Kyoto kisses her

Chapter 90 isn't going to be a confession to you, is it?
Su Ruoyun took the elevator upstairs and walked to the restaurant entrance. A waiter waiting at the door asked her softly if she had a reservation. She held her bag in her left hand and said her name. The waiter immediately smiled and said, "Miss Su, this way please."

Su Ruoyun followed behind her to the door. The waiter opened the door to the private room, raised his arm halfway to make a "please" gesture, and closed the door behind him as she stepped into the room.

Stepping into the private room, the warm yellow light shone on the floor, illuminating the bright space. Huo Jingcheng was already waiting inside, and upon seeing her enter, he stood up to greet her.

"Have you been waiting for a long time?"

Out of politeness, Su Ruoyun offered a greeting.

Huo Jingcheng reached out and took Su Ruoyun's bag with a very natural movement. He then walked to the floor-standing coat rack next to him, hung the bag up, and then turned around: "Luckily, I didn't have to wait too long."

In order to align with the International Tea Party's original intention of promoting traditional culture, Su Ruoyun specially changed into a new Chinese-style dress for today's event.

The skirt is made of light-colored moon-white silk, embroidered with delicate cloud patterns and outlined with gold thread, giving it a unique Chinese elegance and dynamism. It blends traditional and modern aesthetics. The stand-up collar with its exquisite knotted buttons fits the neck perfectly, showcasing a dignified and elegant temperament.

The skirt flares out in a fishtail shape, swaying with every step, showcasing the grace and gentleness of an Eastern woman. The side slits are just right, revealing slender, straight legs and inadvertently exuding a touch of charm.

She raised her hand to gather her loose long hair, preparing to sit down.

Seeing this, Huo Jingcheng, with his upright posture, walked leisurely to the chair. He acted first, grasped the back of the chair with both hands, and gentlemanly pulled the chair out for her. Then he turned his head to look at Su Ruoyun, silently gesturing for her to sit down.

His gentle and refined gentlemanly demeanor made Su Ruoyun feel very uncomfortable and uneasy.

She subconsciously pursed her lips, took a few steps in her high heels, and sat down at the table. She gathered her skirt with her hands, and as she slowly sat down, the chair behind her moved forward an inch, so that she was perfectly seated in the right position.

Su Ruoyun lifted her eyelids and glanced at Huo Jingcheng unintentionally, only to have her eyes meet his. His eyes were full of indifference, and he even raised an eyebrow at her, his expression turning wanton and frivolous.

Seeing that familiar face, she unconsciously pursed her lips again and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness, it was still him. She had just thought that Huo Jingcheng had been possessed by someone.

After the two were seated, they pressed the order bell. A waiter came in with an electronic ordering machine. After taking their order, the chef pushed the food cart in with steady steps, followed closely by a musician holding a violin.

The chef skillfully placed one meticulously prepared dish after another on the table. The dishes looked enticing, and their aromas filled the air instantly. He introduced a few of his signature dishes, then bowed slightly and said with a professional smile, "Enjoy your meal."

After speaking, the chef pushed the food cart out of the private room, and the violinist standing to the side elegantly raised his bow, and a melodious tune instantly flowed out.

Su Ruoyun didn't study violin, but she had heard this famous piece—the violin concerto "The Butterfly Lovers," which is based on the love story of Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai, a love that faced death but lived on.

The piece lasted twenty minutes, and Su Ruoyun kept her eyes down the whole time, staring blankly at the knife and fork on the tablecloth. She couldn't figure out what Huo Jingcheng meant.

She picked up the glass of warm water beside her, raised her chin slightly, and took a small sip. The warm water flowed over her lips. Using the glass as a cover, she looked at him discreetly, only to find her eyes meeting his.

The man sat upright to the side, his thin lips slightly parted, almost imperceptibly. No words escaped his lips as they moved, only the silent changes in his mouth shape uttered three words: "Spying on me?"

With a hint of mockery.

"..." Su Ruoyun.

……

Midway through the dinner.

Huo Jingcheng lowered his gaze, glanced at the phone screen, then swiftly reached out and snatched the phone into his palm: "I have something to do, I'm going out for a bit."

At that moment, Su Ruoyun was drinking lychee shaved ice. It was a time of rising temperatures, and after drinking a bowl of lychee shaved ice, the sweet lychee pulp mixed with crushed ice felt refreshingly cool. She nodded, placed the spoon in the white porcelain bowl, and watched Huo Jingcheng's figure disappear behind the door before turning her gaze away and continuing to eat her shaved ice.

She held the spoon and put the crushed ice and lychee white flesh into her mouth, the silky sweet taste spreading between her taste buds.

After finishing her small bowl of dessert, Su Ruoyun touched her slightly bulging stomach, feeling full. She got up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the dazzling night view of Shanghai.

As an economic capital, Shanghai's night view is completely different from that of Beijing. The skyscrapers are brightly lit, like a never-ending extravagant and decadent spectacle.

The night in Shanghai was still young when Li Li called her. She turned her gaze away from the night view, tapped the screen with her fingertips, and answered the phone: "Hello."

The call was a video call, so Li Li was able to accurately focus on the night view outside the window.

"Are you in Shanghai?" Although it was phrased as a question, the tone was full of certainty.

She subconsciously glanced back out the window, but from this angle, no landmarks were visible: "You can even tell that?"

“Yeah,” Li Li raised an eyebrow smugly, “I came to this restaurant with my cousin when we came to Shanghai last time. They say it has the best night view in Shanghai.”

The most beautiful?
Su Ruoyun turned her head and looked again. The clock tower on the Bund and the skyscrapers in Lujiazui faced each other across the river, complementing each other. Cruise ships on the Huangpu River sailed slowly, and the river surface reflected colorful lights, like a galaxy scattered on earth.

Li Li casually asked, "Do you eat alone, or with someone?"

"I'm treating one of the customers at the teahouse to dinner." With that, Su Ruoyun held her phone in her hand as she got up and walked back to the table.

By accident, the red wine on the table was captured in the photo.

Li Li, with his sharp eyes, spotted it immediately and blurted out, "Romanée-Conti, from 05."

She stared at the "since 2005" lettering and numbers on the bottle, clicked her tongue twice, and shook her head. "This is the wine you want?"

Su Ruoyun. "No."

The red wine was prepared by Huo Jingcheng.

"Is it a male or female customer who's spending so generously?" Li Li asked curiously.

“A man,” Su Ruoyun replied casually, while absentmindedly picking at her chopsticks.

Li Li: "Where is he now?"

"I just went out," Su Ruoyun replied casually.

For some reason, Li Li suddenly felt something was off. He tilted his head, pondering Su Ruoyun's words over and over: a Michelin three-star restaurant, top-quality wine, stunning night view, and then the other party leaving halfway through...

Her mind raced, and she blurted out without thinking, "Holy crap, is she going to confess her feelings to you?"

No sooner had she said that than Su Ruoyun, who had just swallowed a mouthful of red wine, choked on it.

"Cough cough cough-"

Bamboo: What's going on here?