The private rooms at Mingdian Restaurant are exquisitely designed, with so leaning towards Chinese or European styles, and their privacy is extrely tight, which is why many high-ranking leaders also like to co here for business.
When the manager led Song Qiao and Lu Jingchen into the private room, Song Qiao could imdiately sll the pleasant scent of lotus flowers, giving her a refreshing and delightful feeling.
Looking around, she discovered that this room faced a huge balcony at the entrance, beyond which lay a pond full of lotus flowers. The weather was just right; the pond was filled with blooming lotus flowers and a mild breeze carried the fragrance of the flowers to her.
Lu Jingchen, watching Song Qiao’s surprised expression, couldn’t help but feel much better.
Many people may not understand why he insisted on her out of many won who seemingly fit better as Mrs. Lu.
This might be due to that ti on the street when she cornered him into marriage, with her feigned boldness saying, "Sir, do you have a girlfriend? If not, let’s get married!"
Or perhaps it was because, years ago, he saw her, dressed simply in casual clothes that cost just a few hundred yuan, standing confidently among a group of girls clad in designer brands, not feeling inferior at all.
He waved the manager away, instructing him to bring the nu over within ten minutes, and to lead Ning Wan straight in when she arrives later.
From the outside, Mingdian Restaurant looked luxurious and elegant, but stepping into the room revealed another world. Perhaps it was because of the large area of the restaurant and the high aesthetic standards of its owner, every private room had a large balcony leading straight to the lotus pond and the nearby small garden, and, remarkably, there was even a small fish pond with a bridge and lush bamboo grove not far off.
Lu Jingchen explained that this was designed by the owner of Mingdian Restaurant for certain guests who, if interested, could go fishing there and have their catch freshly prepared in the kitchen. So people prefer such an environnt, occasionally choosing to sit outside to enjoy afternoon tea instead of in the restaurant or the rooms, hence the setup around the lotus pond and the small fish pond with several elegant pavilions.
An City is very prosperous and developed, with many high-rises having rooftop gardens, yet few have such gardens filled with various exotic flowers and plants next to a lotus pond and a small fish pond.
Song Qiao walked out to the small balcony, took a deep breath, and feeling a strong longing, stated, "This place is really beautiful, I really like it here." After her remark, the man had already approached her side. Song Qiao’s lips moved slightly, and looking up at him with a soft smile, she said, "This place is indeed lovely. Wanwan will surely like it when she sees it, thank you, Lu Jingchen!"
Lu Jingchen placed one hand on the railing next to Song Qiao, trapping her within the curve of his arm. Hearing her words, his expression was unmovable, but his smile seed sowhat helpless, his voice low, "If you could just call ’husband’, I would actually accept your thanks right away!"
Upon hearing his words, Song Qiao’s face instantly blushed, her lips moved but no call ca out. The next second, she imdiately turned her head back to gaze at the irresistibly enchanting scenery outside, her ears warming up, a suspicious blush creeping onto her face.
Seeing Song Qiao’s shy appearance, Lu Jingchen didn’t plan to push her further, knowing that one day, he would make this little woman call him that from her heart.
Looking at her face, still blushing, with a charming smile, he was unexpectedly filled with deep emotion, suddenly recalling the girl with hopeful eyes and a brilliant smile eagerly describing her dream of happiness in front of him in her youthful voice.
"I have a dream, to have my own house, not too big but very clean and tidy; with little bridges over flowing water, a small garden that I tend myself, planting flowers I love, and maybe even a small plot for vegetables; to raise a couple of Labradors or Alaskan dogs, watching them run around; then spending every weekend with the man I love in the gazebo in the garden..."
When Ning Wan arrived, Song Qiao was already sitting and slowly sipping the milk Lu Jingchen had ordered for her because he was worried she might be hungry, while Lu Jingchen had stepped out to take a call and had not yet returned!
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