'Guiying' narrowed her eyes, watching Zixin patiently waiting for her. Dressed in a white shirt and with black coat and pants, there was no doubt he emitted a CEO vibe. The heads in the cafe frequently turned to look at the presence of this man whose class clearly didn't match that of this cafe's.
'She' walked past the obviously noticeable stares and put her bag on the table. She folded her arms and spoke, "Couldn't you have worn a bit more obvious clothes?"
Zixin beamed at her sight. "Hello. You came."
"..."
"Did you give me a choice with your persistent back to back messaging?"
"I did. Tomorrow. Or the day after tomorrow. Or whenever you wanted," he seriously answered.
"Why is there not an option of not meeting at all?" 'She' angrily chuckled.
Zixin pressed his lips. "But then how will we get to know each other? And then how will I become your friend?"
'She' grudgingly sat on the chair opposite him. "Way too serious about this friendship thing..." she muttered to herself.
He glanced at her leg. "It seems your ankle is all better now."
'She' shrugged. "A little pain is not going to faze me."
He remained silent at that.
I don't want you to have even a little pain...
"Why didn't you let the police arrest your brother?" He asked with a hint of dissatisfaction in his voice. "For how he behaved, he deserves to rot in jail."
'Guiying' paused. "I won't argue with you on that."
But this idiot didn't want to. That fucker deserves the worst punishment and she is wasting her kindness on all the wrong people. No wonder she gets used and thrown away every single time.
'She' sneered. "This is just one chance. I won't be so merciful next time."
"A brother like him doesn't deserve any chances. What if he gets more dangerous next time?"
"I will handle it," she resolutely and sharply said, "I have been handling it all this time."
He looked into her no-nonsense and unforgiving gaze. Once again, he felt those same questions about her past swirling in his mind.
How did she live as a child? How was the relationship between her and Cai Lingyun? What did she have to bear in all these years?
"How was your childhood?" He asked even when he knew her answer.
'Guiying' threw him a glance. "Nothing to do with you."
Zixin pursed his lips. The strong urge inside him to know more about her kept him riling and unsettling. But the more frustrating part was that she didn't trust him to that level yet where she could share everything about her. A sense of impatience grew within him because she was right in front of him, yet there was a strange boundary between them.
From a distance then, Zixin noticed a waiter bringing a bunch of beautiful pink rose bouquets. He blinked and a thought came across his mind.
"Give me a moment."
"Sure."
Zixin walked upto the waiter and politely asked, "Can I have one of those?"
The waiter glanced at the bouquet. The roses were actually brought for decorating the upper deck of the restaurant. Though Zixin's mannerisms were polite, he was groomed to look like a high class executive which slightly intimidated the waiter.
"S-Sure sir! You can take the whole bouquet if you want!" He didn't want to offend a wealthy man and compromise his job.
Zixin blinked once in confusion. "I just want one flower. Can I?"
"Have the whole bouquet Sir, no problem!" He handed the entire bouquet to Zixin, bowed and escaped.
'Guiying' saw Zixin coming back with a befuddled expression on his face. But more than that, the bouquet shocked her the most. "...What is with the bouquet?"
"I just asked for a single rose. The waiter somehow handed me the entire bouquet," he frowned, "I don't understand."
'Her' mouth twitched. "Do you need to ask? You scared him."
"But I was very polite."
"Your high-class clothes, watch and branded boots don't scream much politeness, which makes one person feel that he wouldn't want to offend you," 'she' raised her brow. "That's what my first question was. This is just a local restaurant, not your regular five star one. Don't wear such obvious clothes."
Zixin thought about it and nodded. "I will keep that in mind."
'She' shrugged. "What are these roses for?"
He smiled and as he took a seat, he placed the bouquet on the table. "I liked the pink color of these flowers. I brought the flowers because you like pink cherry blossoms too," his eyes gleamed with utmost sincerity, "Whenever I see something pink, I always think about you. It feels warm and pleasant when you are surrounded by pink."
'She' abruptly stopped drinking her coffee, almost spilling a few drops on her dress.
His eyes widened, and he quickly offered her a tissue. "Are you okay? Did the hot coffee spill on you?"
'She' slowly took the tissue, staring hard at him. 'She' remembered one of the letters from MrPerfect when he had sent some cherry blossom petals with it.
'I came across these beautiful petals and immediately thought of you. I like it when you are surrounded by pink. It feels warm and pleasant.'
Zixin asked with worry, "Are you hurt?"
"...No."
He sighed in relief.
"Why did you bring the roses again?"
He gave a soft smile. "Just felt like it. I saw the roses and thought you would definitely like it."
He glanced at the roses and then at her, his eyes beaming. "Indeed. You shine brighter with pink flowers. No wonder you like cherry blossoms so much. Pink really suits you."
For just a moment, 'she' saw MrPerfect's image clash with him. The words were so similar that she couldn't help but think about the letters.
Impossible! This is foolishness! Chen Zixin has nothing to do with MrPerfect.
Yet, there was a slight rattling in her heart. Why did Zixin remind her of MrPerfect when Jun holds that identity?
Maybe I am too much focussing on my revenge that I always think of MrPerfect!