140: Chapter 140 Will You Like Me?

Ye Xueying's face flushed red, from her cheeks to her earlobes, and from her earlobes down to her neck.

She lowered her head, her fingers twisting the hem of her clothes, her voice as soft as a mosquito's hum.

"Really, not old..."

Wang Yang laughed, his laughter very light, like a breeze blowing across the surface of a lake.

"That's good."

He picked up his teacup, took a sip, and looked at Ye Xueying.

"What about you? Have you ever been in love? Is there someone you like?"

Ye Xueying shook her head.

"No."

Wang Yang raised an eyebrow.

"No? You're so pretty, how could you not have any young boys chasing after you?"

Ye Xueying's face turned even redder, her fingers twisting the hem of her clothes, twisting and then releasing, releasing and then twisting again.

"They... are too childish."

Wang Yang laughed.

"Childish? Then what kind do you like?"

Ye Xueying lifted her head, glanced at him, and then quickly lowered it again.

"I, I can't say."

Her voice grew softer and softer, until it finally faded away completely.

The private room went quiet, with only the faint humming sound of the air conditioning vent.

Wang Yang watched her, a smile on his lips, not asking any further.

Outside the window, the sky had turned completely dark, and the city lights lit up one by one, merging into a brilliant sea of light.

The room remained quiet for a while, then Wang Yang set down his teacup, leaned forward slightly, rested his arms on the table, and looked at Ye Xueying.

His gaze was direct, not frivolous, but carried a hint of playfulness.

"Then what do you think of me?"

Ye Xueying was taken aback, lifted her head, met his eyes, and then quickly looked away.

Her fingers clenched tightly on her knees, her knuckles turning white, and her heart beat so fast it felt like it was about to jump out of her throat.

"What, what do you mean..."

The smile on Wang Yang's lips deepened.

"I mean, what do you think of me as a person? Am I handsome?"

Ye Xueying's ears were as red as if they were dripping blood, her lips trembling, and she didn't know where to look.

She lowered her head, staring at the teacup on the table; the tea inside had already gone cold.

Reflecting the lights from the ceiling, it swayed gently.

Her mind was a mess, like water stirred with a stick, unable to think clearly about anything.

"I..."

She opened her mouth, her voice so small it was almost inaudible.

"Handsome..."

Wang Yang chuckled softly, the sound very light, like a feather landing on the surface of the water.

Ye Xueying's heart skipped a beat, and she froze there, as if she had been hit by a paralyzing spell.

She dared not lift her head, dared not look at him, and didn't even dare to breathe.

She was afraid that if she lifted her head, her face would burn up.

She was afraid that if she looked at him, she would blurt out something she shouldn't say.

Wang Yang looked at her appearance, a hint of softness appearing in his eyes.

He spoke again, his voice not loud, carrying a hint of playfulness.

"Then will you like me?"

Ye Xueying's mind exploded with a buzz.

This sentence was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake.

Ripples spread out in circles, causing her whole being to sway.

Ye Xueying's face instantly turned bright red, from her cheeks to her earlobes, from her earlobes to her neck, and from her neck to her collarbone.

Her fingers gripped the hem of her clothes, gripping so hard her knuckles turned white, her lips trembling, unable to say a single word.

In her mind, only one voice echoed repeatedly—Will you like me?

Will you like me?

Will you like me?

Her heart beat so fast it felt like it was about to jump out of her throat, and her breathing was as rapid as if she had just finished a marathon.

She didn't know what to say, didn't know what to do.

She was like someone nailed in place, frozen on the chair, not even daring to blink.

Wang Yang looked at Ye Xueying's appearance and finally couldn't help but laugh out loud.

The laughter wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the quiet private room.

He leaned back against the chair, hands behind his head, a smile on his lips.

"Alright, I won't tease you anymore."

Ye Xueying lifted her head, looking at him, her eyes slightly red, her lips still trembling.

She felt a sense of relief in her heart, but also a vague, indescribable sense of loss.

Wang Yang picked up his chopsticks, picked up a piece of the cold dish the Waitress had just brought, and placed it in her bowl.

"Eat. The food is getting cold."

Ye Xueying gave a hum, lowered her head, picked up her chopsticks, and picked up that piece of cold dish to put into her mouth.

She chewed twice, not knowing what it tasted like, because her mind was still a mess.

She ate this meal for nearly an hour, and the flush on her face never faded the whole time.

She dared not look up at Wang Yang; every time she accidentally met his gaze, her heart would accelerate, and her face would turn even redder.

She could only keep her head down, eating one bite at a time, her chopsticks poking around in her bowl, not knowing what she was eating.

Wang Yang, on the other hand, ate very naturally, occasionally picking up a chopstick of food to put in her bowl, occasionally picking up his teacup for a sip.

Outside the window, the night grew thicker, and the city lights shone in a vast expanse, like a flowing river.

...

The two of them had eaten about enough; Wang Yang set down his chopsticks, and Ye Xueying also set down hers.

Her face was still red; from the time she entered the private room until now, it hadn't really faded.

The door was knocked twice, and a middle-aged man walked in.

He was in his early forties, wearing a dark suit, his hair combed neatly, and a proper smile on his face.

It was the restaurant manager.

He walked quickly to Ye Xueying, bowed slightly, his tone respectful.

"Miss Ye, was the food to your liking tonight?"

Ye Xueying lifted her head, glanced at him, then glanced at Wang Yang, her face slightly flushed.

"It was quite good."

The manager's smile deepened.

"That's good, that's good. It's rare for you to visit, Miss Ye. If there's anything you're dissatisfied with, just say the word, and I'll have them improve it."

Ye Xueying shook her head.

"No need. It was quite good."

She stood up, picked up the coat draped over the back of the chair, and put it on.

Wang Yang also stood up.

The manager quickly stepped aside, making a gesture of invitation.

"Miss Ye, please take care. We welcome you next time."

Ye Xueying nodded, said nothing, and walked out.

Wang Yang followed beside her, and the two walked out of the private room, through the corridor, and down the stairs.

The manager followed to the top of the stairs, stopped, and watched them walk out the door.

The Waitress nearby leaned over and lowered her voice.

"Manager, that was Miss Ye, right? The mayor's daughter?"

The manager nodded, not saying anything.

The Waitress glanced at Wang Yang's back outside the glass door, curiosity in her eyes.

"Who is that guy next to her? To actually be able to walk with Miss Ye and even eat alone..."

The manager turned his head, glanced at her, his gaze indifferent.

"Don't ask what you shouldn't."

The Waitress shrank her neck, not daring to say anything more.

...

The two walked out of the restaurant, and the night wind rushed to meet them, carrying the chill of the twelfth lunar month.

Ye Xueying shrank her neck and turned up the collar of her coat.

Wang Yang had his hands in his coat pockets, his pace neither fast nor slow.

Brother Li's car was still parked at the entrance, the black Passat gleaming faintly under the streetlights.

Seeing the two come out, he pushed open the car door, preparing to get out and open the door for them.

Ye Xueying suddenly spoke.

"Brother Li, I want to take a walk for a while."

Brother Li was stunned for a moment, glanced at Wang Yang, and then at Ye Xueying.