Chapter 126 Snowfall "I like you too."

Chapter 126 Snowfall "I like you too."

The sunset glow tinged the sky with orange-red, thinly spreading across the entire city.

The sidewalk extending to the school gate is lined with sycamore trees, and the food street outside the school is bustling with activity.

Ye Hantao stopped in front of Cheng Zhao's car and went back to the original topic, "I just got out of class and saw Yang Tingyu's drunk driving accident on the trending topics online."

Cheng Zhao tightened his grip on the car door slightly, his expression remaining impassive. "He's no longer capable of acting crazy in front of you."

“My older brother said so too,” Ye Hantao chuckled. “Actually, I’ve never even met him.”

This person did not appear in the story, nor did he appear in front of her.

After getting into the car and Cheng Zhao also got in, Ye Hantao continued, "It's not necessarily a bad thing that he doesn't like me. This way, I can use my power to bully others and get my family to target him, so that I can find out that he had someone take the blame."

“Bullying others by abusing his power?” Cheng Zhao started the car and slowly entered the traffic. “You were doing a service to the people, but he’s done more than just this one thing.”

Ye Hantao tilted her head to look at him and said slowly, "Does your fight with him at the club count as one of those things?"

After a brief silence, Cheng Zhao stopped the car at a red light, turned sideways, and met Ye Hantao's teasing gaze.

He said seriously, "To be precise, it didn't qualify as a fight. I hit him, and he just took the beating."

"You're quite proud of yourself." Ye Hantao finally couldn't help but tap his forehead with her finger. "Legally, a person who assaults another is fully responsible."

Cheng Zhao said sincerely, "I'll be more careful next time."

Upon hearing this, Ye Hantao's unease from tapping his forehead faded, and she turned to look at the distant sunset. "Fighting is risky."

Cheng Zhao quickly followed up: "I was wrong, I won't hit you again."

"You answered too quickly, I don't believe you."

"Is that so?" Cheng Zhao asked thoughtfully. "Would you mind keeping a close watch on me anytime, anywhere?"

Even faster than Ye Hantao's answer came the sound of car horns outside the car window.

Ye Hantao said sternly, "The light's green, drive on."

Cheng Zhao readily agreed, saying, "Look, I can't even drive without your supervision."

"..." Ye Hantao took out her phone, not even looking at him, "Where are we eating tonight? Let me check out the specialties."

Cheng Zhao gave Ye Hantao the name of a restaurant, and Ye Hantao searched for it on the platform and found that the restaurant had both indoor and outdoor seating.

Inside, you can overlook the river through floor-to-ceiling windows, while outside, you are on the rooftop, covered by a glass dome that can be opened and closed freely.

In the photos shared by netizens, lush green vines climb freely on the wooden fence, and the layers of flowers seem to bring the whole summer inside.

After swiping the card, the restaurant waiter bowed outside the elevator and said, "Enjoy your meal."

There is only one floor from indoors to outdoors, but the elevator cannot go directly to the top floor; a waiter needs to swipe a card.

Just before the elevator doors closed, the guests who were eating at a table by the window quickly snapped a few photos.

My friend at the table was thrilled. "Weren't those Ye Hantao and Cheng Zhao who just got into the elevator?"

"Their looks are absolutely stunning," my friend gossiped. "They must be dating! Everyone here is either girlfriends or couples!"

"Wait a minute, wait a minute, I'm posting!"

A ding sound.

The elevator doors retract to both sides.

Two waiters were already waiting outside, smiling. "Welcome!"

As Ye Hantao stepped out of the elevator, a delicate floral fragrance wafted towards her.

I don't know if it's because there are so many flowers, but even the air feels a bit chilly.

Ye Hantao felt a weight on her shoulder and turned her head to see a beige shawl.

It has a light, cloud-like texture, yet it's very warm.

Cheng Zhao withdrew his hand and came over to explain, "I heard that some of the flowers in the shop are quite sensitive to temperature, so the temperature here will be ten degrees lower than the normal room temperature."

In early September, the temperature in Yuncheng was in the twenties, while Ye Hantao felt the surrounding area was around fifteen or sixteen degrees Celsius.

She usually sets the air conditioner to 18 degrees Celsius, and with the shawl on, she doesn't feel uncomfortable.

Ye Hantao adjusted her shawl around her shoulders, becoming more and more surprised as she walked further in.

The green ivy hanging in the wind had leaves that shimmered like satin.

Clusters of pink lychees climbed all over the flower wall, like flowing sunset tinged with shards of gold.

After passing through the flower wall, you will see various flowers of different colors arranged on the flower stand.

Bellflower, lily of the valley, poppy, forget-me-not, pure white and blue-purple intertwine, drifting like wispy clouds.

They fell into a field of red roses with passion and intensity.

The dining table was in the center, illuminated by the light.

Ye Hantao quickened her pace, immersing herself completely in the sea of ​​flowers, and turned back to Cheng Zhao with a smile, "It's even more beautiful here than the pictures on the platform!"

"She is quite pretty." Cheng Zhao looked away from the smile in front of him, seemingly admiring her for a few seconds, before turning his gaze back to Ye Hantao.

The two waiters kept their eyes down, seemingly lost in thought.

They weren't smelling the fragrance of flowers; they were smelling the fragrance of money.

Golden pothos airlifted from the Ecuadorian rainforest

There are also pink lychees imported from Kenya.

Not to mention the roses and forget-me-nots, all of which are unique and rare varieties.

The cost of these flowers is enough to buy a large, single-level apartment with a river view.

Ye Hantao habitually took out her phone to take pictures. After taking a few, she bent down and gently smelled the fragrance of the flower petals.

Footsteps approached from behind, and Cheng Zhao's voice rang in her ears, "Shall I take the picture for you?"

"Let's eat first!" Ye Hantao said with a smile. "Anyway, these flowers aren't going anywhere."

Cheng Zhao gestured to the waiter to serve the dishes.

"The head chef of this restaurant was also present at the food tasting event in Jinwan back then," he said.

Ye Hantao took the steak that Cheng Zhao had cut and nodded slightly. "I received the store manager's business card."

The moment the steak entered her mouth, Ye Hantao's taste buds were awakened.

The taste and texture were exactly the same as the Western restaurant we ate at during our family trip last year, but the price difference was more than ten times.

Without a doubt, it's probably because Mom and Dad hired a chef to cook at a small restaurant again.

Besides steak, the restaurant's signature dish is foie gras served with fig sauce.

Ye Hantao tasted the slightly crispy outer shell and the soft, fluffy interior.

"Is the taste to your liking?"

"I almost felt it." Ye Hantao looked at the waiter not far away. "Do you have green mangoes? I'd like to have green mango slices with the foie gras."

The waiter quickly replied, "Yes, we do. It's ivory green ivory. Do you have any preference regarding thickness?"

Ye Hantao: "As long as the coin is thick enough."

The waiter returned quickly, and Ye Hantao pushed a whole plate of green mango slices to Cheng Zhao, saying, "Try it quickly."

Cheng Zhao had no doubts and took a bite. The crisp, sweet and sour green mango slices made the milky flavor of the foie gras even more prominent.

"A very good combination."

Ye Hantao then picked it up and put it in her mouth.

Cheng Zhao: "?"

"You've never eaten like this before?"

"No," Ye Hantao said, suppressing a laugh. "The person paying gets priority."

Cheng Zhao could not refute it, nor did he want to.

The phone screen on the table lit up. Ye Hantao had just finished eating and unlocked it to see that it was a message from Sui Sui.

[SuiSui: You secretly got a boyfriend?!]

[SuiSui: When are you going to treat me to a meal to celebrate getting off the singles list?!]

"Huh?" Ye Hantao clicked on the post and found that it was a picture of her and Cheng Zhao entering the elevator.

[Aaaaaaah, because of Yuan Kai, "My Classmate is Here" has been suspended indefinitely. Will we ever see xql again?]

[How are they a couple? They weren't even holding hands.]

My boyfriend and I don't even hold hands, but look how clingy these two are!

Sticky? Is it?

Ye Hantao turned off her phone and looked at Cheng Zhao sitting across the table.

Last time, he did say in the video that he was pursuing her, but after admitting that it was too hasty, he said he would be more prepared next time and the time after that.

so--

What about next time and the time after that?

Not paying attention to the flowers and food, Ye Hantao noticed that there seemed to be no one else in the restaurant, it was too quiet.

She couldn't find any other tables through the gaps in the petals.

The platform's reviews clearly indicate there should be seven or eight tables.

Without warning, Cheng Zhao said, "I've booked the whole place."

Ye Hantao stopped forking the steak into her mouth.

Before Cheng Zhao mentioned "next time" and "the time after that," she casually mentioned fireworks, the first snow, and renting out a restaurant.

Is this what he meant by "next time"?

Ye Hantao lowered her eyes and ate her steak. Hmm, the restaurant she booked was quite to her liking.

The two waiters tactfully retreated.

Just then, Ye Hantao felt a cool sensation spread across her cheek, and as she lifted her eyelashes, snowflakes suddenly began to fall.

How could that be...

How can it snow at this temperature?

The snowflakes fell more densely, sprinkling onto the petals like scattered diamonds.

Ye Hantao looked at Cheng Zhao through the lamplight and falling snow, and he was looking in her direction as well.

My heart skipped a beat.

Ye Hantao saw Cheng Zhao stand up and walk around the table to approach.

The falling snowflakes settled on his black hair, highlighting his sharp and unyielding features.

As the distance between them shortened, Ye Hantao suddenly felt that it was too quiet all around, with only the sound of her heartbeat.

"This snow..."

"Sorry, I can't wait for the first snow." He knelt on one knee, a barely perceptible unease deep in his eyes. "Yuncheng in September isn't cold enough. Can artificial snowfall still be considered snow?"

Ye Hantao's lips twitched slightly.

From this distance, she could clearly see the snowflakes clinging to his eyelashes.

"I can calculate it." Ye Hantao pursed her lips slightly.

Cheng Zhao suddenly laughed.

“From childhood to adulthood, people have often said that I am tough and brave. And I have indeed been fearless in the face of glaciers, rainforests, and deserts.

As their eyes met, he whispered, "But now I'm a little scared."

Suddenly, a loud bang exploded.

Ye Hantao didn't turn around, but caught a glimpse of the blooming fireworks in Cheng Zhao's azure eyes.

"You are the one I wrote down on paper, the one I want to be with forever."

Cheng Zhao's eyes were filled with fireworks, fine snow, and her shadow. "Ye Hantao, I like you."

Ye Hantao's throat tightened. She wanted to reply that she liked him too, but she felt that too many words were surging up.

After a moment, she reached out her hand to Cheng Zhao and smiled sweetly, "Would you like to hold my hand?"

Cheng Zhao suddenly gripped her hand tightly, their fingers interlocked without any gap.

Amidst the dazzling fireworks, Ye Hantao earnestly replied, "I like you too, Cheng Zhao."

As soon as she finished speaking, Cheng Zhao grabbed her waist with his other hand and pulled her into his arms.

The air was filled with the fragrance of flowers and his crisp, clean scent.

After a long while, his breathing became slightly erratic before settling down.

When Ye Hantao looked out from his arms, she took in the view of the fireworks display that filled the night sky.

The roses on the table were in full bloom, and glistening snowflakes fell from the edges of the petals.

"Cheng Zhao, what's the date today?"

September 22nd.

Ye Hantao said "Oh," tilted her head up, and kissed his chin. "This day next year will be our anniversary."

"Okay." Cheng Zhao hugged the person and lowered his head to say, "Let's kiss a little more today."

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Author's Note: [Fireworks][Fireworks][Fireworks]