Kyoto kisses her

Chapter 119 Fireworks as a Symbol of Love
Hearing Huo Jingcheng's teasing tone, Su Ruoyun lowered her eyes, bit her lip angrily. She had been teased by this man twice in a row, and he even used this kind of thing to tease her. Naturally, she didn't have a good expression.

Seeing her unwell expression, Huo Jingcheng dared not say anything more. He wasn't the kind of person who liked to use a "suppression followed by a climax" approach. The transition from shock to surprise didn't feel like a surprise; the deliberately created sense of disparity distorted the surprise, making it lose all its original flavor.

He stood up, walked leisurely to Su Ruoyun's side, his eyes flashing, and his tone was somewhat teasing: "If this keeps up, you'll have oil bottles hanging from your mouth."

As Huo Jingcheng spoke, he reached out a large, well-defined hand and gripped her slender wrist tightly. The rise and fall of her pulse was clearly transmitted to his palm, one beat after another, connected to his meridians, flowing through his blood, and gradually vibrating into his heart.

Huo Jingcheng's expression was inexplicably confident. He leaned down, whispered in her ear, and said in a deep voice, "I'll take you somewhere else. You'll like it."

"...Really?" Su Ruoyun was silent for a moment, then turned to look at him, her tone flat and indifferent.

She had to deal with the mess she made herself. Huo Jingcheng gently stroked her inner wrist with his fingertips, as if to comfort her, and coaxed her in a low voice, "Really."

When leaving the private banquet, a designated driver was called. An hour later, the Cullinan was parked on the emergency lane of the Tongyun Bridge.

Looking down from the bridge, the water flows mightily from north to south. The Grand Canal meanders along the river, and the shimmering waves sparkle under the streetlights of the bridge and the bright moonlight, like scattered gold dust on a silken cloth woven from the river.

The designated driver had already left after crossing the bridge. The black Cullinan, like a lurking beast of the night, stood quietly, its body lines both sharp and smooth.

Huo Jingcheng leaned back in his seat, crossed his legs naturally, and closed his eyes as if he were dozing. Just as Su Ruoyun was about to call him, he suddenly opened his eyes, bent his long fingers and pinched the bridge of his nose, then opened the door and got out of the car. He walked around the front of the car and opened the other door for Su Ruoyun.

As soon as the door opened, the night breeze rushed in. Su Ruoyun subtly hugged her arms, her warm palms brushing against her slightly cool forearms, as if that would provide some relief.

It was already 9:30 p.m., and there weren't many vehicles crossing the bridge. Occasionally, a few would speed by.

On the bridge spanning the river, Su Ruoyun wore a halter-neck dress that didn't reach her knees, offering no warmth whatsoever. Her slender legs were exposed to the night, and she tried to keep them as close together as possible to minimize the area exposed to the cool breeze.

Huo Jingcheng's gaze inadvertently swept over the person beside him, catching her timid little movements. Without much hesitation, he deftly raised his hand and took off his trench coat.

The next second, his trench coat, still warm from his body, was gently draped over Su Ruoyun's shoulders.

Gone was the faint smell of tobacco; in its place was the calm and mellow aroma of ebony and sandalwood, which seemed to envelop her in an invisible warmth.

Huo Jingcheng wrapped his arms around her back, his thin trench coat covering her completely. The two were close together, and an ambiguous atmosphere spread in the night breeze. Su Ruoyun wrinkled her nose, able to smell the alcohol on him.

She sniffed intently, the aroma of white wine mingling with the scent of ebony in her lungs.

After Huo Jingcheng draped the trench coat over her shoulders, he naturally held the collar with both hands, looked down at her, and watched her sniff around like a little cub, a slight smile playing on his lips.

The next second, Su Ruoyun felt her trench coat slipping off her shoulders, and she quickly raised her hand to grab it. Out of the corner of her eye, she inadvertently met his unwavering gaze.

Their eyes met briefly in mid-air. The gaze lingered for only a second or two, but Su Ruoyun's heart raced faster and faster as she quickly looked away, her hands gripping her trench coat tightly.

Seeing this, Huo Jingcheng turned around, strolled to the bridge, casually rested his hands on the railing, and looked across the Grand Canal at the dark expanse on the opposite bank.

A moment later, a deep, magnetic voice drifted over: "Do you see that piece of land on the other side?"

Upon hearing this, Su Ruoyun subconsciously followed his gaze. This area was far from the city center and, compared to the city's prosperity, seemed somewhat lacking. She responded, wondering why Huo Jingcheng wanted to bring this up.

“Last month, the Municipal Natural Resources and Planning Bureau put out a tender, and Bank of China won the bid. If all goes well, by 2028, this land will be transformed into a landmark building; and by 2030, it will become a brand new commercial district.”

"If you had the chance, what would you like to build here?"

Su Ruoyun took a few steps forward and, like him, leaned against the railing, saying lazily, "I'm not an architect, I don't understand architecture. You should let your great architect Chen think about it."

Even so, she still pondered in her heart what kind of landmark could stand out and gain a place among the many iconic buildings of the ancient capital of six dynasties.

"What do you want to build?" Huo Jingcheng didn't say much, but simply asked again.

Su Ruoyun's eyes darted back and forth, she pursed her lips, and after thinking for a long time, she slowly said, "City of Light."

As she thought about it, she turned to look at Huo Jingcheng, "He's like a golden ball, preferably shining brightly 24 hours a day, all year round, like a sun that never sets."

As soon as she finished speaking, Su Ruoyun thought of the building's drawbacks: it was lit up all year round without stopping, and the amount of electricity it consumed was an astronomical figure that was hard to estimate.

She added, "I was just saying it offhand, don't take it seriously."

At this moment, Su Ruoyun could not have imagined that a month later, someone would stand against all opposition at the board meeting and do everything in their power to bring the Golden Globe model to fruition, while someone else would kneel on one knee by the canal with government approval in hand.

Three years later, a building that belongs solely to her will be completed in this ancient capital of six dynasties, the Celestial Empire/Capital.

As her words fell, a deafening roar echoed from afar, like a sigh from heaven and earth. Multiple dazzling arcs streaked across the night sky, soaring into the heavens and blooming into beautiful clusters of flowers. All sorts of fireworks burst forth, weaving together an indescribable splendor and brilliance, presenting a scene of fiery trees and silver flowers, emitting deafening "bang bang" sounds that shattered the silence of the night.

Su Ruoyun turned her head in surprise, her gaze fixed on the deep night sky, where brilliant fireworks exploded in the sky, instantly illuminating the darkness of the night and brightening her beautiful eyes.

Her gaze was fixed on the distant sky, her mind racing with thoughts. Since January 1, 2022, Beijing had implemented a city-wide ban on fireworks and firecrackers…

Thinking of something, Su Ruoyun turned to look at Huo Jingcheng, only to hear him ask her, "Do you like it?"

I'm sorry, I didn't write it. I'll definitely read it more tomorrow, mua.