A small candy

Chapter 41 What do you like about me?
With Coach Cheng's patient guidance and corrections, Jian Ling finally began to skate properly. Although she could only skate a short distance each time, Coach Cheng said she felt a great sense of accomplishment at seeing her progress.

Just as Jian Ling's mood was rising, a little boy of about four or five came careening down the snowboard beside her, spinning mid-slide and coming to a perfect stop. The boy was wearing a light blue cotton jacket and the same turtle-shaped hip protector as Jian Ling, without even using ski poles.

Jian Ling had a heart attack. She had studied for so long but was still no better than a child!

So, she gave up the idea of taking a break and took Cheng Zhixu's arm to continue practicing skiing, striving to surpass the little brat's skiing skills.

When Cheng Zhixu heard her lofty ambitions, he smiled and said, "You've got great potential." Why bother with a little kid?

As the saying goes, where there is a will, there is a way. Jian Ling fell down and got up again and again. In the end, she not only skied well, but also skied with ease. She threw her ski poles aside, stood up and brought her two skis together when she braked, put her hands behind her back, and smiled in the wind.

Coach Cheng was so convinced that he almost gave her a small red flower on her chest as a reward.

From this, he could see that Jian Ling had the mentality of a child, very susceptible to "provocation". The more she was told that she couldn't do it, the more she wanted to prove it to others. Just like Ye Guizhou said that she couldn't persist until the end of the internship, she was determined to make achievements and pass the assessment.

There was no red flower, so Cheng Zhixu rewarded her with a big meal.

At noon, the two enjoyed a local meal in the restaurant, took a short break and then went to walk around the town.

Jian Ling was still dressed the same way as in the morning. She was afraid of the cold, so Cheng Zhixu held her hand in his and put it in her pocket. She had always thought this action was so warm and romantic when watching idol dramas before, and now she finally had the chance to experience it. She secretly sighed that it was indeed very warm, and most importantly, she felt sweet in her heart.

"Boss Cheng, what do you like about me?" Jian Ling blurted out. The next second, she remembered his answer when she asked him this question last time. She scratched his palm and said, "Don't say it's because I'm cute and stupid."

Cheng Zhixu turned sideways to block the wind for her. In his memory, Shen Qinghe had also asked this question, not long ago, asking her why she chose Jian Ling.

What did he say then? There's no logic or reason to feelings. Liking someone is simply liking them. A single heartbeat is enough proof.

Facing Jian Ling's question, he obviously couldn't answer like that. Although in his understanding, it was indeed difficult to find a suitable word to explain liking someone, it was a feeling. When the feeling was right, a reminder popped up in his heart: Yes, this is the person. I want to be with her for a long, long time.

"Because when I'm with you, I don't have to think so much. I feel relaxed and happy. The result of this feeling continuing to ferment is the desire to possess and last." Cheng Zhixu looked down at her and saw her cheeks, hidden in the scarf, slowly turning a light red. He couldn't help but pinch them, and his voice dropped, "No one else has ever made me feel this way."

Jian Ling's heart was moved by his warm fingers. She tilted her head, keeping her cheek away from his hand, and said in a serious tone, "What if you meet someone who makes you feel this way in the future? What if you don't like me anymore?"

Cheng Zhixu hesitated: "Do you really have to go against me?"

Jian Ling shook his arm: "Answer me."

Cheng Zhixu didn't want to stand there chatting with her in the wind anymore, so he pulled her into a café behind him. The café in this small place was sparsely decorated, with retro-style ornaments everywhere. It was a snowy day, with only a few people sitting around small round tables, talking in hushed tones. A small TV on the wall played old movies from the 1960s and 1970s.

The two ordered coffee and dessert and sat by the window.

Cheng Zhixu continued the previous topic: "This involves the issue of marriage and morality. Are you sure you want to discuss this with me? I don't deny that the world is so big, and there will always be women who are more perfect than you, but I have set my heart on you. No matter how good those people are or how strong the feelings they bring to me, I will not have any special thoughts about them. They have nothing to do with me. This may be a bit realistic, and you may not understand."

Jian Ling shook her head. No, she could totally understand what he said.

Of course, she didn't think that she was the most suitable woman for Cheng Zhixu in the world. Since she met him at the right time, this was their fate.

She might not have understood it well before, but after what happened with Shen Qinghe, she understood it all too well. If the timing is wrong, everything is in vain.

Cheng Zhixu took a sip of coffee, perhaps because it didn't suit his taste. He frowned slightly and asked her with his chin propped up, "What about you? Why do you like me? And why did you fall in love with me...at first sight?"

Jian Ling scooped a spoonful of tiramisu, but before she put it in her mouth, she almost couldn't hold the spoon when she heard the words. Seeing Cheng Zhixu staring at her in confusion, she looked away and stammered, "You, you are pretty."

Cheng Zhixu paused stirring his coffee with a spoon and uttered two words lightly: "Superficial."

"I'm just an ordinary person, so why shouldn't I be superficial?" Jian Ling took a sip of the tiramisu, which was so sweet that it made her throat sticky. "After getting to know you, I found that you are a really nice person."

Cheng Zhixu leaned his forearm against the edge of the table and hummed, "Be more specific."

Jian Ling put down the spoon, sat upright with her arms folded like a primary school student, and counted carefully: "Look, you are gentlemanly, polite, caring, gentle, and can cook. Aren't these advantages enough?" If that is not enough, he is also capable and can manage such a large group. Of course, nothing can stump him.

Cheng Zhixu reluctantly accepted it, but still felt something was wrong. Later he thought about it and realized that there were many people who had these advantages. It might be that people are drawn to groups, and most of his friends had these traits.

Thinking of this, he felt unhappy and blocked.

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In the cold winter, the wind is like an ice blade, blowing painfully on people's faces. However, a hug between lovers can always dispel all the cold.

Cheng Zhixu and Jian Ling spent most of the day wandering outside in the cold, occasionally huddling together to chat, but mostly in silence. Strangely, the atmosphere didn't feel awkward or chilly. They browsed souvenir shops, bought gifts for their families, and enjoyed cheese fondue and racelette. Cheng Zhixu ordered a local beer and leaned lazily back in his chair, wearing only a turtleneck sweater. His skin was pale, his elbows resting on the table, his fingers gripping the square-necked mug. Occasionally, he tilted his head back to take a sip, his slightly protruding Adam's apple rolling. His casual demeanor was captivating.

Jian Ling couldn't drink, so she picked up her milk cup and drank with him. The girl's cheeks were red in the firelight.

Cheng Zhixu was worried that she would catch a cold, so he took her to a hot spring before returning to the B&B.

The open-air area was surrounded by swirling gray-white mist, creating a fairyland-like atmosphere. Men and women bathed separately, and after changing clothes, they went to their respective hot springs.

Jian Ling leaned against the pool wall, her phone in a transparent sealed bag, and sent a message to Cheng Zhixu: "Send me the photos you took of me today. I want to post them on WeChat Moments."

Soon, Cheng Zhixu sent over a dozen photos, all taken during their daytime outing, some group shots and some individual ones. She also took some on her phone, dozens in total.

Jian Ling looked through the photos one by one, selected the nine most satisfactory ones, opened the photo editing app, and started the long editing process. After finishing the editing, she posted it to her Moments with the caption - Romantic trip to Switzerland, nice!

Of the nine photos she posted, some showed her skiing at a ski resort, completely covered in winter gear and a helmet, stepping on her skis, raising her hands above her head and making a heart sign to the camera; some showed her browsing a souvenir shop, holding various handmade souvenirs, winking at the camera or smiling; and some were simply pictures of the scenery and delicious food...

Cheng Zhixu gave a thumbs up immediately.

In the next half hour, family, relatives and friends all liked and commented on the post.

Dai Wangchu: "I wish you and the boss have fun!"

Jian Ling replied to Dai Wangchu: "Okay."

Minglang: "It looks like a lot of fun. Can I ask Miss Jian for some strategies?"

Jian Ling replied clearly: "You'll have to ask your boss about this. He made the strategy."

Ye Xianxin: "It's snowing so heavily. Take care of yourself outside and don't catch a cold."

Jian Ling replied to Ye Xianxin: "I'm wearing something super thick, thank you, mom."

Jian Zumao: "Is the money enough? Daddy will transfer some to you?"

Jian Ling replied to Jian Zumao: "That's enough."

Cheng Zhixu paid for the air tickets and accommodation, and he also treated her to lunch. She had only paid for one dinner so far.

As soon as Jian Ling refreshed the page, a new comment popped up.

Ye Guizhou: "The fifth photo, the man's hand on the table, who is that?"

Jian Ling's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly clicked on the fifth photo. This photo was taken by her, and it was of cheese fondue, with the purpose of sharing the local delicacy. However, she didn't notice that Cheng Zhixu's hand was in the corner of the photo. She remembered that he was sipping a beer at the time.

Does Ye Guizhou have his own microscope?!
It was impossible for Jian Ling to ignore this comment, because Ye Guizhou's comment was seen by Ye Xianxin and Jian Zumao, and they also asked about it.

Ye Xianxin: "Aren't you traveling with Dai Wangchu? Are there other male colleagues as well?"

Jian Zumao: "Be careful when you're in a foreign country. If you're approached by a strange man, ignore him."

Obviously, the two of them were not thinking the same thing. Ye Xianxin thought that the person traveling with her was a male colleague from the company, while Jian Zumao thought that it was a foreign man who was approaching her.

Jian Ling was at a loss, her eyes glancing around the water surface randomly. She put her cell phone on the shore, dived into the hot spring, dodged for a while, came out, wiped the water off her face, and faced reality again.

Her eyelashes were covered with water droplets. She wiped them with a towel from the tray on the shore, picked up her phone, took a deep breath, and replied to the three elders one by one: "It's not a male colleague or someone who is trying to flirt with me. It's just a man who shares the table with us."

Fortunately, she was quick-witted and came up with this perfect excuse, and all three parents believed it. However, the person involved was not satisfied and sent a private message to Jian Ling.

Orange Juice: "Am I sharing a table?"

Orange Juice: "Jian Ling, do you think I can't see it?"

Jian Ling covered her face. How could she have forgotten that Ye Guizhou and Cheng Zhixu were mutual friends? He could see the comment she had replied to him.

I appeased this one but offended that one. Jian Ling cried out, it’s so hard for me!
　Our Cheng Fox will soon be out of the cold palace, and is now on the verge of being exposed~~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)