Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
The restaurant décor was contemporary. There was a low, heart-shaped, centerpiece of roses in different colors on every table. The room looked dreamy under the soft and warm lighting.
Melodious music was also playing in the restaurant. It was a famous piano piece that Xiaomeng liked very much: Pachelbelâs Canon in D.
Ye Xiaomeng couldnât help but hum along as she listened to the piano piece.
She was in high spirits and her eyes were crystal clear. She looked like a fairy.
He Ming, who was sitting across from her, couldnât take his eyes off her.
His soft gaze fell on her.
Ye Xiaomeng said to him, âThis is one of my favorite classical pieces.â
He Ming gestured for the waiter to pour them some red wine. He then raised his glass and clinked it lightly against hers. âHereâs to our meeting, getting to know each other and falling in love.â
Ye Xiaomeng glanced at the bottle. Good heavens, it was a 1982 Ch?teau Lafite. This kind of red wind was super expensive for a working-class person like her.
She couldnât help but secretly ask He Ming, âThis wine is fake, right? Itâs really expensive.â
He Ming couldnât help but roll his eyes at her. Who would drink it if they knew that it was fake wine?
âDonât worry, itâs the real thing and I can afford it. You can drink it in peace.â Ye Xiaomengâs expression really amused him. She probably thought that he was just a lowly paid employee pretending to be rich.
Ye Xiaomeng felt much more at ease when she heard He Mingâs words. Since a rich man was giving her a treat, she wouldnât stand on ceremony.
She clinked glasses with He Ming and said, âCheers!â
He Ming raised his eyebrows and smiled. âCheers!â
Ye Xiaomeng finished her entire glass of wine in one gulp.
He Ming couldnât help but chuckle. This was the real Ye Xiaomeng: forthright and unpretentious.
âMengmeng, you shouldnât drink like that. Youâll get drunk easily if you drink like that.â He Ming saw her downing her alcohol like a waterfall and quickly stopped her.
Ye Xiaomeng didnât seem satisfied as she licked her glossy cherry lips.
It was such a subconscious action but He Ming found it extremely seductive.
A hint of lust appeared in his eyes.
He almost couldnât wait for dinner to be over.
Ye Xiaomeng seemed to have sensed He Mingâs burning gaze as she looked away and said, âThis wine tastes really nice. Iâd like another glass.â
âItâs easy to get drunk when drinking on an empty stomach. Eat something first.â He Ming gestured for the waiter to quickly serve dinner. He Ming ordered medium-well steak, fruit salad, and spaghetti.
Ye Xiaomeng hadnât eaten since lunch.
Once the steak was served, she couldnât wait to start eating.
He Ming saw her impatience and cut his steak into small pieces, his movements swift and elegant, before he gave his plate to Ye Xiaomeng. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âArenât you hungry? Hurry up and eat.â He Ming said dotingly.
âThank you.â Ye Xiaomeng felt like she was floating on a cloud of honey.
Her heart was bubbling.
Ye Xiaomeng was full after the meal but she felt a little dizzy from the wine.
He Ming knew that this would happen, so he supported her helplessly.
What a sweet burden.
Ye Xiaomeng chuckled.
She was in such a high-end restaurant, listening to music with a handsome man. Even if she didnât drink, she would be drunk..