Chapter 160: Throwing a seductive glance at a blind man

Huo Jingcheng's palm firmly gripped her hand; Su Ruoyun did not want to pull away, half her body leaning into him as she rested against his shoulder.

The two strolled leisurely down the street; Su Ruoyun spotted a teahouse across the way and suddenly fancied almond tofu.

She had originally planned to go buy it herself, but Huo Jingcheng's hand refused to let go even for a moment; its warm, dry touch softened her heart, and in the end they crossed the zebra crossing hand in hand.

At the teahouse entrance, she lifted her eyes to glance at the imposing signboard, took a brief look, then lowered her gaze, fixing it on the food box in Huo Jingcheng's hand—the exquisite wooden box bore three black‑on‑gold characters reading "Fu Yu Zhuang", the lettering strong and vigorous, exuding an air of nobility.

Carrying the rival's food box inside—really okay?

Whether it's good or not can be seen from the manager's welcoming smile.

Even though they ordered only one dessert, the manager showed no displeasure whatsoever; instead, he urged the pastry chef in the back to speed up.

The thoughtful manager helped carry the take‑out bag, smiling all the way as he saw them to the door.

The wooden box and the take‑out bag were both placed in the trunk. In the alley, the engine roared to life, and the Cullinan drove off into the distance.

——

In the apartment, a spread of Jiang‑Zhe dishes filled the table—Longjing shrimp, salted duck, Hang pepper‑fried beef… and the dessert almond tofu.

Huo Jingcheng sat to the side watching; Su Ruoyun grasped her chopsticks, picked up a piece of duck meat and brought it to her mouth, then the chopsticks lifted a few grains of rice.

At night she ate little; half‑full, she held a bowl of almond tofu and ate it slowly, the delicate almond fragrance and the clear sweet syrup slowly blending together.

When the conversation turned to the concert, Su Ruoyun pinched her spoon and asked, "Are you coming to watch?"

"Mm, someone sent me an invitation."

Speaking, Huo Jingcheng raised his hand to take off his suit jacket, casually draping it over the nearby chair, revealing the finely tailored shirt underneath.

After Su Ruoyun had eaten her fill, she carefully cleared the table, tossed the trash into the bin, still holding a glass of unfinished juice, and walked slowly into the living room.

Just as she entered the living room, Su Ruoyun lifted her eyes and saw Huo Jingcheng standing tall and straight by the balcony railing outside, his tall, upright silhouette set against the deep night.

The deep‑blue curtains of the living‑room floor‑to‑ceiling window swayed in the night breeze like rolling waves, sending forth slow, irregular ripples.

The tassels on the curtains whispered a faint rustle, and the shadows they cast on the floor swayed back and forth in tandem.

Huo Jingcheng seemed to be hiding behind the curtains, now visible, now obscured.

The lingering moonlight, hazy and soft, outlined his broad shoulders and narrow waist through the high‑count, smooth white shirt.

The custom‑fit shirt clung tightly to his sturdy frame; as he raised his arm, the lines of his back beneath the shirt gradually became clear.

His firm, erect back muscles flowed smoothly downward, the shirt fabric stretched perfectly over his latissimus dorsi; amid the interplay of light and shadow, deep, coiled grooves were traced.

Su Ruoyun stole several glances.

This man seemed to be deliberately teasing her; she saw through it but said nothing.

Thereafter, her expression remained calm and composed; she held the glass and drank the juice to the last drop.

Once the glass was empty, Su Ruoyun absentmindedly reached out and set the empty glass down on the coffee table before her.

She then walked out of the living room and stood beside Huo Jingcheng, reaching out to poke his forearm—it was solid and tight, feeling remarkably good.

As if she hadn't noticed Huo Jingcheng's intention, Su Ruoyun affected a serious tone: "Where did you get this shirt tailored? The quality isn't great—your waist is showing through."

"……" Huo Jingcheng was left speechless by her, silent for a moment.

After he recovered, he slowly lifted his long lashes, gave her a light sideways glance, and countered: "Are you blind?"

Throwing a seductive glance at a blind man.

Su Ruoyun understood his implication, lowered her head and chuckled, unable to hide her amusement.

Huo Jingcheng also heard her faint chuckle, let out a soft hum, and immediately understood.

The bright moonlight shone through his spotless white shirt, revealing his abs and pecs in full view, then dusted them with a layer of cool light.

She lowered her gaze and looked again, her eyes heating; she placed her hand over it, rubbing, and speaking like a female hooligan: "You're tempting me again, just like a hooligan."

She turned the world upside down.

Huo Jingcheng raised his hand, his five fingers clearly gripping her slender wrist and placing it on his well‑defined abs, letting her feel it more clearly.

After ten or so minutes, having had enough of the rubbing, Su Ruoyun went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Huo Jingcheng sat quietly on the living‑room sofa, skillfully pulling open the TV cabinet's drawer.

Resting on the edge of the TV cabinet's drawer, a light pull opened it smoothly; he took out a large photo album with a hardcover—Su Ruoyun's childhood album.

He slowly turned the pages, flipping one by one, his gaze precisely locking onto a single photograph.

A little girl in a red cape coat stood in the snow, her hair on both sides tied into drooping braids that hung soft, her face showing a hint of baby fat, her eyes smiling into crescents, a lotus‑root‑like wrist wearing a gold bracelet.

Beside her stood a snowman as tall as a person, with a carrot nose, crooked branch arms, a vivid red knitted cap on its head, and the fluffy pom‑pom on top naturally dangling down.

The little figure—utterly adorable.

Huo Jingcheng gazed at that slightly naive, whimsical photo, and memories from twenty years ago unfurled slowly in his mind.

……

Tomorrow Su Ruoyun has to keep rehearsing, while Huo Jingcheng is full of strength with nowhere to use it.

Su Ruoyun lay atop Huo Jingcheng, as if something had occurred to her; she propped her chin on his chest and asked, "Your birthday gift—I'll give it to you after tonight's concert ends, all right?"

Huo Jingcheng's birthday is special—July 1st.

That day Su Ruoyun has a performance, so she certainly can't celebrate his birthday alone.

They had discussed this two days earlier; at that time Su Ruoyun asked Huo Jingcheng what birthday gift he wanted, and he told her to figure it out herself.

Today, Huo Jingcheng changed his mind.

He didn't directly say yes or no, feigning respect for her opinion while proactively asking, "Can I still request a gift myself now?"

"Sure." Su Ruoyun replied lazily.

She turned her delicate face and pressed it against the man's solid, sturdy chest, separated by a layer of pajamas; Huo Jingcheng's strong, powerful heartbeat remained clearly perceptible, striking her eardrums like a drum, while his bodily warmth continued to flow over her uninterruptedly.

Being this intimately pressed together on a midsummer night at the end of June really is rather hot.

Su Ruoyun also feared that the birthday gift she chose might not suit his taste; since the birthday boy himself had voluntarily offered suggestions, it couldn't be better.

"The birthday gift I want is……"

Huo Jingcheng lifted his hand, hooked Su Ruoyun's head, then bowed his head and whispered into her ear.

?? No‑prize guessing: what birthday gift does Huozong want?