Ji Changmu kissed her gently on the lips, then pulled out the chair for her and spread the tablecloth in front of her, elegant and gentlemanly.

He glanced at his watch: "The fashion show starts at eight o'clock. There is more than enough time. We will go there directly after dinner."

"OK."

They sat facing each other to dine, with candlelight, roses, and fragrance filling the space, and the ultimate tenderness was everywhere.

"My dear Qiao Muyuan, I will return to Qiongzhou the day after tomorrow. Will you go with me, or stay in the capital?"

Qiao Muyuan didn't think about it: "I'll go to Qiongzhou with you. Then I'll fly directly from Qiongzhou to study in England."

"But Zhixing is still in the capital, don't you plan to accompany him? It's rare for him to come back."

"Just because he doesn't want to ride a bicycle with me today, I won't accompany him."

Ji Changmu smiled.

The little girl and her brother also hold grudges like this.

The restaurant is on the second floor. While dining, Qiao Muyuan heard the sound of a piano in the lobby on the first floor. It was one of her favorite piano pieces, "Tassel". Qiao Muyuan hummed the tune softly and ate happily.

"Brother Ji, how do you know that the food in this restaurant suits my taste? I often ate here before going to college."

"Yu Yichen and I came here once and thought it was good, so I brought you here."

"Then do you know..." Qiao Muyuan paused and smiled mischievously.

"Huh?" Ji Changmu was confused. What did he know?

“Do you know who owns this restaurant?”

"It's just a meal, how could I ask about this?" Ji Changmu smiled, "But looking at you like this, let me guess who owns it...the Qiao family?"

"No." Qiao Muyuan didn't whet his appetite. He took a bite of foie gras and said with a smile, "Liang Kai's mother made it."

"..."

"It's very sentimental, isn't it? Auntie herself is a very accomplished artist."

"Okay, I'm not very interested in this, as long as the food in the restaurant is delicious."

"This restaurant has been open for many years. Before Uncle Liang and Aunt Liang settled in France, my aunt opened this restaurant. It was just an inconspicuous small restaurant on Jingcheng Road at the beginning, and later it became an iconic French restaurant.

.Do you know why my aunt opened this restaurant? Because she loved my uncle very much and was afraid that he would be used to French food and would not be used to it when he returned to the capital, so she opened a small restaurant and they would often come here for dates."

Qiao Muyuan stopped talking after saying this. If she continued talking, someone would have to lose her temper again.

Halfway through the meal, Qiao Muyuan and Ji Changmu drank red wine together.

The sound of the piano downstairs rises and falls, making it pleasant to the ears.

Qiao Muyuan looked at the roses on the ground, his cheeks were slightly red, and he held his chin and said: "Mr. Ji, can I invite you to dance?"

"sure."

"In New York, you rejected me."

"Really? I can't remember clearly."

"..." Continue to pretend.

Back then, she wanted to dance with him, but he refused, but later she danced with another woman.

He will probably never know how she felt at that time.

It still makes me sad when I think about it.

Ji Changmu stood up on his own initiative and held out his hand to her: "Here."

The man stood under the light, with an upright posture and deep features. The warm light shone on his dark shirt, and there was a lot of tenderness hidden in his eyes.

Qiao Muyuan wore a pair of silver-white high heels tonight, paired with a gold velvet green knee-length skirt, which was elegant and noble.
Chapter completed!