She desperately recalled Li Che’s clear and innocent face, constantly forcing herself to recall her mother’s bearing.

Time has changed, Wen Ning is no longer a sweet tooth like a girl, he should be thinking that he may have to earn more money, when the opportunity to bring her children to taste one or two.

Dessert was no longer her obsession, but had become a treat for her child.

“Thanks.”

She gave one thank you and dealt with her dessert wholeheartedly while keeping mum about the people she shouldn’t remember, the things she shouldn’t look back on, maintaining the silence that adults unknowingly keep.

He was seen wiping the corners of his mouth slowly and methodically, and after a full meal, his mind was off of it again.

With the situation as it was today, it seemed unnecessary for her to purposefully pull at the timeline, slowly savoring the dessert, when she should have been quicker to grasp its true meaning from the man’s eyes.

But there was another thought in the back of her mind as well, just like the dessert in her mouth, wouldn’t he get tired of it?

Not mushy.

Zhou Yinchu physically spent the entire night letting Wenning understand the question she hadn’t thrown out.