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The dinner was not very sumptuous. After all, it was late and eating too much would be bad for the stomach. However, the dishes were exquisite enough and you could tell they were prepared by a master chef.

Ye Kong seemed to be thinking: "Your aunt seems to be very capable."

She glanced towards the kitchen, and Wen Can also looked in that direction: "Is it to your liking?"

"Hmm, not bad."

That being said, Ye Kong was obviously in a good mood and even ate several vegetables.

Wen Can glanced at her and said calmly, "You can let her work in your coffee shop. She can cook both Chinese and Western food, but she is better at Chinese food, especially home-cooked side dishes."

Ye Kong retracted his gaze and looked up at Wen Can: "You're not going to live with me?"

"No one in the Wen family has time to take care of me recently."

The man opposite slightly curled his lips, and the light fell from the top of his head, as gentle as a thin waterfall. However, his overly three-dimensional facial features left a faint shadow on his painting-like face, which immediately made the painting look murderous.

"There's no difference between me living here and living at your place..." He paused, then continued, "Besides, it's not very convenient for me to work at your place."

"Okay." Ye Kong answered readily, and the next sentence was, "This is also good - after all, dating is not marriage. If we can see each other every day when we wake up, wouldn't it be like skipping the passionate love stage in advance?"

Wen Can: ...

The man's hand holding the chopsticks paused for a second, then he continued eating with a normal expression.

At the end of the meal, the nanny brought the dessert in a timely manner.

Wen Can put down his bowl and chopsticks and raised his eyes, and saw Ye Kong picking up the fork and was about to dig into the food, without any intention of explaining the food at hand.

He finally couldn't help but look over there.

Next to Ye Kong's hand was a roll of newspaper wrapped into a long strip.

Ever since she came here, Wen Can noticed that she was holding this thing, even when they were kissing just now... she was holding this thing in her hand.

The edge of the newspaper rubbed against the back of his head and ears several times, causing a tingling sensation.

I thought Ye Kong would pick it up soon, but I didn't expect him to still be wrapped up after finishing his meal.

Wen Can ignored him for the entire meal, and finally glanced over for a moment - but only for a second.

He assured that he only looked for one second, and it couldn't even be described as a "look", it was just a "glance".

And Ye Kong definitely didn't look up at his eyes.

But… she seemed to have eyes on her head. She naturally put down the silver fork she was about to use and picked up the newspaper at hand: “Are you reading this?”

She said, “This is for you.”

As he spoke, the layer of newspaper was torn apart.

The dining table had just been cleared, with a stack of beautiful desserts placed on it. The light, like candlelight, reflected the exquisite and luxurious porcelain plates, as well as the clean floor-to-ceiling windows of the manor not far away that let in the night. Coupled with the temperament and appearance of the two people sitting opposite each other, the scene was easily transformed into a candlelight dinner between an unattainable aristocratic couple.

But in this "candlelight dinner"-like atmosphere, as the newspaper was torn apart layer by layer, what was revealed was not some expensive gift glittering with gold or silver - it was just a flower that had not yet bloomed.

The snow-white bud trembled under the light - it was a white rose.

Wen Can was not surprised - things with that shape and packaging were most likely flowers.

But...it was actually a white rose.

His eyes moved and he saw the girl handing the flowers to him.

She held the end of the green thorny flower stem in her fingers and remained motionless after handing it over - her hand was very steady when painting, and she was surprisingly steady, with only barely perceptible, slight ups and downs with her breathing.

But Wen Can has very good eyesight and is extremely talented in athletics. His tennis teacher once commented that he has amazing dynamic vision and is suitable to be an athlete. Therefore, he can easily capture this tiny ups and downs - and it is this tiny ups and downs that makes the flower held between the girl's fingers beat as if it has life and a heart.

Seeing that he didn't take it, Ye Kong didn't urge him. He just took it and told him casually: "I know you moved to a new place, and it's a house you've never lived in before. I thought it would be as cold as the model house..."

"I just happened to see someone selling flowers on the way here, so I picked one to decorate your home."

She glanced in the direction of the living room, where there was a large vase of flowers on the windowsill.

"Although I found that you didn't seem to need it after I got there, but this is what I gave you...You can put it by your bed."

She shook the flower and said, "It's still a bud. It can bloom for a long time if kept in water."

Wen Can didn't answer: "Why white roses?"

"She sells white roses... Aren't they beautiful?"

"Do you know the language of white roses?"

"I don't know, can you tell me?"

"..." Wen Can choked, "I will love you till death."

"..."

Ye Kong showed no expression.

But when she saw that he didn't take it, she put the flowers down for the time being, picked up the fork and started eating the dessert.

Wen Can thought she was embarrassed and didn't take it too seriously. He just asked her casually, "You like flowers so much, but you don't know the meaning of roses?"

"Because of unbelief."

The girl licked the cream on her lips and said, "I never believed in the language of flowers."

"Giving each flower a specific meaning, and then giving out flowers that represent different meanings on different holidays like a dogma, may seem romantic, but I feel..."

She paused, not hiding her impatience: "How vulgar."

She ate the dessert, which was not big to begin with, in a few bites, put down her fork happily, and looked up at Wen Can: "The flowers I gave you, even if they were just wild flowers picked randomly on the roadside, as long as I picked them and gave them to someone with a special feeling, then they also represent my feelings - more sincere and special than any specific flower language."

As she spoke, she picked up the white rose again and watched it twist slowly between her fingers. "For example, today, I came here with the desire to see you, so the flower language of this white rose is not 'until death', but 'I want to see you'."

She pinched the green flower stem lightly between her index finger and thumb and handed it to Wen Can again: "For you."

"You really don't want it?"

Even though his heart had not wavered at all when he thought she had taken back the gift, it suddenly seemed to let out a long sigh.

Wen Can took the flower, looked at it in his hand, and opened his mouth to talk about something irrelevant: "How do you know I live here? And you know this is a house I have never lived in?"

"..." Ye Kong was also stunned by this sudden question, and then he silently withdrew his hand, "When I was at the flower box, I asked your secretary for a contact number."

After a pause, she added, "Is it not possible? If not, I can delete it."

Her tone was polite, and there was no hint that she was capable of doing something like a forceful kiss.

What else could Wen Can say? Of course, he said "OK".

Dinner was over and it was late enough. Wen Can certainly would not let anyone stay here, so he planned to ask his secretary to come and see them off, but Ye Kong refused.

Finally, the two of them took the internal tour bus to the entrance of the community. Wen Can watched Ye Kong get on a taxi, and then they parted.

Before getting in the car, Ye Kong turned around and glanced at Wen Can's wheelchair: "Did you change the chair?"

"The previous manual method was still a bit inconvenient."

In fact, he didn't want to be in a similar situation of being unable to get down the stairs and being seen by Ye Kong again - he originally chose pure manual labor because he needed to show a more miserable posture, so that outsiders would believe that he was really useless, and also satisfy those who wanted to get a sense of accomplishment from him.

But the rain on the flower box and the staircase that he couldn't get down changed his mind - although in his plan, this was just an extremely insignificant thing, like a gear the size of a thumb, which would not affect his plan even if it stopped turning.

Wen Can thought so and easily controlled the smart wheelchair to go back.

On the other side, Ye Kong did not go back to the coffee shop directly.

She got off halfway and took the city's subway.