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Chapter 1289: The Story of Ling and Heng (552)
Feng Ling was expressionless. âMr. Ianâs joke is not funny.â
Ian chuckled. âWhat if I really jump?â
Feng Ling glanced at him coldly. âThen jump. I wonât stop you.â
âTsk, youâre really...â Ian really loved and hated her temper. In the end, he could only grit his teeth. Although he wished he could pull her into his arms and kiss her to let him know that he was not a good-tempered and patient person, he still knew that he could not be too hasty. Otherwise, he would only push her further away.
They entered the elevator that only the senior executives of the bank building could take, so their journey was smooth and unhindered. They did not stop at the center of the 70th floor and directly reached the top floor.
After the elevator arrived, Ian watched with a smile as Feng Ling reached out and made a gesture for her to enter.
Feng Ling didnât understand and walked out. When she stepped out of the elevator, she saw that there was still a small staircase about ten floors above the rooftop. She walked over.
The moment she walked up the stairs to the rooftop, the empty space in front of her was filled with red roses. They were not petals but a fresh red rose, and in the middle was a huge heart shape made of white roses.
Feng Ling paused.
Ian walked behind her. âI know this method looks a bit tacky, but according to my observation, your experience and everything about you are very simple. I donât know if youâll like this kind of tacky way of expressing myself, but at least Iâm sincere. If I can get even a little bit of your heart, Iâll be willing to spread flowers all over the street.â
Feng Ling :â...â
Ian walked up to her and looked down at her silent face. âI invited you so many times, but you refused to have dinner with me. Since youâre here today, why donât you have dinner with me?â
Feng Ling turned to look at him. âMr. Ian, I think I should tell you...â
âYou donât have to say anything.â He reached out to hold her wrist. As Feng Ling subconsciously tried to pull her hand out, he held it tightly and looked at her firmly. âAt least, before you return to America, I have to leave something in your heart, even if itâs just a little. This way, at least when I chase you to America, Iâll have a reason to see you.â
Feng Ling was led into the large rose field in front of them. She stepped on a small empty path in the middle until she saw a delicate table in front of her. At this moment, Ian pressed a bell on the table, and immediately, someone brought up exquisitely carved candles and various exquisite food, placing them on the table.
After those people filled up the table, he signaled for them to leave. When there were only the two of them left, he walked over and pulled out a chair, signaling her to sit down.
The only pursuit Feng Ling had ever experienced was Li Nanhengâs âI like you; I want youâ style. He didnât even give her a decent flower, let alone a rose path or a candle-lit dinner. In her impression, Li Nanheng had only given her a small cabin in the jungle, but it was later burned down.
As for the other feelings and pursuits, they were just simple feelings. At that time, Chen Beiqing offered her a bouquet of flowers every day, but he was rejected by her. She didnât even look at them.
She didnât have much experience when it came to love, so even though this scene looked tacky, it was the first time for her.
Seeing that Feng Ling didnât move, Ian turned around and pressed her shoulder down, pressing her to sit on the chair. âSince youâre already here, give me some face. If you leave now, all the employees in this building will see my grand appearance. You have to save me some face.â
Feng Ling didnât say anything. She just sat there, looked at the candles on the table, and then looked at the nearly thousand square roses under her feet. She didnât have to think to know that these flowers were very expensive, not to mention so many of them.
Seeing that she seemed to be willing to compromise, he did not resist her. Although she appeared uncomfortable, it was a good start.
He smiled and sat opposite her. After cutting the medium-well steak, he pushed the plate of steak in front of her and brought the untouched plate to his side, patiently cutting it.
Feng Ling watched his movements. âMr. Ian, I really donât know how to respond to your great kindness, but you should know my attitude. Even if I donât say it, you should know it.â
âI know.â Ian patiently cut his steak. âBut youâre still single. I have the right to pursue you. I never thought that I would be able to win your heart today, but thereâs a good saying in China. If youâre sincere, you can achieve anything you want. As time goes by, one day, Iâll find a breakthrough for you.â
Feng Ling did not eat the steak that had been cut in front of her. She glanced at the wine glass by the side, which had already been filled with red wine.
She waved the wine glass in her hand and chuckled. âIf my life hadnât changed so much since I was a year old, perhaps I would have experienced this many years ago. Flowers, red wine, a luxurious life where I donât have to worry about food, clothes, and expensive shoes...â
âUnfortunately, Mr. Ian, you donât know much about my past,â she said softly. âAlthough I am indeed the daughter of the Feng family in the United States, in my eyes, any rose here is enough for me to eat my fill. I am also very touched by such a luxurious and high-profile method, but at the same time, my heart aches. These are not suitable for me. Please donât do them again in the future.â
Ian stopped cutting the steak and looked up at her. He saw that Feng Ling had only taken a sip of red wine and had no intention of eating.
âZand told me some things about you, but he obviously doesnât know much about you.â Ian put down the knife and fork in his hand and wiped his hands with a wet towel. âDo you mind telling me about your past?â
Feng Ling smiled. âThereâs nothing to say.â
âIf you donât want to tell me, it means that your heart is not open to me.â Ian looked at her emotionally. âHow can I pry your heart open? How can I see what exactly is in your world? How can a girl be so cold and reject me so thoroughly? Even if you are playing hard to get, you have never done it.â
Feng Ling smiled lightly and took another sip of red wine. After all, this was the rooftop. In the autumn weather, it seemed to be windy. She didnât know where the wind came from, but the hair behind her shoulders was slightly messy.