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Chapter 728 Snowy Night
Yanjing Tiancheng, large single-level apartment.

Zhang Yan sat in front of the gorgeous dressing table in the dressing room, her fingertips unconsciously stroking her slightly swollen lips, her face still flushed with a lingering shy blush.

Tang Song has already left to participate in the company's Double Twelve live-streaming event.

She was alone in the empty room.

That long and deep kiss keeps replaying in my mind, uncontrollably.

His gentleness, the warmth of his hands, the scent emanating from him…

Every detail replayed in her mind like a high-definition slow-motion replay.

So...so just a kiss can make someone feel this way...

She bit her lip, clasped her hands tightly on her lap, and buried her head.

"Ding-dong-"

The WeChat notification sound startled her from her chaotic thoughts.

Cheng Xiaoyue: "@Zhang Yan @Lin Feifei, I've already set off. The navigation says I'll be at the flower shop in twenty minutes."

Zhang Yan quickly snapped out of her daze, glanced at the time, and hurriedly replied, "I'll be heading out soon too, I should be there around the same time."

After sending the message, she immediately stood up.

She picked up the black city windbreaker that Tang Song had chosen for her.

It's also one of their company's best-selling products, and it really is very beautiful.

She carefully put on the clothes and zipped them up.

The reflection in the mirror instantly made me look different.

The clean cut and stiff fabric made her originally thin and frail figure appear more upright, and also cleverly concealed her unconscious timidity and restraint.

Looking at the refreshed, even somewhat dashing figure in the mirror.

Zhang Yan's cheeks flushed again.

She grabbed her bag and went downstairs.

I called a ride-hailing service using my phone and headed to Lin Feifei's "Little Cute Flower Shop".

Outside the car window, the sky was overcast, with leaden-gray clouds hanging low.

A damp, cold smell permeated the air.

Is it going to rain... oh no... is it going to snow?

Zhang Yan gazed at the sky, her heart filled with anticipation.

Snow in the North, snow in Yancheng.

She hadn't seen it for far too long.

How I wish I could see a heavy snowfall before I leave.

Lin Feifei's flower shop is located in the city center of Qiaoxi District, which is actually very close to here, but due to the evening rush hour, it took about twenty minutes to get there with some stops and starts.

She paid the fare and had just gotten out of the car.

A clear and familiar voice called out from behind:

"Yan Yan! Yan Yan! Over here!"

Zhang Yan turned around and saw Cheng Xiaoyue standing on the roadside, waving vigorously at her.

She has matured a lot since college. She has grown her hair long and soft to her shoulders, and she wears delicate light makeup. Her well-tailored camel coat makes her look like a sophisticated white-collar worker.

She's no longer the bright, studious girl with thick glasses she used to be.

Zhang Yan's gaze was momentarily unfocused, but then a radiant smile bloomed on her face.

She quickly stepped forward and hugged her best friend tightly.

"Xiaoyue, it's been a long time."

"Yan Yan, I'm so glad to see you!" Cheng Xiaoyue looked her up and down, and her eyes lit up when she saw the cool and stylish windbreaker she was wearing. "Wow, you're much prettier than before, and you know how to dress better now!"

Zhang Yan was a little embarrassed by her praise and kept laughing while holding her hand.

The two laughed and joked for a while, then held hands and walked into the shop with the cute sign that read "Little Cute Flower Shop".

Push open the glass door.

A warm, moist air wafted over me, carrying the fragrance of earth and the scents of various flowers.

The store's interior is exquisitely and thoughtfully decorated, exuding an artistic atmosphere.

Cheng Xiaoyue shouted at the top of her lungs, "Is the boss here? A customer has come to buy flowers!"

"Come on, come on!"

Accompanied by a series of crisp footsteps, a figure wearing a forest-style long dress quickly walked out from the inner room.

Perhaps because of her wealthy and happy family, Lin Feifei hasn't changed much since college.

Her clothing and style remained the same Mori-style artistic look.

"Yan Yan, Xiao Yue." "Fei Fei!"

More than two years have passed.

The once inseparable trio of lovers finally reunited in this flower-filled shop.

There was no awkwardness or formality, only the purest screams and tight hugs.

"Oh, you've finally arrived! Quick, quick, give me a hand, I was just about to close the door!"

Lin Feifei smiled, but her eyes were slightly red.

She took one of them by the hand and led them into the back of the flower shop.

The three of them immediately divided the work and got to work.

Bring pots of exquisitely packaged lisianthus and multi-headed roses indoors.

After everything was tidied up, Lin Feifei locked the shop door and said, "Let's go upstairs."

She led the two of them through a narrow staircase covered with dried flowers and dreamcatchers to the second-floor attic of the flower shop.

Wow! It's even prettier than in the photos!

Zhang Yan exclaimed in surprise, her eyes sparkling.

This is a completely different world. The floor is covered with a soft bohemian carpet, and there are several comfortable beanbag chairs; the bookshelves are crammed with various poetry collections, essays, and vinyl records; there are also guitars, ukuleles, and violins in the corner.

The most attractive feature is the small terrace that connects to the end of the attic.

At this moment, the string lights on the roof of the terrace are already lit up, twinkling like fireflies on a summer night, making this little world incredibly warm and inviting.

A baking tray was set up on the portable gas stove in the middle, with several bottles of craft beer and fruit wine placed next to it.

Cheng Xiaoyue had been here before and, familiar with the place, immediately collapsed into the beanbag chair.

Zhang Yan was extremely excited, "Feifei! This, this is the 'dream house' that the three of us used to talk about every day!"

They once dreamed of having a house with an attic where they could read, chat, sing, and play the piano…

Now, Lin Feifei has actually made it happen.

“Yes, I specifically hired someone to do the renovations.” Lin Feifei raised her eyebrows proudly.

Cheng Xiaoyue laughed and said, "Alright, Miss, you're getting too cocky. Yan Yan, she's a rich woman, she's not in our class."

Zhang Yan covered her mouth and chuckled, "Yes."

During her university years, Lin Feifei didn't actually appear to be wealthy; she was just an ordinary person.

However, as graduation approached, they learned that Lin Feifei's family was a major beneficiary of land expropriation compensation, owning five shops and several houses.

Just lie down flat.

Three good friends who hadn't seen each other for a long time had a lively time in the attic.

They went up to the terrace together and started working around the oven.

The aroma of grilled meat and the sound of beer bubbles quickly filled the small terrace.

Cheng Xiaoyue complained about the suffocating slang and PPT culture in big internet companies.

Lin Feifei shared her laid-back approach to running her shop and the amusing stories of her various quirky customers.

Although the winter night wind was a bit biting, the charcoal fire in the oven made people feel warm and cozy.

"Clink-clank-clank" The beer bottles clinked crisply in the air.

The girls' cheeks flushed slightly as they giggled and flipped through old photos on their phones, reminiscing about their university days.

Even Zhang Yan, who is usually introverted and shy, became more talkative.

It took a while.

Cheng Xiaoyue suddenly pointed at Zhang Yan's clothes, her eyes lighting up: "Hey? I was wondering why this windbreaker looked so familiar and so good-looking... Yan Yan, isn't this the same style as Su Yu's?! I didn't expect you to be so fashionable now."

Lin Feifei also said in surprise, "Hey, I remember now, I do seem to have seen the photo before."

Zhang Yan blinked, somewhat puzzled: "The same style as Su Yu's?"

"Yes!" Cheng Xiaoyue immediately opened her phone and quickly started searching on it, then placed the phone screen in the center of the table.

On the screen was the airport street photo of Su Yu that went viral online a while ago. In the photo, Su Yu was wearing sunglasses, a pure black windbreaker, a simple white T-shirt underneath, and high-waisted cargo pants. She looked stunningly beautiful and breathtakingly cool.

And the one she was wearing was exactly the same as the one Zhang Yan was wearing.

"It really is..." Zhang Yan was also somewhat surprised.

She only knew that the clothes were produced by Tangsong Company, but she never expected that Su Yu would wear them.

A small sense of pride quietly rose in her heart.

“I’m a big fan of Su Yu.” Cheng Xiaoyue stood up excitedly. “Yan Yan, let me try this on. I’ve wanted to buy it for a long time, but I’ve been too busy and then I resigned, so I haven’t had time to get around to it.”

"Okay." Zhang Yan smiled, stood up, and took off her windbreaker.

Cheng Xiaoyue couldn't wait to change into the clothes. She looked at herself in the glass door of the terrace, smugly twisted her body, and even imitated Su Yu by striking a cool pose.

"How is it? Not bad, right? Does it have that vibe?"

"It's beautiful and suits you perfectly," Zhang Yan exclaimed sincerely.

These are clothes from Tang Song Company, so they'll definitely look good no matter how you wear them.

Even Lin Feifei, who usually only likes Mori-style outfits, was aroused and took the outfit off Cheng Xiaoyue and put it on herself.

She looked at herself in the mirror, a reflection so different from her usual style, and was pleasantly surprised.

"Sure, Feifei! You look great in it too!"

"Honestly, the cut of this dress is really good," Lin Feifei couldn't help but laugh. "It doesn't make your shoulders look wide, the fabric is nice and structured, and it looks good on everyone, regardless of height or weight. Yan Yan, can you send me the link later? I want to buy one too."

Cheng Xiaoyue immediately raised her hand: "Me too! Me too!"

"It was a gift from someone..." Zhang Yan's cheeks flushed red instantly, and her voice lowered. "I'll ask him for the link later."

The air fell silent instantly.

Cheng Xiaoyue and Lin Feifei exchanged a glance, both seeing the burning flame of gossip in each other's eyes. "Oh~~" Lin Feifei drawled, leaning closer with a mischievous grin, "It was a gift from 'someone else'? This 'someone else,' could it be the 'Jun' who made you feel at ease in Beizhi?"

"Speak quickly! Was it him?!" Cheng Xiaoyue also flanked from the other side, interrogating him like a criminal, "Confess the truth!"

"I...I didn't..."

Zhang Yan was sandwiched between them, her face flushed, laughing so hard she almost fell over, but she couldn't break free no matter what she did.

The three girls were laughing and playing on the small terrace.

Just then, a cool breeze blew by.

A few cool snowflakes drifted down from the dark night sky, melting on their cheeks, which were flushed from laughing.

The laughter of the three people stopped abruptly, and almost simultaneously, they looked up.

"Snowing!"

Someone let out a soft gasp of surprise.

Then, more and more light snowflakes began to twirl and fall under the halo of light.

A radiant smile, almost obsessive, appeared on Zhang Yan's face.

She reached out and caught a tiny snowflake, watching it melt quickly into a drop of icy water in her palm.

Snow in the North, snow in Yancheng...

She really did see it.

The three of them felt as if they had returned to their carefree childhood, running out of the roof of the terrace and rushing into the gentle, newly fallen snow.

They opened their arms, tilted their heads back, and let the snowflakes fall on their hair and eyebrows.

Laughter pierced through the deep night.

After a while.

Zhang Yan suddenly clutched her stomach and squatted down.

"What's wrong, Yan Yan?"

"It's nothing." She waved her hand a little embarrassedly. "I probably caught a bit of a chill because I drank too much ice-cold beer tonight and was out in the wind. I'll just go to the restroom."

After saying that, she clutched her stomach and ran downstairs.

I closed the bathroom door, sat on the toilet, and took out my phone.

After hesitating for a long time, she finally clicked on the pinned chat box.

My fingertips paused on the screen, edited, and finally, sent out a message that mixed shyness, sharing, and longing:
[Tang Song, I arrived at Fei Fei's flower shop. The barbecue on the upper floor smelled delicious, and everyone was having a great time. However, I overindulged and had a few glasses of ice-cold beer, and my stomach started to protest. It seems that as people grow up, their stomachs are the first to tell the truth.]

Outside the window, it's snowing. Very lightly, very slowly, as if afraid to wake anyone. Like the description in the book, "Not as delicate as willow catkins rising in the wind." There's no snow in Guangzhou; I haven't seen a winter like this in a long time.

You're probably still busy right now. It'll definitely be colder when you leave the office, so remember to wear an extra jacket.

By the way, they all really like your company's windbreakers and have been asking me for the shopping link. If you're not too busy, could you send me the link?
The snow seems to be falling more heavily again.

I miss you a little.

She sent the message out.

I was instantly filled with a huge feeling of sweetness.

Actually, ever since they parted ways in the afternoon, she had been wanting to send him a message.

I wanted to tell him I had arrived safely; I wanted to share the joy of reuniting with my friends; I wanted to ask him if he had eaten well for dinner…

But in the end, she was too shy and afraid of disturbing his work, so she typed and deleted the question "What are you doing?" in the chat box, then typed it again and again.

Now, using the perfectly reasonable excuse of asking for a "link to the windbreaker," I've finally been able to say all the things I've kept hidden in my heart.

"Buzzing—"

Her phone vibrated almost the instant she sent the message.

[Tang Song: "I miss you too. Does your stomach still hurt? Is it serious?"]

Zhang Yan blushed and quickly replied, "It's not serious, just an upset stomach, don't worry."

[Tang and Song Dynasties: "No more cold drinks, drink some hot water."]

Zhang Yan: [Cat nodding emoji]
[Tang Song: "Send me the height and weight of your two friends."]

Zhang Yan obediently sent over their data and then eagerly awaited Tang Song's shopping link.

However, the other party only sent a "received" emoji and then nothing more.

He's probably busy...

Zhang Yan didn't think much of it.

After all, it's Double Twelve now, and he's the boss of the company, so he must be extremely busy.

She was already very satisfied.

When Zhang Yan stood up from the toilet, she realized that because she had been sitting in the bathroom typing and chatting for too long, her legs were so sore and numb that she could hardly feel them anymore.

She leaned against the wall and it took her a while to regain her balance.

When she returned to the attic terrace.

Cheng Xiaoyue and Lin Feifei immediately surrounded her with concern and thoughtfully poured her a large cup of steaming honey grapefruit tea.

However, this sisterly bond did not last long.

Before she could even take a couple of sips of hot water, she was abducted by two men, one on each side.

"Tell me the truth! Who exactly is this 'Jun' who gave you the windbreaker?!"

"I noticed it back in college!" Cheng Xiaoyue grabbed her arm, adopting a harsh interrogation stance. "You'd sneak off to Yanke University every few days! Tell me! Isn't it that 'Jun' from your WeChat Moments?!"

“That’s right!” Lin Feifei chimed in, “Yan Yan, don’t think we don’t know. We just didn’t have the heart to expose you because we were afraid you’d be shy.”

"Still not going to talk, huh? Feifei, tickle her!"

"Ah! Don't..."

Under the combined interrogation of her two best friends.

Zhang Yan was so amused that she almost cried from laughing. She could only blush and nod shyly in a barely audible voice.

“Wow——!!!”

Two pairs of gossipy eyes instantly lit up like searchlights.

"Is it really him?! How far have things progressed? Have they held hands? Have they kissed?"

"I want to hear your story, tell me quickly!"

Amidst a chorus of cheers and jeers, the message was: "Confess and you'll be treated leniently; resist and you'll be punished severely."

Zhang Yan recounted the story, which spanned more than ten years, in bits and pieces, intermittently.

My junior high school deskmate, former friends, later estrangement, reunion in Yancheng, Beijing, and Guangzhou…

Cheng Xiaoyue and Lin Feifei, two girls who were already somewhat artsy, were instantly captivated by this long, pure, and fateful story of unrequited love, listening with rapt attention.

"Oh my god, how romantic..." Lin Feifei cupped her face in her hands, "This is just like a scene from a novel."

"By the way, he's in Yancheng now, right? Yan Yan, why don't you call him over quickly!" Cheng Xiaoyue suggested excitedly.

"Yes, yes! I really want to meet him in person! For our talented woman to have been thinking about him for so many years, he's practically the male protagonist of a youth romance novel!"

Zhang Yan blushed and whispered, "He...he's very busy right now, he's working at the company."

"Aren't you feeling unwell? Let him come and take care of you! Just like in those novels, where the domineering CEO flies over overnight!"

"If this 'gentleman' really grows into a powerful and influential figure after parting ways with you, then this story will be legendary." Lin Feifei had already started imagining it.

at this time.

"Ring ring—" Zhang Yan's newly bought Huawei phone suddenly rang.

It was an unfamiliar local number from Yancheng.

She quickly grabbed her phone, as if it were a lifeline, and used the opportunity to escape her friends' clutches.

The call connected: "Hello?"

A very capable and polite female voice came from the other end of the phone.

After listening to a few words, Zhang Yan's eyes widened instantly.

She jumped up from the sofa, her voice trembling slightly: "Ah? This... Ah! Okay, okay! I... I'll go down right away!"

Cheng Xiaoyue and Lin Feifei exchanged a glance, their faces full of confusion.

Zhang Yan hung up the phone, her face still bearing a complex expression of disbelief, surprise, and shock.

"Yan Yan, what's wrong? Who is it?"

"He, he..." Zhang Yan pointed downstairs and said incoherently, "He had someone bring over the windbreakers you wanted, and... and the medicine for me... He said to wait downstairs."

"What do you mean?"

"Sending clothes? And medicine too?"

The two of them paused, somewhat confused.

However, Zhang Yan had no time to explain and quickly ran towards the terrace.

The two followed out of curiosity, leaning on the cool railing of the terrace and looking down.

Immediately afterwards, the three girls froze on the spot.

The night was deep, and fine snowflakes were falling silently.

Under the warm yellow glow of the streetlight below the flower shop, a Rolls-Royce Phantom with its hazard lights flashing is quietly parked on the side of the road.

The massive vehicle body resembles a black beast lurking in the night.

The Parthenon-style silver grille reflects a cold and majestic metallic sheen under the lights.

A thin layer of snow had already settled on the roof and hood of the car.

Beside the car stood a woman wearing a black belted coat and with her hair tied in a neat ponytail, standing silently.

With a tall and agile figure, he stood like a javelin in the wind and snow, carrying several shopping bags in his hands.

Snowflakes fell on her shoulders, and the light from the streetlights outlined her cold yet focused profile.

The scene was exquisite, aloof, and full of cinematic quality.

Seemingly noticing the commotion above, the woman looked up and gazed at the second-floor terrace.

The streetlights illuminated her face—

It was a beautiful face with extremely defined features, even somewhat androgynous.

His eyes were bright and sharp, carrying an indifference that kept strangers at bay.

He looks incredibly assertive and powerful.

(End of this chapter)