Chapter 492: The Confession (6)
Translator: Lonelytree Editor: Millman97
When Auntie Su saw Su Zhinian nod, she asked excitedly, “A girl that you like?”
Su Zhinian answered with a light “hmm” as he clicked open the “I love you” message from Song Qingchun. He highlighted it, and the delete option appeared on screen.
Since this is just a joke, might as well delete it…
Su Zhinian’s finger hovered over the delete button, but eventually he still moved his finger away.
Even if it’s just a joke, it’s still great memorabilia…
Auntie Su’s smile practically reached the edges of her face. So, my son has a girl that he fancies…
“Ah Nian, you should have told me you have a girl that you like, when are you going to bring her home for me to see?”
The topic depressed Su Zhinian even more. He put his phone gently away and replied in a level tone, “We’ll see.”
“What do you mean, we’ll see? If you like her, then marry her. Don’t worry, no matter who that girl is, as long as you like her, I will gladly welcome her into the house.”
As long as I like her, Mother, you’ll welcome her into the house? If I really bring Song Qingchun home, you’ll probably be the first one to object…
Su Zhinian’s lips were stretched thin. He lowered his gaze to hide the disappointment in his eyes from his mother.
…
That night, after Song Qingchun met up with Su Zhinian, she managed her emotions very well; there were no telling signs that she was in love with him. She acted as she usually did.
During the movie, Song Qingchun only managed to pay attention to the movie for about twenty minutes. She spent the rest of the time focused on Su Zhinian, who sat beside her. It looked as if she was paying attention to the screen, but actually, she had been studying Su Zhinian’s handsome profile out of the corner of her eyes. It got to a point where she had forgotten she was in a theatre and started envisioning her future with Su Zhinian.
Even so, Song Qingchun did not slip up before Su Zhinian. She hid her emotions perfectly well. After the movie was over, Song Qingchun, who had zero recollection of the plot, had high praise for it and chatted happily about it with Su Zhinian.
When they left the theatre, it was already 11.30 pm.
There was only half an hour left of Su Zhinian’s birthday. Before coming to the movie, Song Qingchun had done all the necessary planning, so after getting into Su Zhinian’s car, she pointed at a nearby 24-hour restaurant and said, “How about we go there for supper?”
Su Zhinian nodded easily. Then, the car slowed to a crawl before stopping at the entrance to the restaurant.
The place was elegantly decorated. It had an outdoorsy feeling to it with the hanging flower pots in the area.
The restaurant was huge, but there were few customers. Only two to three tables near the entrance were occupied, and they were intimately whispering among themselves.
In the middle of the restaurant, there was an elevated stage where a young woman was singing softly while strumming her guitar.
The atmosphere in the restaurant was quiet yet intimate. Song Qingchun and Su Zhinian selected the innermost table and sat down across from each other.
