Chapter 144 This Woman Doesn't Love Him

The driver was usually taciturn and would not take the initiative to chat with her unless it was necessary, let alone when he had already arrived at the door of the villa.

The sentence just now made me feel that the other party had some hidden meaning.

With doubts in his mind, Liang Weining picked up the gift bag and walked in.

Mid-levels seemed exceptionally quiet tonight, even deserted. Everything should be in good order at this point, but when I walked through the front yard, I didn't see any sign of the housekeeper or any servants.

When she entered the villa, she saw her slippers placed at the entrance. When she changed her shoes, she looked towards the living room. There were only a few faint wall lamps in the distance, and the light was extremely dim.

Not really, because after she turned around the atrium and came to the restaurant, the scene that came into view instantly dispelled her confusion and puzzlement.

The long European-style dining table has been carefully arranged, decorated with flowers and candlelight. The French Leila 1982 on the table has a mellow color. The sweetness of fermented red wine and the fragrance of roses are mixed in the air, and the rich fragrance permeates the night, filling the whole breath with tenderness and romance.

Following the candlelight and looking deeper, the man's noble and elegant body was sitting quietly at the end of the dining table. His gentle face was as deep and clear as ever, and even if he was just silent, it was enough to make one's heartbeat unbalanced and subconsciously hold one's breath.

Mr. Chen did not have time to change out of his formal suit tonight. His well-tailored handmade shirt was neatly ironed, and the precious fabric outlined the perfect silhouette of his shoulders. The rigorous and gentlemanly Windsor knot fit his full throat. Due to his calm and restrained aura, the gaze that fell on her face seemed restrained and deep.

Their eyes met briefly, and the man said in a dark tone: "Ningning, come here."

The voice with a magnetic granularity is flat and has no ups and downs. It is so ordinary that there is nothing unusual about it. However, on days and nights like this, there is a lack of warmth for no reason.

Maybe it was psychological factors, Liang Weining didn't think much about it, followed the man's instructions, and walked towards him along the dining table obediently.

Two French meals and a low-calorie dessert. I unexpectedly saw an exquisite cake placed next to the bright red rose. It was the niche brand store she mentioned casually before, and it turned out that Mr. Chen had remembered it in his mind.

Just as she was about to pull out the dining chair and sit down, her slender waist fell into the man's palm. His strong arm only needed to pull her back, and Liang Weining fell steadily on his strong and hard legs.

The posture was warm and ambiguous. The little girl blushed and let Chen Jingyuan hold her in his arms. Then she quietly watched the slender hands cut the steak slowly and elegantly, and brought a small piece of medium-rare steak to her mouth.

Liang Weining obediently opened her lips, bit them, chewed slowly in the flickering candlelight, and swallowed gracefully.

The chef hasn't changed, but the taste doesn't seem as good as before.

Tonight, what exactly went wrong?

While I was lost in thought, I heard Mr. Chen casually ask, "What do you want to do when you turn 23?"

He was asking about a whole year.

The girl lowered her eyes and thought seriously.

Probably, "I can successfully complete the probationary period and firmly identify my future development direction," she said.

Career always comes first. Regarding this, Liang Weining always remains rational and sober.

As for the rest.

The little girl silently met the man's deep gaze.

In the coming year, I hope to get along well with Mr. Chen.

One should not be too greedy. One should be down-to-earth and work hard step by step. When the time comes, everything will be perfect.

Thinking of this, Liang Weining looked at the cake in the middle of the table and suggested softly: "Otherwise, let's make a wish first."

"Don't want to tell me?" Chen Jingyuan asked.

The girl shook her head.

That's not what I meant.

She explained: "Birthday wishes don't come true if they are spoken out."

Sometimes I'm quite superstitious.

In fact, there is a secret: Liang Weining celebrates his birthday twice a year.

My ID card shows the Gregorian calendar, and since the date is special, I always celebrate July 7st with my friends whenever I am away from home.

Teacher Xie and Lao Liang are the older generation who are more accustomed to following the lunar calendar. For example, if we calculate this year, the time difference is exactly ten days. A few days ago, the old couple sent her red envelopes of love, and that night they video chatted in Xiangyue Mansion until eleven o'clock. It happened that the boss was away on a business trip, so he successfully missed her lunar birthday.

When she regained her composure and came to her senses, the 23-year-old candle was inserted into the exquisite cake, the small grinding wheel of the lighter was rubbed, and Mr. Chen lit it for her personally.

The little girl closed her eyes, clasped her hands in front of her chest, and lowered her head slightly. Her calm and gentle face was reflected in the candlelight. Chen Jingyuan just looked at her deeply and calmly.

I want to see her happy, carefree and smiling.

But who did I give today's smile to?

The moments she spent alone with her first love in the Entrepreneurship Park were probably the best gift she had ever received.

After making a wish and blowing out the candles, Liang Weining slowly opened her eyes, looked left and right, wondering where to start cutting, adjusted her position in the man's arms, and leaned over to get the cake plate and tools.

The candlelight was blocked by her body, and her vision dimmed. Her arm accidentally touched the gift bag placed beside her, and it fell onto the next chair with a thud. Along with the gift bag, another object also fell.

Liang Weining bent down to pick it up, and when he saw what was in his hand, he was stunned.

A beige velvet notebook with the following words written in beautiful small characters on the lower right corner of the cover: [Handbook Diary/Mr. Chen.]

It was originally stored in the study of Xiangyue Mansion, but now it suddenly appeared on the dining table of the villa halfway up the mountain.

She paused, turned her head slowly, and asked the man with a confused look.

Chen Jingyuan put his arms around her waist, his expression didn't change, but Liang Weining could clearly feel that the clear and clean breath was approaching her.

"Privacy?" He touched the girl's temple with the tip of his nose and spoke in a low voice from deep in his throat, loud enough for her to hear clearly.

The person in his arms shook his head in astonishment and only asked: "Did you see it?"

Not private.

At that time, she asked him to go into the study to help find the USB drive, but she realized later that her husband might see the diary in the drawer.

I didn't mean to hide it, but if he had really seen it, he shouldn't have reacted like this.

"Tell me what is recorded in it."

The hot breath was so close, and the man's tone was so gentle that it was difficult to tell what his emotion was.

Calm, or unhappy.

Liang Weining said frankly: "It has been my habit to keep accounts for many years. You sent a lot of things, and they are too expensive. I am worried that something will be missed."

After all, if one item is missing, it would cost tens or even millions.

After listening to her, Chen Jingyuan raised his lips and smiled faintly, and continued: "Besides this, what else is there?"

and also
The girl hesitated.

Dare not say.

Mr. Chen then went on to ask the next question: "From the time we established our relationship until now, what do you want to do by recording this?"

Waiting for the day when you can leave, planning to return it to him intact?

Or, just like before, treat all the things he gave as company property.

The boundaries are clear and one should not cross them.

This is how she treats this relationship.

I thought that he had expressed his feelings clearly enough on the yacht on the night of May 520. Unfortunately, even if I took ninety-nine steps, she would not respond even once.

Although we are reluctant to admit it, the facts are there.

This woman doesn't love him.

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