NOVPUBChapter 78: 78, Heartbeat, Speeding Up
Chapter 78: 78, Heartbeat, Speeding Up
Zhang Ailing once said that she was afraid of holding hands.
Because holding hands is a very sad process, as it is inevitably followed by letting go.
When Song Qinghuan read this, her thoughts were quite the opposite of Zhang Ailing’s. She enjoyed holding hands because she wasn’t afraid to let go, to face and shoulder what came next alone.
Moreover, letting go this time could possibly mean another hand to hold next time.
Without parting, how can there be reunion? Just like with her older brother.
Holding hands is a sign of confidence and strength, while letting go is freedom and soaring.
Other than her family, she never held the hand of any man, for she cherished the quote “To hold your hand, and grow old with you.”
But today this man suddenly held her hand. It was so sudden, catching her off guard, making her heart race.
More importantly, though this was their first time holding hands, it didn’t feel strange to her.
Song Qinghuan was startled and hastily pulled her hand back: “I can walk by myself!”
Shi Yuhuan glanced at Song Qinghuan, who had just brushed past him, then looked down at his empty hand, his gaze a little strange.
But very quickly, he was back to his normal self, quickly following her inside.
The restaurant was very quiet, not because it lacked customers – on the contrary, it was fully booked. The clientele were just talking very softly, their clothes and speech revealing that they were anything but ordinary.
The gentle sound of Scottish bagpipes filled the air, as Song Qinghuan mechanically followed Shi Yuhuan into a well-appointed but understated private room.
A gentleman-like waiter pulled out a chair for Song Qinghuan and asked her to sit down.
As Song Qinghuan turned, she saw Han Qianqian sitting not far from the door of their private room.
What was she up to? Was she following her around to see if she and Shi Yuhuan were really a couple?
Of course, if she saw Han Qianqian, then naturally Shi Yuhuan would see Han Qianqian, so throughout their meal, he was especially gentlemanly.
After asking in Chinese what Song Qinghuan wanted to eat, he then ordered in French from the waiter.
Spoken in fluent French, it rolled off his tongue easily.
Song Qinghuan didn’t understand a word, but she could tell that Shi Yuhuan’s French was impressive.
Following this, they both remained silent. Song Qinghuan was texting Mei Jun, letting her know she would be late.
While Shi Yuhuan stared at Song Qinghuan the entire time, his gaze cool and indifferent, as if she were merely a piece of furniture.
Song Qinghuan felt rather uncomfortable under his gaze. She initially intended to put her phone away after sending the message, but she couldn’t bring herself to look up under Shi Yuhuan’s scrutiny.
Thankfully, their order arrived quickly.
Song Qinghuan finally could stop pretending to use her phone and earnestly engage in a battle with the steak in front of her.
