Chapter 118: A confession?

Huo Jingcheng held a thin cigarette that had burned to the end between his fingertips, letting a point of scarlet fire flicker in the night wind. He threw the cigarette butt at his feet and stepped on it to extinguish it.

Immediately, he turned around neatly, his coat hem lifting a breeze. He placed his hand on the car door handle, opened the door for Su Ruoyun, and considerately blocked the door with his large hand.

Su Ruoyun raised her hand to gather the hem of her suspender dress, bent down, and sat in the passenger seat, the hem of the dress swaying lightly.

Only two consecutive "bangs" were heard, and the entire cabin became an enclosed space, with Huo Jingcheng sitting in the driver's seat.

Su Ruoyun pursed her lips and turned to pull the seatbelt. Because the hem of the dress she was wearing was above her knees, she was afraid of exposing herself, so she pressed the hem with one hand and pulled with the other, making her movements appear a bit clumsy.

After finally pulling the seatbelt over and preparing to buckle it, as soon as she turned her head, she saw an enlarged version of a handsome face appearing in front of her eyes, caught off guard. Her breathing stifled slightly, and she opened her eyes wide: "What are you doing?" Leaning so close...

She didn't say the rest out loud.

"Want to be a good person and help you buckle it." As he spoke, Huo Jingcheng "snatched" the seatbelt buckle from her hand, and a crisp "click" sound followed immediately, his movements so fast as if he were afraid she would run away.

"I wouldn't run away." Su Ruoyun muttered in a low voice.

The car windows were tightly closed, and these words undoubtedly reached Huo Jingcheng's ears.

"Really wouldn't run?" He raised his eyelids, asked in detail, and held the steering wheel with one hand.

Huo Jingcheng asked seriously, and Su Ruoyun had no confidence, so she didn't dare to answer.

Seeing her like a "coward," Huo Jingcheng tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Half a minute later, the Cullinan drove out of the parking space.

Su Ruoyun originally thought Huo Jingcheng was going to eat at some five-star restaurant, but she didn't expect the Cullinan to drive straight into a private banquet in a hutong alley.

An antique courtyard, with exquisite traditional carvings on the doors and windows, railings and hollowed-out wooden decorations showing ancient charm, stone slabs paved on the courtyard floor, and many potted green plants on both sides, making for an elegant and retro dining environment.

Stepping on thin high heels on a stone slab road, Su Ruoyun walked very slowly, and Huo Jingcheng also cooperated by slowing down his pace, following behind her like a guardian knight, step by step.

The privacy of the private banquet was very good, with independent private rooms separated by a long distance, so there was no fear of the content of the conversation reaching others' ears.

Inside the private room, an elegant beige tablecloth was spread flat on the dining table, and beautiful, dripping fresh flowers were placed in a blue and white porcelain vase, standing quietly as a decorative embellishment on one side of the long table. The Ecuador roses in the vase were blooming passionately, their petals stretching, colorful.

Two white candles were inserted into a silver candlestick. The silver luster was cold, and the flickering candlelight shook out dreamy contours on the white wall, an unspoken sense of atmosphere.

Everything was the standard configuration for a candlelight dinner.

Huo Jingcheng walked leisurely to the chair, acted a step before Su Ruoyun, clasped the back of the chair with both hands, gentlemanly pulled the chair open for her, and then turned his head to look at Su Ruoyun, silently signaling her to take a seat.

The romantic and charming atmosphere had been fully pulled up, and Su Ruoyun was also in this situation for the first time. Plus, she was the female lead, and seeing Huo Jingcheng's focused expression, she was a bit flustered.

Su Ruoyun raised her hand to gather her hair, stepped on thin high heels, and moved forward with somewhat cramped steps. She took a seat at the table, gathered her dress hem with both hands, and as she sat down slowly, the chair behind her moved forward an inch, sitting in the appropriate position just right.

The hem of her dress brushed against his trouser legs, the two pieces of clothing rubbing against each other for a moment, ripples appearing on the hem, and then returning to calm in an instant.

Huo Jingcheng didn't pull away immediately but leaned over the back of the chair, his gaze fixed on Su Ruoyun's side face without blinking. His warm breath brushed over her hair, and his voice drifted into Su Ruoyun's ear, hiding a hint of playfulness.

"So nervous?"

Su Ruoyun turned her head subconsciously. The distance between the two was too close. Staring at that flawless handsome face, she blurted out and retorted: "Who's nervous?! You're the one who's nervous."

She raised her volume unconsciously, as if expressing that she had reason to be loud.

As her words fell, the door was knocked, and the private banquet staff sent in wet towels.

The staff obviously didn't expect this scene to happen, so they hurriedly lowered their heads, not daring to look more, respectfully offered the towels and menu, and exited the private room.

Su Ruoyun withdrew slightly, turned her head, no longer looked at Huo Jingcheng, and wiped her hands with the wet towel on her own, slow and methodical, her face flat and waveless, but in fact, her heart had already wandered outside. By the time she came back to her senses, Huo Jingcheng had already sat opposite her.

Today he was wearing suit trousers and a white shirt, with a valuable steel watch on his left wrist, and a silver tie clip pinned to his tie, emitting a charming cold light, ascetic and mature.

Su Ruoyun sized up his attire, held the paper menu with both hands, then lowered her eyes, and flipped through the menu unhurriedly.

After ordering, not long after, the chef pushed the dining cart in, placed the carefully prepared dishes on the table one by one, the dishes were tempting in color, and the fragrance instantly filled the private room. He introduced the characteristics of several signature dishes, then bowed slightly, and said with a professional smile on his face: "I wish you a pleasant meal."

After speaking, the chef pushed the dining cart out of the private room on tiptoe, afraid of affecting the two distinguished guests.

Huo Jingcheng ordered a bottle of Domaine Leflaive, a Burgundy dry white.

The Chardonnay white wine had charming floral fragrance, smooth texture, and the rich "stone aroma"—mineral taste—common to Burgundy white wines.

Both of them were cultivated by large noble families, and their dining manners were elegant and their etiquette was complete.

Time passed quietly. Until the two finished their meal, Huo Jingcheng was chatting casually and didn't open up other topics.

A bottle of Domaine Leflaive was almost at the bottom. Su Ruoyun picked up the wine glass beside her, twisted the thin stem, took a shallow sip, used the tall glass as a cover, and blinked her eyes at Huo Jingcheng imperceptibly, giving an suggestive look.

Looking at Huo Jingcheng, he raised his eyebrows, his expression confused, as if he hadn't gotten Su Ruoyun's meaning at all.

Seeing this, Su Ruoyun suspected herself a bit. Could it be that she was overthinking it, and this was just another ordinary dinner?

However, immediately after, she shook her head secretly in her heart, her gaze sweeping over the romantic atmosphere in the private room. This was very wrong; an ordinary dinner wouldn't be arranged like this.

A pair of beautiful, glass-like eyeballs turned back and forth, as if confused and puzzled. She didn't deliberately cover it up, and everything she thought in her heart was expressed on her face.

Seeing this, Huo Jingcheng curled his lips imperceptibly, held a glass of white wine with his fingertips, turned his wrist lightly, and the pale yellow wine in the transparent tall glass swayed leisurely, climbed up along the cup wall, and then slid down along the cup wall, leaving wine marks of varying depths.

He raised his hand, pressed the edge of the cup to his thin lips, drank a sip unhurriedly, and then asked with great interest: "What are you looking forward to again?" ===== CHAPTER 119 =====