My absurd experiences in North America over the years

The restaurant Ivanka chose is on East 55th Street in Midtown, called Shun Lee Palace.

She asked the driver to stop at the entrance, and after the doorman opened her side of the car, she got out first and waited for Li Fu.

When Li Fu got out of the car, he looked up and saw a dark-colored doorway, a golden signboard, and two lanterns swaying gently in the night breeze. From the outside, it looked like a standard Chinese restaurant.

"I've passed by this place several times, but I've never gone in," he said, unsure whether it was authentic or not.

"Then you've hit the jackpot tonight," Ivanka said, pushing open the door and stepping aside to let him in first. She was dressed more revealingly than usual today.

A low-cut top and a white pencil skirt perfectly accentuate her figure.

As Li Fu walked by, he inadvertently saw a large expanse of white snow, which made his gaze linger for a moment.

The restaurant is much bigger inside than it appears from the outside.

Dark wooden floors, warm yellow chandeliers, and several ink wash landscape paintings on the wall that don't look like prints but rather framed originals.

The tables were spaced far enough apart, covered with white tablecloths, and the silver cutlery gleamed softly under the lights. The overall ambiance was quite pleasant.

The waiters in the store wore dark vests with bow ties at the collar, and walked very quietly, as if afraid of disturbing someone's conversation.

Li Fu glanced around. The tables by the window were occupied by customers in suits and ties. Some were talking in hushed tones, while others were raising their glasses and laughing softly.

There was a table in the corner with three people sitting there. The profile of the person in the middle looked familiar to him, as if he had seen him on the front page of some newspaper. He might be a celebrity.

Ivanka said a few words to the head waiter, who bowed slightly and led them through the hall to a table at the back.

This is a great location; it's quiet and private, and you won't be noticed by people in the lobby.

When Li Fu pulled out a chair and sat down, he noticed that Ivanka was indeed a little different than usual today.

Her outfit was slightly sexy, but her temperament remained unique. Her hair was casually draped over her shoulders, and the two silver earrings on her earlobes gleamed softly under the warm yellow light.

When she sat down, she gently gathered the hem of her skirt with her fingers, perhaps because she wasn't used to wearing a bodycon skirt.

From Li Fu's perspective, the light fell on her face, making her features appear fair and soft, and giving her a radiant complexion.

This is a stark contrast to the capable and efficient Ivanka she presents in the office.

It was clearly the same face, but something deeper seemed to have changed. When she sat behind her desk, her back was always straight, and her chin was always slightly raised, exuding independence and pride.

But now, she leans back in her chair, tilting her head slightly, a faint smile playing on her lips, like a very docile cat.

"You look beautiful tonight," Li Fu couldn't help but exclaim.

Ivanka picked up her teacup, but didn't drink it immediately. Instead, she held it in her hands and said, half-jokingly, "So you mean you're not pretty usually?"

Li Fu couldn't help but smile. "You're all beautiful, but... you're especially radiant tonight."

Ivanka blushed slightly, gently brushing a strand of hair from her forehead with her fingers, and gave a soft hum. "Thank you... but I bet you've said that to a lot of girls!"

"Then you're really wronging me. A beauty like you is rare in this world. I've never even seen many," Li Fu said with an innocent shrug.

This was a scene the two of them had never experienced before.

Li Fu and her father met before they came (that chapter has been repeatedly rejected by the review committee).

Perhaps, as that all-knowing person said, a political and business family like the Forrests would find it difficult to accept a Chinese son-in-law.

And the Republican Party's core base of rednecks may not be willing for him to marry a daughter of the Forrest family.

Conservatives have their advantages, but sometimes being conservative also means being xenophobic.

However, the guy known as the "Nation Builder" by the Chinese people said that his family didn't care, that he wasn't involved in politics, didn't care about votes, and was willing to marry his daughter to him.

This is the difference between politics and business.

Whether or not Ivanka was specifically instructed by her father, she may really be about to launch her offensive against him.

The dishes were served quickly; the red oil from the boiled fish trembled slightly in the plate, and the aroma of Sichuan peppercorns wafted through the air.

Ivanka was surprisingly good with chopsticks. She picked up a piece of fish and placed it in Li Fu's bowl with a natural movement, as if she had done it many times before.

Then she picked up a piece for herself and ate it slowly.

"This restaurant has the best boiled fish in New York," she said, her tone gentler than usual. "There are two other good ones in Flushing too, I'll take you there next time."

"Okay," Li Fu nodded slightly, "but these Chinese dishes have been modified. If you like them, I'll take you to eat the most authentic ones if we have the chance."

"The most authentic?" Ivanka bit her lower lip. "Doesn't that mean going to China?"

"Of course," Li Fu put a piece of fish on her plate. "I'm just afraid you won't be willing to fly thousands of miles just to have a meal."

He said it casually, but Ivanka raised an eyebrow.

"You've never invited me before, how do you know if I'd like to?"

Deep down, she was certainly happy, even a little looking forward to it, to go to his hometown to meet his family, which would mean that their relationship had taken at least a step further.

Outside the window, the lights of Manhattan spread out in the night, and the neon lights seeped in through the gaps in the blinds, casting dappled patterns of light on the table.

The two sat at a dark wooden table, separated by several dishes and a pot of tea, looking at each other.

Li Fu's mind was in turmoil. Even though he was a time traveler and had made so many efforts, there was still considerable uncertainty about his future in North America.

Reality is just that cruel!

So, what is he insisting on sometimes?

Ivanka's eyes at that moment seemed to be filled with the dew of a summer evening, her love almost overflowing.

Opposite her was a young, upstart tycoon, as handsome as a young Keanu Reeves, who was building a business empire worth hundreds of billions, and whose aura was so dazzling.

Most importantly, he descended like a god and saved her family.

The two have been spending every day together these past few days; what girl could resist that?

Li Fu couldn't help but be moved by Ivanka's excellent figure, temperament, and appearance. He couldn't resist reaching out to touch her cheek, which was delicate, fair, and had a wonderful feel to it.

Ivanka's heart was beating very fast, and her breathing began to quicken.

She had imagined this moment countless times, but when it finally arrived, it moved her even more than she had ever imagined.

For a moment, she didn't know how to respond.

……

The meal was romantic and slow, though Ivanka thought it was slow; in fact, it was much faster than the last time.

After Li Fu finished eating, he took her hand and walked out. Thompson, who had been waiting at the door, immediately paid the bill and then got into the car to act as the driver to the most private hotel in New York.

Throughout the entire process, Ivanka felt her heart pounding so hard she couldn't stop, and her body felt like it was floating on clouds.

Until Li Fu opened the hotel room door.