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For this date, Yaxin meticulously sewed a dress by hand, following the style in the picture.
When she put on the dress, she seemed to transform completely, resembling a princess straight out of a fairy tale.
A girl of seventeen or eighteen didn't need extravagant adornments; just a hint of rosy blush on her cheeks was enough to captivate everyone in any setting.
Shen Yichen drove with his gaze fixed intently ahead, appearing completely focused. Meanwhile, Yaxin beside him couldn't sit still for a moment, like a lively little sparrow.
At one moment, she excitedly declared that she wanted to eat Western food, but then worried about embarrassing herself in a Western restaurant. Her conflicted expression was quite adorable.
Next, she became thrilled at the thought of seeing many blonde-haired, blue-eyed foreigners, but soon after, her face fell as she fretted over not understanding English and resolutely decided to study it harder.
After chattering for a while, she suddenly seemed to remember something important and quieted down. In a calm tone, she said, "When we get there, I don't want to call you Father."
Shen Yichen was somewhat surprised and asked, "Hmm? Why not? It's just dinner; you won't even acknowledge your father?"
Yaxin explained seriously, "We're only ten years apart. If I call you Father, people will question your character."
Shen Yichen raised an eyebrow and asked, "So how do you plan to address me? Hey? Or old man? Or brother?"
"Ah Chen." She parted her lips gently and softly uttered those two words. Then she tilted her head slightly and smiled at him radiantly, like flowers blooming in spring. "Just call you Ah Chen."
Her sweet voice carried an undeniable firmness. Upon hearing this name, he found himself momentarily lost in thought—Ah Chen? He repeated the name in his mind: Ah Chen!
The car smoothly passed through the bustling city and finally came to a gentle stop at the entrance of the restaurant.
He quickly got out of the car, smoothly opening the door for her while slightly bowing and elegantly extending his hand, allowing her to gently link her arm with his, showcasing impeccable Western etiquette.
Yaxin, experiencing such an occasion for the first time, appeared a bit shy. Her eyes sparkled like those of a curious fawn as she watched the blonde, blue-eyed foreigner moving about, mumbling strange sounds that filled her with novelty and excitement.
Once seated, she let out a sigh of relief but then quietly remarked, "Our language sounds better."
He merely smiled lightly at her comment, his expression calm, before turning to the approaching waiter to politely and skillfully place their order.
As he turned back, he noticed her intently observing the behavior of the people at the next table like a focused child. Upon catching his gaze, she playfully stuck out her tongue and said, "I wonder who owns this restaurant; it's so grand."
"You actually know that person," he replied calmly.
She blinked her bright eyes and quickly calculated in her mind. Suddenly, her eyes widened in astonishment as she exclaimed, "The the Ye Family is so wealthy!"
As if in response to Yaxin's words, the waiter soon brought their dishes to the table. The speed of service might well be a privilege reserved for future sons-in-law.
Halfway through their meal, Yaxin began to pester him until he relented and allowed her to fetch a bottle of red wine from the cabinet.
When she returned, he dared only to pour a little for her. After taking a small sip, her face scrunched up in distaste, resembling a child who had just tasted bitter medicine. He was about to burst into laughter when she shot him a fierce glare.
Yet she maintained her composure and suddenly seemed to remember something important. With a serious expression, she asked, "Achen, how did you meet Miss Ye?"
The first time he heard her call him that, he felt a bit uncomfortable, his body stiffening slightly, but he still slowly replied, "We go to the same school. She started a year later than me, and since we're from the same hometown, I looked out for her a bit more. I don't know when we ended up together."
"Wow, that must have been quite a few years ago, right? Why haven't you two gotten married yet?" she pressed on.
"At first, I thought we were too young. Later, we both got busy, and it just became a habit. She doesn't really want to get married, so I just went along with it," he explained helplessly.
"That's not right." She interrupted him bluntly, her eyes fixed on him. "It's because you don't love each other enough that you don't have the impulse to be together no matter what."
Her words were like a sharp knife, cutting through the darkness he had long concealed in his heart. His expression changed instantly, becoming grim as he struggled to find a response. His face fell as he said, "Yaxin, this is an adult matter."
Noticing his displeasure, she shrank back slightly and immediately plastered a flattering smile on her face. She took the wine bottle and filled his glass to the brim with red wine while murmuring, "Ah Chen, I'm sorry. Yaxin is making amends with you."
Shen Yichen looked at the full glass of red wine and felt a throbbing headache starting at his temples.
But when he saw her expectant gaze, he couldn't bear to disappoint her. He steeled himself and drank the wine in one go. Then he heard her excitedly exclaim, "Ah Chen, you're amazing! The waiter said this is the strongest red wine in the whole restaurant!"
That was the last thing he heard before his consciousness began to blur.
He only remembered Yaxin hurriedly coming over to support him, a sweet fragrance wafting into his nostrils. Her soft body pressed against him made him feel unbearably hot all over.
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