jdhmnovel Chapter 280 Testing
Chapter 280 Testing
He opened the car door, carefully placing his hand on the top of the door to prevent her from bumping her head. The car was filled with a light and pleasant cedar scent, completely different from the cold, woody fragrance she had worn yesterday.
The car drove smoothly toward the restaurant. On the way, he gently asked Xiao Jiu how her day was, whether her studies were busy, and chatted about some light and interesting things she had seen and heard. His voice was gentle and pleasant, and the atmosphere in the car was harmonious and comfortable.
Even while waiting at a red light, he casually mentioned it, his gaze still fixed on the road ahead:
"Did you sleep well last night? I heard... President Zhou came to see you later?" His tone was not inquiring at all, but purely concerned, as if he was just worried that she had been disturbed from her sleep.
Xiao Jiu was fiddling with her seatbelt when she heard this. She looked up and blinked her clear eyes. "Brother Yan Chuan? Hmm, he came for a little while and brought some things." She answered vaguely, cleverly downplaying the almost confrontational meeting as a simple "bringing things," without showing any unusual expression on her face.
How can it not be considered "giving something"? But what he gave was far better than what they bought with money.
Wen Qiyu let out a gentle, understanding sound, tapped his fingertips lightly on the steering wheel, and didn't ask any further questions. The light turned green, and he smoothly pressed the accelerator.
“Mr. Zhou is busy with business and has many social engagements, so it’s understandable that he has a short temper.” His tone was tolerant, even carrying a hint of explaining on Zhou Yanchuan’s behalf, as if he wasn’t the one who received that dangerous picture last night. “If he bothers you again at night and it’s inconvenient for you, you can tell me.”
He turned his head and gave her a reassuring smile: "I'll help you with this."
These words were perfectly tactful, demonstrating both consideration and generosity while subtly labeling Zhou Yanchuan as "temperamental" and "disturbing at night," and quietly reiterating the author's own "protector" role.
Xiao Jiu understood perfectly, but a dependent and grateful smile bloomed on her face: "I know, thank you, Brother Yu! You're the best!"
Wen Qiyu smiled with satisfaction and changed the subject at the right time, talking about the restaurant's signature dishes for tonight.
The car finally stopped at the entrance of a quiet and elegant alley. The restaurant "Jiyue" was hidden behind an inconspicuous wooden door, but inside was a hidden gem, a private restaurant that was extremely difficult to book. Wen Qiyu was obviously a regular customer, and the waiter respectfully led them through the courtyard to an elegant private room by the water.
The dishes were served one by one, each as exquisite as a work of art, and the taste was impeccable. Wen Qiyu considerately served her the food, introducing the story and wonder of each dish. His conversation was witty and his knowledge extensive, and the atmosphere remained warm and pleasant throughout.
He never mentioned Zhou Yanchuan again, nor any topics that would put pressure on her; he simply focused on enjoying the food and the time he spent with her.
Until the dessert arrived—a yam cake presented with the artistic conception of a traditional Chinese ink painting.
Wen Qiyu gently cut off a small piece with a silver spoon, but instead of eating it himself, he very naturally brought the spoon to Xiao Jiu's lips, his voice so gentle it could drown someone:
"Try this, you'll definitely like it."
This gesture transcended all previous gentlemanly distance, carrying an intimate and irresistible implication. His gaze, through his glasses, gently yet firmly locked onto her, awaiting her reaction.
Xiao Jiu looked at the sweet pastry on her lips, then at Wen Qiyu's smiling yet unfathomable eyes.
She leaned forward slightly, opened her mouth, and gently took the spoonful of yam cake into her mouth using his hand.
Her tongue traced the sweet and delicate texture of the cake, and she squinted her eyes, smiling with a satisfied and innocent expression: "Mmm! So sweet, thank you, Brother Yu!"