Reborn in 2006, I met Mr. Zhou from the past.

Su Fengnan saw another pot of green chrysanthemums, which was even larger than the previous one and was in full bloom.

"You really like green?" Zhou Chenyu asked, turning his head to the side.

Su Fengnan paused for a few seconds, then replied softly, "Well, it depends on what it is."

"How so?" Zhou Chenyu looked at her curiously.

"If we're just talking about colors, I actually prefer blue. But if we're talking about flowers, like chrysanthemums and plum blossoms, I prefer green chrysanthemums and green plum blossoms."

"Blue chrysanthemums are also available."

"Yes, I know. It's a pity that Zhucheng doesn't have this variety." Su Fengnan sighed regretfully. "It's already quite rare to see such a small chrysanthemum exhibition in Zhucheng."

"Why would you think that?"

Su Fengnan smiled helplessly, everything was understood without words.

Zhou Chenyu inexplicably understood the helplessness behind that smile. It wasn't hard to guess; aside from external factors, the internal reason was simply that the local cultural heritage hadn't received enough attention from the authorities. However, seeing how much she enjoyed the chrysanthemum exhibition, his trip wasn't in vain. Moreover, he had used the opportunity to figure out the young girl's preferences.

What a person likes can indeed reflect their personality, attitude towards life, and even their inner psychological world to a great extent. He seemed to have learned a little more about the young girl in front of him.

The two strolled around the courtyard, taking pictures as they went. Zhou Chenyu's gaze never left Su Fengnan, and she even secretly took quite a few photos of her—of course, Su Fengnan was unaware of this.

After they had explored enough, the two went to the rest area, where tea, drinks, desserts, and snacks were available.

"What would you like to drink?" Zhou Chenyu asked.

Su Fengnan glanced at the items in the display case: "A cup of jasmine tea and a piece of matcha tiramisu."

"Hello, two cups of jasmine tea and a matcha tiramisu," Zhou Chenyu said to the waiter before paying.

Since Su Fengnan was out with Zhou Chenyu, she decided not to argue about the expenses, after all, men still care about their image.

A short while later, the two found a seat by the window. Zhou Chenyu watched Su Fengnan eat her cake bite by bite and thought to herself: She really likes green, even choosing matcha for her cake.

Su Fengnan was genuinely hungry. It was already noon, and she didn't know if there was anything to eat nearby. She was most afraid of being hungry, as it easily led to low blood sugar, so she decided to eat a piece of cake to tide her over.

She finished the small piece of cake in just a few bites. Seeing this, Zhou Chenyu smiled indulgently and asked, "Are you hungry? Here's another piece to tide you over. I'll take you to eat something delicious later."

Su Fengnan shook her head: "No need, one piece is enough."

Zhou Chenyu didn't believe her and got up to go buy it, saying, "You wait here."

Su Fengnan quickly tugged at his sleeve: "Really, there's no need, Brother Zhou. Aren't you going to take me out for something delicious later? If I'm full now, how will I be able to eat anything later?"

After saying that, she let go of his hand and sat back down in her original seat, feeling a little embarrassed.

Zhou Chenyu sat down again, looking at the girl beside him with a gentle smile, his eyes full of doting affection: "Alright. Tell me if you're hungry, don't deprive yourself."

Just then, the chatter of several young men and women at the next table drifted over.

"I just saw the Liu family members here too. It seems to be their eldest and youngest sons. It's rare to see them here."

"I heard that he had been observing mourning for his father since he passed away, and this year marks the end of his three-year mourning period."

"Really? Where do people still observe three years of mourning for their parents these days? This isn't ancient times."

"What do you know? The Liu family is a family of scholars. His father is the painter Yilian."

"Who is Elder Yilian? I've never heard of him."

Su Fengnan and Zhou Chenyu both heard it. Su Fengnan turned to look at the group of young people, who seemed to be college students. She turned back, her brows furrowing slightly—she disliked people who gossiped behind people's backs.

"What's wrong? Do you know the person they're talking about?" Zhou Chenyu naturally noticed her little gesture.

"I don't know them, but I don't like this kind of gossiping behind people's backs." Su Fengnan was not calm inside, but she shook her head calmly.

Liu Weiyao, the youngest son of the Liu family, was Fang Shangyi's master in his previous life. Su Fengnan, who followed Fang Shangyi, naturally called him master as well. They often got together for meals and drinks. He was a very nice person, knowledgeable in art, a painter, and also shrewd in business.

The centennial exhibition commemorating Elder Yilian was organized by him and held at the Kyoto Museum of Art. Su Fengnan and Fang Shangyi also went at the time. She remembers that the Chinese painting exhibition was extremely impressive. Even she, a layman, was moved by the exquisite paintings. Those who knew about art praised it even more highly.

Just as Zhou Chenyu was about to speak, his phone suddenly rang. He took it out, glanced at it, and answered, "Fed... okay, I'll be right there."

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Chenyu pondered for a few seconds and said to Su Fengnan, "Wait for me here. I'll be right back. It won't take long. When I get back, we'll go out for dinner together."

"Okay." Su Fengnan nodded.

Zhou Chenyu packed up the camera and handed it to her, saying, "Please keep it safe for me."

"Okay, I guarantee it will be intact."

Zhou Chenyu looked at her, a barely perceptible smile flashing across his face, then turned and left.

In the rest area, Su Fengnan looked at her camera bag, her heart itching to take it out and see if Zhou Chenyu had captured her in the photo. Her hand tapped lightly on the bag, hesitating whether to open it, when a voice sounded beside her:

"Hi, can I share a table with you?"

Su Fengnan turned her head to look: "It's you."

"It's you."

They both spoke at the same time, surprised to meet each other here. But the surprise was short-lived, and they quickly began to exchange pleasantries.

"Su Fengnan, what are you doing here?" Zhang Xinrui asked without any hesitation, sitting down next to Su Fengnan. "Who did you come with?"

Su Fengnan smiled and shifted her seat to make her more comfortable: "I came with a friend. What about you?"

"My brother and I came here. He's talking to a friend over there right now," Zhang Xinrui said, pointing in Zhang Wenhao's direction.

Su Fengnan looked over and saw that Zhang Wenhao was indeed talking to a man.

"Oh right, Su Fengnan, you promised to add me on WeChat when you got back, but you forgot about me as soon as you got back?" Zhang Xinrui pretended to be dissatisfied, not even wanting to eat the cake in her hand, and casually put it on the table.

Su Fengnan snapped out of her daze and slapped her forehead: "Oh, sorry, I was just too busy when I got back, I haven't had time to add it yet."

She thought to herself: "You rich lady, don't you have my number? You can contact me too."

"What are you busy with?" Zhang Xinrui asked, sounding a little aggrieved. "Sigh, I wanted to contact you, but my phone was confiscated after I got home that day, and I can't use my computer either. I was only able to come out today thanks to my brother's help."

"Oh, didn't you say you didn't want Mom and Dad to know?"

"My parents were worried, so my brother still took me home."

"I see. Your parents are doing it for your own good, but they're just too strict."

"Ugh, so annoying..." Zhang Xinrui leaned back in her chair, looking very frustrated.

"That's what happens when you love someone deeply and have high expectations for them; your parents have high hopes for you."

"This kind of love is suffocating."

Sigh, it's someone else's family matter, so Su Fengnan didn't feel comfortable commenting. She changed the subject: "Don't be upset if you're out having fun. By the way, what brings you and your brother here?"