50: Chapter 50 Couple's Restaurant, Shy

But those were not tears of regret.

They were of hatred, of resentment.

Young Master Zhang walked in front, suddenly stopped, and turned back to look at her.

"What are you crying for? Are you not embarrassed enough yet?"

Liu Qian quickly wiped away her tears, keeping her head down, not daring to speak.

Young Master Zhang walked over, reached out to pinch her chin, and lifted her face up.

"Liu Qian, let me tell you, you embarrassed me today. I'll settle the score with you when we get back."

Liu Qian looked at him, her eyes full of fear.

Young Master Zhang let go, turned around, and continued walking.

Liu Qian stood in place, watching his back.

A thought suddenly popped into her mind.

If Wang Yang hadn't dumped her.

If the one she was following now was Wang Yang...

Then she wouldn't have to kneel on the ground, wouldn't have to be kicked, and wouldn't have to live like a dog.

But Wang Yang didn't want her.

What Wang Yang wanted was Zhao Yaqin.

Liu Qian clenched her fists, her nails digging into her flesh.

It hurt.

But the hatred in her heart hurt even more.

She lowered her head and followed behind Young Master Zhang, walking forward step by step.

The cold wind blew over, making her shiver all over.

But the fire in her heart burned even brighter.

...

The sunlight was just right, shining warmly on the car window.

Wang Yang had one hand on the steering wheel.

His other hand rested on the gear shifter, a faint smile on the corners of his mouth.

In the passenger seat, Zhao Yaqin leaned back in the seat.

She was still clutching those bags filled with gold, an irrepressible smile on her face.

"What are you smiling about?"

Wang Yang turned his head to look at her.

Zhao Yaqin shook her head and turned her face toward the window.

The street scene outside the car window flashed by quickly; red lanterns hung at the doorways of shops, and the festive atmosphere of the New Year was already very strong.

That scene in the Shopping Mall just now was still spinning in her mind.

She would never forget the way Liu Qian knelt on the ground for the rest of her life.

It had been over twenty years.

From the moment she picked up that infant in swaddling clothes at the hospital entrance, she had poured all her heart and soul into Liu Qian.

She scrimped and saved to put her through school, worked from dawn till dusk to cook for her, and stayed by her bedside all night when she was sick.

And what was the result?

She had raised an ingrate.

As Zhao Yaqin thought about it, her eyes grew a little warm.

But she didn't cry.

Because Wang Yang was by her side.

She turned her head and looked at Wang Yang's profile.

The sunlight fell on his face, highlighting his distinct features and handsome eyes.

This man was ten thousand times better than that ingrate.

Wang Yang noticed her gaze and reached out to hold her hand.

"What are you thinking about?"

Zhao Yaqin said softly.

"I've figured it out."

Wang Yang raised an eyebrow.

"Figured out what?"

Zhao Yaqin smiled.

"Figured out that some people aren't worth it."

Wang Yang squeezed her hand.

"Then don't think about them."

Zhao Yaqin nodded.

"Mm, I won't think about it anymore."

...

The scene shifted.

The car stopped in front of a restaurant.

The restaurant wasn't big, but it was exquisitely decorated.

There were fresh flowers at the entrance and red heart stickers on the glass windows; it was clearly a place for couples to go on dates.

Sunlight shone in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, making it warm inside, where several couples were sitting.

Zhao Yaqin got out of the car, looked at the door, and was stunned.

"This, this is..."

Wang Yang locked the car, walked over, and put his arm around her waist.

"A couple's restaurant. Never been here before, right?"

Zhao Yaqin blushed.

Of course she hadn't.

When she married her husband in her youth, they were too poor to even afford eating out.

Later, after being a widow for over a decade, no one had ever taken her to a place like this.

She tugged on Wang Yang's sleeve and said quietly.

"Xiao Yang, this place, at my age..."

Wang Yang looked down at her.

"What age are you?"

Zhao Yaqin opened her mouth but didn't say anything.

Wang Yang reached out and pinched her cheek.

"Sister Yaqin, in my eyes, you are much prettier than those young girls. This place was prepared just for you."

Zhao Yaqin's face turned even redder.

Wang Yang took her hand and pushed the door open to go in.

As the door opened, warmth and soft music poured out together.

The decor was very stylish, with light wood tables and chairs, warm yellow lighting, and a rose placed on every table.

The window seats were the best; sunlight spilled in, making the whole table bright.

A Waitress in uniform came up to greet them, with a professional smile on her face.

"Good afternoon, sir and madam. Do you have a reservation?"

Wang Yang shook his head.

"No, are there any tables available now?"

The Waitress glanced at Zhao Yaqin, and her eyes lit up.

"Yes, yes, this way, please."

She led them inside and stopped at a booth by the window.

The location was great; the sunlight shone in and fell right onto the table.

The two sat down.

The Waitress handed over the menu and said to Zhao Yaqin with a smile.

"Madam, you are so beautiful. The color of this coat really suits you."

Zhao Yaqin was stunned for a moment, her face turning slightly red.

"Th-thank you."

The Waitress took another look at Wang Yang.

"Your boyfriend is also very handsome. The two of you are truly a perfect match."

Zhao Yaqin's face turned even redder.

After the Waitress left, she muttered softly.

"Are waitresses these days all this sweet-talkers..."

Wang Yang laughed.

"It's not sweet-talking; it's the truth."

Zhao Yaqin glared at him, but there was no annoyance in her eyes, only sweetness.

After ordering, while waiting for the meal, Wang Yang kept holding her hand.

The sunlight shone in from outside the window, falling on both of them, feeling warm.

A young couple was sitting at the table next to them, and the woman kept glancing over from time to time.

Then she leaned into the man's ear and whispered something.

The man also looked over, his gaze lingering on Zhao Yaqin for a second before he quickly looked away.

Zhao Yaqin noticed it, and her face grew slightly hot.

Wang Yang naturally noticed it too.

He smiled, reached out to put his arm around Zhao Yaqin's shoulder, and pulled her a bit closer to him.

Zhao Yaqin leaned against him, her heart pounding.

Another man walked by, paused for a moment, and his gaze fell on Zhao Yaqin.

Wang Yang looked up and met the man's gaze.

The man quickly averted his eyes and walked away briskly.

Zhao Yaqin couldn't help but laugh.

"What are you doing..."

Wang Yang looked down at her.

"Let them look; you're my woman anyway."

Zhao Yaqin felt sweet inside, but she said softly.

"So bossy..."

Wang Yang lowered his head and gave her lips a light peck.

Zhao Yaqin's face instantly turned bright red.

"You, there are so many people here..."

Wang Yang laughed.

"So what if there are people? I'm kissing my own woman."

Zhao Yaqin buried her face in his shoulder, not daring to look up.

But the smile on her face just couldn't be suppressed.

The dishes were served quickly.

Steak, pasta, salad, and dessert were laid out on the table.

Wang Yang cut the steak and pushed the plate in front of her.

Zhao Yaqin looked at him, her eyes growing a little warm.

This man really cherished her.

She thought of Liu Qian.

She thought of the way Liu Qian looked kneeling on the ground and the words she had said.

"You be the mistress, she'll be the wife, and we'll both serve you..."

Zhao Yaqin felt a wave of nausea.

It had been over twenty years.

She asked herself, she had not been unkind to Liu Qian.

Food, clothing, daily necessities—she hadn't let her go without anything.

When she was sick as a child, she had stayed by her side night after night.

After she grew up and started working, she had pulled strings to help her find connections.

When she started dating, she had hoped she would find a good man.

And what was the result?