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The silence in the hall grew longer and the atmosphere increasingly heavy. Cheng Sheng took a deep breath, intending to speak first and break the awkward silence: "Hu..."

"Just call me Sister Jing, after all, I'm a few years older than you." Hu Jing quickly interrupted him, her voice trembling slightly, and her blush deepened.

Cheng Sheng paused, then nodded, his tone tinged with guilt: "Yes, Sister Jing, I know it's too late to apologize now. What happened that night was actually..."

Before Cheng Sheng could finish speaking, Hu Jing suddenly raised her head, her eyes resolute, her cheeks flushed, and said, "Stop talking, Cheng Sheng. What happened that night is over. Let's pretend nothing happened. I'm getting married next year, and I don't want my husband to know about this, nor do I want it to affect our lives."

Seeing the pleading and determination in Hu Jing's eyes, Cheng Sheng felt even more guilty. He knew that Hu Jing really wanted to let go of the past and live a good life with her fiancé.

He was silent for a moment, then finally nodded and said softly, "Okay, I promise you. From now on, we'll pretend nothing happened and not bother each other. I wish you happiness in the future."

After saying that, Cheng Sheng suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. The guilt and embarrassment that had been weighing on his heart dissipated by most of it. Only then did he have time to take a good look at Hu Jing.

To be honest, Hu Jing was truly stunning. In Cheng Sheng's eyes, there was only one word to describe her: beautiful! Her features and face shape were so perfect that no one could find a single flaw.

Cheng Sheng particularly liked her period costume look, finding her gentle yet lively temperament exceptionally beautiful.

When many people mention Hu Jing, the first thing that comes to mind is her stunning beauty—her features are so three-dimensional that she seems to be a goddess who has stepped out of a painting, and her skin is fair, smooth, and so delicate that it is impossible not to see a flaw, making people want to take a second look.

Especially her captivating peach blossom eyes, with slightly upturned corners, clear and lively, as if they could speak. Every blink seemed to carry starlight, dazzling everyone's eyes.

Moreover, Hu Jing's face shape is also super perfect. Her heart-shaped face has a short but smooth outline, with just the right proportions of bone and flesh. Her face is full but without obvious angles, making her so exquisite that it makes people envious.

With this face shape, she can easily pull off both period dramas and modern dramas. Her period drama look is gentle and charming, while her modern look is capable and elegant. Every look is breathtakingly beautiful.

What's even more noteworthy is that Hu Jing's facial features are also incredibly distinctive, with a long midface and a short lower face, giving her a mature and sophisticated look. Her features are concentrated yet harmonious.

As a beauty with delicate features, she has close-set eyebrows and eyes, short eyes, a high and straight nose with a narrow nasal bone, and a full and short mouth. Every detail perfectly showcases her beauty. She is understated yet becomes more and more attractive the more you look at her.

In period dramas, Hu Jing can easily portray the image of a pure and beautiful woman, with a gentle look in her eyes that makes people feel as if they are seeing an ancient fairy descending to earth; while in modern dramas, she can perfectly interpret the role of a strong career woman, with a temperament that combines competence and elegance that is truly irresistible.

In short, Hu Jing's appearance is the epitome of beauty. No matter which angle you look at her from, you can feel her unique charm. Who wouldn't love such a beauty?

The two then fell silent, sitting quietly until Zeng Li came down from the second floor.

"What did you two talk about?" After satisfying her physical needs, Zeng Li's stomach felt much better, and her face regained its usual smile as she asked the two men. Cheng Sheng and Hu Jing exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with a sense of openness, then smiled at each other and said in unison, "We talked about what we were having for lunch."

Seeing that the two were speaking in such sync, Zeng Li looked at Cheng Sheng strangely, then at Hu Jing, a hint of teasing flashing in her eyes—if she didn't know that Hu Jing was getting married next year and that Cheng Sheng was her boyfriend, she would have thought that the two of them were a couple.

“I’m not eating those sashimi anymore.” Zeng Li sat down next to Cheng Sheng again, frowned and said, “My stomach upset earlier might have been caused by the sashimi I ate last night. It’s so hard to digest.”

"Then I'll take you to eat Nyonya cuisine later," Hu Jing said with a smile, her tone full of enthusiasm. "This is a specialty dish that combines Chinese cooking techniques with Malaysian spices. The taste is very unique, and you'll definitely love it if you try it. In addition, there's poached chicken with handmade chicken rice balls, which is also a local signature dish. Many tourists come here specifically to eat it."

“Wait, we can have Nyonya food, but forget about the poached chicken.” Upon hearing about the poached chicken dish, Cheng Sheng immediately interrupted Hu Jing, his tone carrying a hint of resistance.

"Cheng Sheng, don't you like chicken?" Hu Jing looked at him with a puzzled expression. "White-cut chicken is a specialty of Malacca. It's tender and juicy, and almost everyone who comes here to visit tries it."

"It's not that I don't eat chicken, it's just that this dish isn't really my thing." Cheng Sheng shook his head and explained, "I'm a bit resistant to handmade things; I always feel like they're not hygienic."

He didn't say it explicitly, but he had heard people say before that the handmade chicken rice grains here were made by hand. He felt disgusted at the thought that the person making the rice grains might not be hygienic or might have touched something unclean.

Although Cheng Sheng didn't say it explicitly, Hu Jing vaguely understood what he meant and couldn't help but smile and say, "Don't worry, the people who make the chicken rice balls wear disposable gloves, and the whole process is sterile. It's absolutely clean and hygienic, and there won't be any of the situations you're worried about."

"I'd better not." Cheng Sheng was still somewhat resistant, shaking his head: "I'll always have a lingering fear in my mind. Even if I know it's clean, I still won't be able to eat it."

Zeng Li shook her head and echoed, "I won't eat it either. The thought of it being rubbed by hand makes me uncomfortable. I'd rather just eat Nyonya food."

Seeing that the two insisted on not eating the dish, Hu Jing did not force them. She smiled and nodded, and then introduced them to other delicacies in Malacca, her tone still enthusiastic.

Actually, Cheng Sheng didn't particularly like Malacca's cuisine. The dishes here were mostly grilled or steamed, with very few stir-fried dishes.

Because Malacca was once colonized by the West, its cuisine blends Eastern and Western cultures, and its streets and alleys are filled with century-old shops and night markets, making it a food hub in Southeast Asia.

However, Cheng Sheng was used to eating home-style dishes in China, and he couldn't muster much interest in this kind of cuisine that blended Eastern and Western styles.

However, under Hu Jing's enthusiastic invitation, Cheng Sheng couldn't refuse and went out with the two women to sample the local Nyonya cuisine. (End of Chapter)