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Chapter 939 - 936: We Are Still Young, No Rush

Chapter 939: Chapter 936: We Are Still Young, No Rush

After finishing the talk with the foreign businessmen, it was still early, so Yan Bo and Di Xu returned to Yanhuang once.

There were no changes in Yan Bo’s expression as usual, he greeted the staff with a nod and a mild smile, then went back to his own office.

"Ah Di, did the deal go through?"

Everyone crowded around excitedly, their boss didn’t look like someone whose deal hadn’t gone through.

With no other choice, Di Xu spread his hands and shook his head, "Not exactly..."

The crowd was puzzled, "Then why does the Third Young Master seem like he’s on cloud nine?"

Di Xu was also curious, although Yan Bo was always mild-mannered, the joy he seemed to be exuding from the inside out today felt subtly different from usual.

"Maybe, it’s because of his sweet fortunes, so he seems especially excited," Di Xu speculated.

Di Xu had no such sweet fortunes, so he was quite dejected that the deal didn’t work out.

As a result, without waiting for anyone else to say anything, he made his way through the group of colleagues that surrounded him and went back to his office with his bag.

Working with Yan Bo for these few months had been tough, but each time the hardship was rewarded with success, but not this time.

Perhaps seeing his disappointment, on the way back, Yan Bo had comforted him, "The failure to close this deal isn’t on us; it’s his loss if he doesn’t sign."

Yan Bo always had such confidence in everything.

He returned to his office and, like nothing was wrong, flipped open the documents on his desk, starting to handle the backlog of work from the past two days.

Tong Xiaohua didn’t tell Yan Bo the location for dinner, just asking him to get off work on time and that she’d be waiting for him in the Yanhuang Company’s parking lot downstairs.

Just as Yan Bo reached the parking lot, he saw Tong Xiaohua standing next to his car from a distance.

Yan Bo hastened his steps and jogged over, "Have you been waiting long? Why didn’t you call me?"

Smiling, Tong Xiaohua took his bag, "I’ve just arrived. I told Brother Yang to go back first, you’ll take me home after we finish dinner."

Yan Bo was more than willing to go along with Tong Xiaohua’s arrangements.

However, he also knew that Tong Xiaohua had a special identity, so he had no objections to the car loaded with bodyguards that followed closely behind them all the way.

Furthermore, he himself came from a special family and was quite accustomed to the phenomenon of having bodyguards around whenever one left the house.

The Western restaurant Tong Xiaohua had booked wasn’t far from Yanhuang. The roads were very smooth that day, and after just ten minutes, the two had parked the car and were holding hands walking into the restaurant.

Hosts approached them, and after knowing their reserved table number, led them down a long corridor. On both sides of the corridor, fresh flowers bloomed in intervals, and the sweet sound of violin music lingered in the air. The atmosphere in the restaurant was quite pleasant, decorated a bit like a wedding venue.

Yan Bo tugged at Tong Xiaohua’s hand, and she raised her head with a questioning look in her eyes.

Leaning close to her ear, Yan Bo whispered, "Why do I feel like we’re walking down the aisle?"

Tong Xiaohua frowned slightly, asking in confusion, "Aisle?"

Yan Bo lifted his head to look forward, laughing, "Yes, an aisle! The aisle for a wedding!"

Tong Xiaohua then realized that this person was taking advantage of her again, and she glared at him fiercely. She withdrew her gaze and stared straight ahead until she sat down in the booth without looking at him again.

Yan Bo enjoyed the verbal advantage he had taken and knew she wasn’t really angry. He proactively took a cup of hot tea from the waiter’s tray and placed it in her hand.

"Warm up, your hands are cold."

Tong Xiaohua gave him a look but held the cup, feeling the warmth spread into her cool palms, and she squinted in comfort.

Yan Bo took a sip of his tea and asked very seriously, "Xiao Hua, have you ever thought about how old you want to be when you get married?"

Tong Xiaohua was stunned for a moment. If this question had been asked half a year ago, she could have answered without thinking because she had considered it many times before.

Of course, that was before she had met Yan Bo. Now, it seemed, everything was different.

"Actually, I always felt that I might never get married in my life."

Tong Xiaohua held the cup with both hands and sipped the steaming tea, then leaned back against the sofa, exhaling with satisfaction.

Yan Bo raised his eyebrows, "What about now?"

His understanding wasn’t so poor that he couldn’t grasp that her ’before’ referred to the time before she met him.

So, he didn’t think that answer held any practical significance.

Tong Xiaohua slightly furrowed her brow, "Now... well..."

She considered for a moment and finally shook her head, "I don’t know, I haven’t thought about this question recently, anyway, we are still young, there’s no rush!"

Her answer was practically a non-answer. Yet when Yan Bo heard her say "we are still young," it meant that she had, subconsciously, already determined that if there was going to be a consideration of marriage in the future, it would be with him and not someone else.

Therefore, even without a definitive timeframe, Yan Bo felt that this was, in fact, an implicit promise.

Thus, he smiled and reached out, his hand significantly warmer than hers, holding her hand gently, "That’s right, we are still young, no rush."

As long as she was the one, as long as she was willing to stay with him, how long they waited became unimportant.

For someone who had studied abroad for a few years, the food at this Western restaurant was truly authentic, even nearing perfection, and the environment was very elegant. Only after sitting down did Yan Bo realize that the violin music was not recorded, but was being played by a girl in white on a small stage around the corner.

Coming from a family like Yan Bo’s, who frequently attended live performances of concerts, operas, and the like at the National Theater from a young age, he knew that the girl’s performance was not the best of the best. However, he had to admit that she played quite well.

He lifted his red wine glass and took a delicate sip, his ears perked up to listen attentively to the flowing music, and his gaze inadvertently drifted toward the girl on the stage.

Tong Xiaohua had been seriously enjoying the gourmet food. It was her first time at this dining room, and she had asked around, hearing that the food was both authentic and delicious, which is why she brought Yan Bo along with her.

When she was about to place a piece of steak into her mouth, she inadvertently looked up and saw Yan Bo staring intently behind her.

On an instinct, Tong Xiaohua turned to look and saw a girl in a white long dress on the nearby small stage, standing like a fairy in the middle, the melodious music flowing gracefully from her movements.

She turned her head back and looked at Yan Bo again. No doubt, his focused and mesmerized gaze was indeed on the girl at the center of the stage.

Tong Xiaohua furrowed her brow slightly. The steak that had tasted so good just moments ago now felt like chewing on cowhide in her mouth, tough and hard to swallow.

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