Chapter 12: Going On A Date With You
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The Young Miss' passionate eyes were clearly pure and kind, but Wen Ruoxian always felt that she was being calculated.
Her conscience condemns herself.
She shouldn't speculate about like this.
After waiting for a long time and seeing that she remained silent, the light in Song Qingluo's eyes gradually dimmed, and her voice lowered: "If you don't like it, you can call me by my full name."
Wen Ruoxian hurriedly explained: "I don't dislike it."
Her sense of boundaries and propriety was playing tricks on her. This term of address was too intimate, and she had an intuition that if she said it, she would lose control and fall into an abyss with no chance of return.
Song Qingluo asked lightly: "You think we haven't gotten to know each other that well, right?"
The dim yellow light entered through the window. She turned her face, long eyelashes trembling, her skin as delicate as soft mist. The shadows where light and darkness met looked like an oil painting. The contours of her lips and nose were exquisitely beautiful.
Anyone looking at this face would not want to disappoint it.
Wen Ruoxian was no exception.
After some thought, she frankly said, "I treat everyone the same."
Song Qingluo's gaze took on a scrutinizing look as if she was considering how believable this statement was, and then she asked, "You and CEO Cheng don't do this privately, right?"
Cheng Suran was Wen Ruoxian's sensitive nerve.
When she mentioned her, her face changed slightly, and she subconsciously entered a defensive state: "Why are you asking this?"
"Before, there were rumors in the company. You and CEO Cheng have known each other for many years, and your relationship is really good. It's like when you see one, you can see the other. I guess that at this point, you probably don't mind the way you address each other," Song Qingluo said, her eyes lowered, and she lightly traced the patterns on her sleeve cuffs as if she were talking to herself.
"I really envy CEO Cheng."
There was concern both in the words and between the lines, and there was a vague sourness.
Wen Ruoxian was taken aback.
She thought she must have misheard, but the person was right there.
A subtle emotion briefly crossed her mind, too quick to hold onto, and it was blown away by a strong wind.
People like her were very sensitive to the same sex. Any tiny movement or an unintentional few words from others fell on that extra nerve she had, like a dragonfly touching the water, creating delicate ripples.
Among friends, it's inevitable to care about closeness.
Misunderstanding someone's intentions is truly absurd.
She secretly celebrated, glad that it only stayed in her heart and didn't embarrass her.
"It's okay, I won't force anyone."
After mumbling to herself, Song Qingluo lifted her head, her eyes sparkling as she looked at her. "You can call me however you want, as long as we're friends in the future."
"I should go home."
Wen Ruoxian redirected her thoughts, and her immediate reaction was, "I'll drive you."
Song Qingluo raised an eyebrow. "What, saving electricity for my car?" She pointed to the one next to hers.
Wen Ruoxian awkwardly smiled.
"Bye-bye."
The Young Miss pushed open the door, not looking back.
Wen Ruoxian watched her silhouette move from right to left, getting into the car next door. Two beams of headlights suddenly lit up, a glacial blue cutting through the night wind as it drove towards the gate, disappearing completely.
She glanced at the empty passenger seat.
Empty, just like her heart.
After the lively event, when the crowd dispersed, she was left standing alone, overwhelmed by a sense of solitude.
After a while, she picked up her phone, opened WeChat, and changed Song Qingluo's nickname to "Qingluo," with the group label still "Ancestor."
Starting with words, she would begin to get used to it.
….
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The Young Miss' probation period was coming to an end, and Wen Ruoxian always remembered that she owed her a meal.
Two days in advance, she reserved a customized meal at "Yunji" and inquired about Song Qingluo's taste preferences. Although the Miss wasn't a picky eater, she earnestly listed a few "enemies."
For example, garlic.
She could accept garlic as an ingredient, but she absolutely wouldn't eat it. Garlic-roasted oysters, scallops, prawns, and so on were exceptions.
Another example is coriander.
Even a slight smell of it would make her nauseous.
There were also onions, ginger, sashimi, shiitake mushrooms, and more.
She could handle spicy food.
As Wen Ruoxian looked at Song Qingluo's message with these preferences, she suddenly thought of Cheng Suran. Because, aside from being able to handle spicy food, most of her likes and dislikes were similar to Cheng Suran's.
Some were even the same.
Her old phone's notes still contained Ranran's habits.
And thinking about the Young Miss appearing in front of her for no apparent reason…
Her mood became inexplicably restless and heavy.
Wen Ruoxian rubbed her forehead, shook her head, and made a call to "Yunji," waiting for them to answer. "Hello, I'm Ms. Wen, I have a reservation for the day after tomorrow, and I have some requests regarding the side dishes..."
She gave instructions while taking notes.
On the day of the reservation, throughout the morning, Song Qingluo bombarded her WeChat every half an hour.
The Young Miss was excited and looking forward to it.
Wen Ruoxian, who had been busy all morning, couldn't help but laugh when she saw the messages. It was just a meal, but Song Qingluo made her feel like she was going on an exciting excursion.
[I'll go to the car early and wait for you. You can avoid the crowd.]
Concerned about her colleagues seeing Song Qingluo in her car. With just over ten minutes left until lunch break, she tidied up her things and left the office.
As she passed by the administrative department, she unconsciously glanced over.
Her gaze met the Young Miss' gaze head-on.
She was sitting at the workstation by the window, which was about two square meters in size, like an invisible cage.
Song Qingluo winked at her
Wen Ruoxian's lips almost curled into a smile, but she abruptly remembered that they were in the company, in the presence of a crowd, so she forcibly restrained herself and turned her face away.
She went downstairs and got in the car.
She turned on the radio to listen to the news.
It was so quiet that her ears ached. Wen Ruoxian gradually began to feel a sense of anticipation, as if it was more than just a meal. She didn't have to wait too long before a silver blur appeared in her field of vision.
The passenger door was opened, and a burst of fragrant wind came in.
A familiar scent.
"I'm here," Song Qingluo got into the car, "sorry for the wait."
She had obviously dressed up carefully, with bright red lips, skin like fresh snow, a fur-collared leather jacket, and shiny metal accessories around her waist, displaying a distinctive and modern style.
Wen Ruoxian looked her up and down and couldn't help but smile. "Why do you look like you're going on a date?"
"It is a date," Song Qingluo lightly arched her brows and suddenly released her hand that was about to fasten the seatbelt. She leaned closer to her.
Red lips exhaled a slow breath. "A date with you."
Wen Ruoxian stopped breathing.
At close range, she noticed that Song Qingluo's black eyeliner extended to the ends of her eyes, slightly upturned, outlining tiny triangles.
Like cat ears.
A wild cat.
Her heart throbbed suddenly, and she had to lean back.
She almost bumped into the window again.
"It's just a meal..." Wen Ruoxian inexplicably panicked and discreetly pushed her away.
"Sit down."
Song Qingluo showed a sly smile, but for just a moment, she sat back obediently and muttered while fastening her seat belt: "I can't help teasing if you're being serious."
Wen Ruoxian remained silent, turned off the radio, and started the car.
"Have you received the audio I sent you?" Song Qingluo observed her secretly.
"What?"
"Last time you said you liked the solo piece, I sent it to your email."
"Okay, I'll check when I get back."
Wen Ruoxian kept her eyes straight ahead, appearing entirely focused on driving. But she felt her face getting a bit warm.
Did she turn on the heater?
She couldn't remember, she had to glance at it.
She cast a quick look at the control panel and coincidentally met Song Qingluo's gaze. She froze and awkwardly looked away.
Why would she feel warm if she hadn't turned on the heater?
Perhaps she was just wearing too much. Since she turned thirty, she had become more conscious of various things, not seeking coolness in summer, keeping warm in autumn and winter...
"Why are you peeking at me?" Song Qingluo stared at her playfully.
Wen Ruoxian was startled and explained seriously, "I wasn't peeking at you. I forgot if I had turned on the heater, so I wanted to check."
"Are you cold?"
"Not really."
"Then why check if the heater is on or not?"
"..."
She had a hunch that the Young Miss was about to engage in verbal sparring with her again. She had a sharp tongue and was not easy to deal with.
Wen Ruoxian decided to change the topic. "You sent so many messages this morning; you seemed quite excited."
"Yes, I am very excited," Song Qingluo gazed at her face with a soft tone. "Because I'm looking forward to having a meal with you, and it makes me happy, I feel very eager. Time feels like it's passing so slowly, I want to see you immediately..."
Her long hair hung by her ear, revealing her profile perfectly.
A faint crimson hue began to spread across her skin.
Wen Ruoxian naturally felt her gaze but maintained her calm composure, casually complimenting, "You have a sweet tongue, very good with words."
"Do you like me talking like this?"
"Anyone would like it."
"..."
Pedant.
She wasn't falling for it.
Sometimes gullible, sometimes not.
She decided to let her off this time, considering she had been startled to the point of blushing. After all, there would be plenty of opportunities in the future.
Song Qingluo thought leisurely.
The company was not far from "Yunji", about a fifteen-minute drive. Wen Ruoxian handed the car over to the valet, and the two of them walked side by side. After only a few steps, the person next to her suddenly held her arm.
"You…"
"What's wrong?" Song Qingluo raised her eyes in confusion.
Wen Ruoxian did not break away, swallowed her words, and shook her head: "Nothing."
Guided by the concierge, they passed through a floating bridge and a fountain corridor and arrived at the skybox. Just as they sat down, the head chef came over to greet them and introduced the ingredients for all the dishes today, as well as the general cooking methods.
The appetizers and main courses were served at just the right time.
Song Qingluo didn't have any intention to take advantage of Wen Ruoxian. She genuinely liked the food here and wanted to recommend it. After picking up her chopsticks, her mouth didn't stop moving. She was either eating or talking.
Wen Ruoxian listened patiently while eating.
One meal cost 70,000 yuan.
When they left the private room, Song Qingluo contentedly hooked her arm through Wen Ruoxian's. In her mind, she was making calculations, thinking, "This time you treated me, and next time I'll treat you. Then we can go on another date."
The word "date" sounded somewhat ambiguous, no matter how you heard it.
You come, I go, and there will be no end...
Wen Ruoxian was about to say something when Song Qingluo suddenly stopped and stared rigidly ahead. She had to stop too.
A middle-aged woman with an elegant demeanor walked toward them.
"Mom?"
