A small candy

Chapter 38 Let’s go to Switzerland to see the snow
Jian Ling pulled herself out of Cheng Zhixu's embrace, ran to the French window, and lifted a corner of the curtain to look out. The orange streetlights illuminated a corner, and glistening snowflakes fell with a crackling sound, making subtle noises wherever they hit.

The howling north wind swirled around my ears through the windowpane. Outside, it was a world of ice and snow, but the heating in the room was slowly pouring in, bringing such warmth. The projector played a summery anime, and everything was so cozy and comfortable.

This is the first snow of this winter, and the one she loves is by her side.

There is nothing better than this.

Jian Ling raised her hands high, leaned against the French window and whimpered. Just as she was about to admire the snow scene for a while longer, a strong arm came across her waist, exerted force, and easily picked her up by the waist.

"Why are you running around barefoot? If you catch a cold, you'll be the one who'll suffer." Cheng Zhixu was still haunted by her last experience with a fever and cough. He carried her to the sofa and wrapped her in a blanket. "I'm going to take a shower. Just stay here."

Cheng Zhixu turned to leave, but Jian Ling remembered something, struggled out of the blanket, and grabbed his fingers: "Have you eaten yet?"

"No." Cheng Zhixu was in a hurry to get back. The direct flight was at the wrong time, so he had to change flights to appear in front of her at this time. He didn't have time to have dinner.

Jian Ling jumped off the sofa, found her plush bunny slippers and put them on, then said eagerly, "I'll go to the kitchen and make you a bowl of noodles!"

Cheng Zhixu suspected he was hallucinating. He paused for a moment and asked for confirmation, "What did you say? Order me takeout?"

"I said, I will cook a bowl of noodles for you myself!" Jian Ling stood on tiptoe and yelled in his ear.

What did that look mean? Didn't he trust her to handle it?
Cheng Zhixu narrowed her dark eyes slightly, with a look of resistance on her face: "No, no, it's snowing outside, let's not add to the work of the firefighters." He touched her head with a big hand, "Be good, watch your anime, and I'll cook for you after you take a shower."

"Hey! What does this have to do with firefighters..." Halfway through her words, Jian Ling suddenly understood what he meant. Was he saying that she would blow up the kitchen?
Cheng Zhixu didn't explain. He carried his suitcase to the second bedroom, found a set of pajamas in the closet, and went to the bathroom to shower. The hot water from the shower head poured down. He smoothed his black hair back, tilted his neck back, and let his slightly protruding Adam's apple roll. He let the hot water wash over his face, and the fatigue in his body was washed away with the water.

Jian Ling went downstairs alone and entered the kitchen. She took out tomatoes and eggs from the refrigerator, along with the handmade noodles her aunt had bought a few days ago. As she fiddled with them, she muttered to herself, "Don't look down on me. I even made some bagged snail noodles myself last night, okay?"

After taking a shower, Cheng Zhixu wiped the water droplets on his hair with a clean white towel in his hand, and pushed open the door of the audio-visual room. The anime was still playing, but the people inside were gone.

He turned and headed for the master bedroom, but Jian Ling wasn't there. Just then, he heard footsteps on the stairs. He looked in the direction of the sound and saw Jian Ling approaching, carrying a wooden tray. A bowl of steaming tomato and egg noodles sat on it, her face obscured by the white steam.

Cheng Zhixu watched her approach cautiously, his dark, narrow eyes flickering. He paused to rub his hair and asked, feigning ignorance, "Is takeout so high-end now?"

Jian Ling's face darkened in an instant, and she was about to argue with him when Cheng Zhixu stepped forward, a towel draped over his neck. Water droplets from the ends of his hair were still dripping down, one drop after another, into the towel. He reached out and took the tray from her hand, quite moved: "Thank you, my girlfriend, for the loving dinner."

Only then did Jian Ling realize that she had been deceived by him. He had already guessed that it was her who did it.

"Don't you know how to cook?" Cheng Zhixu simply went into the audio-visual room, put the wooden tray on the coffee table, and sat on the carpet beside the coffee table like she usually did. However, he was tall and had long legs, so he couldn't move freely and his posture was inevitably awkward.

"Even if you haven't eaten pork, you've seen pigs run." Jian Ling hugged her knees and sat next to him. She found the remote control and turned down the volume of the animation so that she could hear him more clearly. "When you and Auntie were cooking, I watched you. You'll get the hang of it after watching a few times."

Unfortunately, she didn't end up like the heroines in idol dramas who either cut or burned their fingers when cooking for the hero for the first time. Although she was a little flustered the first time, it went smoothly overall, probably because the noodles she cooked were relatively simple.

Cheng Zhixu picked up the chopsticks, picked up a handful of noodles and put them into his mouth. Surprise flashed in his dark eyes. It was unexpectedly delicious.

"How is it? Is it delicious?" Jian Ling looked at him expectantly. After a second, when she didn't hear his response, she put her hands on her hips and threatened arrogantly, "If you dare to say it's not delicious, you're dead."

Cheng Zhixu was eating noodles. He choked when he heard this and said with a smile, "It's delicious. Haven't you tried it yourself?"

"Huh, I knew it." Jian Ling's heart suddenly blossomed. She held her chin with her hands and smiled foolishly for a moment. She glanced at the animation on the projection screen, and found that it was not as interesting as watching her boyfriend, so she turned her head back.

To be honest, she had never seen Cheng Zhixu like this.

In the past, when they had dinner together, he would leave at the appointed time and drive back to his other residence. He was now wearing a two-piece pajamas, pure black flannel, with a lapel and unbuttoned collar, revealing skin as white as snow and a thin, sharp collarbone. His hair, half-dried, hung in a messy pattern. His profile was stern, and he ate his noodles with an elegant and refined manner.

Jian Ling was watching intently when the phone on the coffee table suddenly rang, pulling her back from her thoughts. She lowered her eyes and glanced at the man beside her, "It's your phone."

Cheng Zhixu was also really hungry. He had no time to look at his phone. He lowered his head and concentrated on eating noodles: "Please help me take a look."

Jian Ling leaned over and picked up his phone, hesitating for a moment: "I saw it, ok?"

"Ah."

Only after getting Cheng Zhixu's approval did she turn on the screen. His phone didn't even have a lock screen password; clicking on it would take her straight to the home page. This was also why she had accidentally taken his phone and was able to take so many selfies—if he had a lock screen password, she wouldn't have done such a stupid thing.

It’s really hard to look back on the past.

Jian Ling helped him check the message. It was a WeChat message from Yu Zhijin, asking him whether he would go home for the New Year's Day holiday.

"Your mother asked you if you will go home during the New Year's Day holiday." Jian Ling conveyed this to him.

Cheng Zhixu drank a mouthful of noodle soup and looked at her thoughtfully. Jian Ling was a little confused by his gaze. She touched her earlobe and urged, "Auntie is asking you, how do you reply?"

Cheng Zhixu: "Not going home."

Jian Ling said "oh" and imitated Cheng Zhixu's tone to reply to Yu Zhijin.

Yu Zhijin quickly sent a long message: "Cheng Zhixu, you didn't listen to a word I said to you last time, right? My friends' sons your age are already married, and some have children! You're really driving me crazy! I called Minglang and asked, you have the three days of New Year's Day off, and you don't have any work arrangements. What are you going to do if you don't go home? You better give me a reasonable explanation!"

These words presented Jian Ling with the image of a furious woman. She shook her head, implying that she couldn't think that way about Cheng Zhixu's mother. Unsure how to respond, Jian Ling read Yu Zhijin's message to Cheng Zhixu, who, with his eyelids twitching, said calmly, "No need to reply."

Jian Ling suppressed her laughter and said, "Okay, you can reply later."

Cheng Zhixu finished his noodles, stretched out his arm to grab the paper box, pulled out a tissue from it, wiped the corners of his mouth, got up from the carpet, tidied up briefly, and took the tray and dishes downstairs.

Perhaps because Cheng Zhixu didn't reply, Yu Zhijin didn't send any more messages.

Jian Ling pressed the return button, and the phone interface returned to the "Message" column. She looked from bottom to top and quickly found her WeChat avatar. She took another look at the notes and took a breath.

A pig in the palm of your hand? Is Cheng Zhixu serious?
Cheng Zhixu came up from the first floor and pushed open the door to see Jian Ling standing on the sofa with a condescending attitude, one hand on her waist and the other hand holding a mobile phone pointing at him, with the momentum of holding a sword.

He was startled and stood by the door without coming in.

"Cheng Zhixu, I asked you to change the WeChat note before, and you changed it to this?" Jian Ling raised her phone and pointed it at him. The bright light from the screen fell on her face, making her angry expression vivid and interesting.

"You peeked at my phone?" Cheng Zhixu avoided the question.

"You showed it to me."

"Have you checked your Moments?" Cheng Zhixu asked.

Jian Ling paused, wanting to ask him, "Why am I looking at your Moments? I can see it on my own phone." But meeting the man's penetrating gaze, she couldn't help but click on his profile picture and scroll to the Moments section.

At a glance, she found that several recent Moments posts were ones she had never seen, mixed in with two that she had seen before.

December 12: "Still in Colombo. Not sure if I can make it back, but I'll try my best."

December 12: "I only chatted with her three times today. She seemed uninterested. I wonder if she was unhappy."

December 12: "Ms. Yu called me again and asked me to come home. I wanted to tell her directly that I had a girlfriend, but I was worried that if I told her, I would have to meet her parents, and she didn't seem ready."

November 11: "She ate less at lunch. I don't know if it's because of work pressure."

November 11: "I heard during our chat that she likes snowy days. Haha, she's so weak and still likes cold weather. Forget it, I'll find a chance to take her to Switzerland. The snow there is beautiful."

……

Jian Ling's breathing became slower and slower, until she finally held her breath. All of these Moments were set to "visible only to me," meaning no one except Cheng Zhixu could see them. All of these updates were about her.

Scrolling further, she saw two updates she had seen before: one was the bouquet of red roses she had given him, and the other was a photo of the beautiful moonlight she had taken the night he came to the apartment to pick up something.

Jian Ling noticed that there were "two gray men next to each other" icons under the two Moments, which meant "partially visible", that is, only he and she could see it.

Cheng Zhixu walked over from the door, his eyes locked on her, and asked with a smile, "Haven't you finished reading it yet?" He didn't post on WeChat Moments often, so if I remembered correctly, there weren't many.

Jian Ling's gaze slowly shifted from her phone to him. She blinked, and for no reason, her nose felt sore and her eyes felt hot. "I know about the roses you sent, but what does that photo of the moon mean?"

Cheng Zhixu raised his eyebrows: "I like you, don't you understand?"

Could it be...

Jian Ling was stunned for a moment, and finally understood - the moonlight is so beautiful tonight!
How slow she was that she had not thought of this.

Cheng Zhixu carried the girl down from the sofa, sat on it himself, and held her close to his chest. He flicked her forehead with his finger and said in a clear and pleasant voice, "I hinted so clearly, but someone didn't react at all."

Jian Ling didn't know where her hand was pressing, and the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling window opposite suddenly opened slowly to both sides, revealing the falling snow outside the window.

The snow fell heavily, no longer individual snowflakes, but like goose feathers, in flakes and clusters, which were beautiful under the lights all over the city.

Jian Ling forgot what she was going to say for a moment. She looked at the snow outside the window and murmured, "It's snowing so heavily."

Cheng Zhixu asked: "Do you want to go to Switzerland to see the snow?"

Jian Ling turned around and looked at him, not understanding what he meant.

Cheng Zhixu lowered his head, nuzzling her cheek with his tall nose. His breath was warm, and his voice was deep and coaxing, "Let's go to Switzerland together on New Year's Day."

Jian Ling was stunned. At that time, Cheng Zhixu's mother had sent him a message asking if he would be home for New Year's Day. She also learned from Minglang that he had no work plans for the holiday. It turned out that he wanted to take her to Switzerland to see the snow.

Cheng Zhixu didn't hear a response, so he pinched the back of her hand and said, "Are you going? The tickets are already bought."

Jian Ling nodded heavily, then rushed over and hugged his neck: "Go."

　Although Fox Cheng always makes our Princess Lingling angry, I really love her~~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)