She sat opposite him, wearing an exquisite summer kimono with azure ink prints and a flawless and beautiful face, like a real angel.
Huang looked at the swirling leaves in the purple clay tea cup and listened to her soft and waxy voice.
"Mr. Huang, thank you for your hospitality today."
"However, I'm sorry, my mother may not have made it clear to you beforehand, but actually - I already have someone I like."
Huang didn't move, his expression didn't change, and even his dark, blazing eyes didn't waver at all.
He is cold, his temperament is cold, his face has no expression, and it has been like this from the beginning.
If I had to use one word to describe him, it would be "expressionless", or - facial paralysis.
Su Wanqing thought the other party was angry, her eyes narrowed slightly, and she lowered her head in shame, her long and curly eyelashes quivering like wings.
"I'm sorry, my relationship with that person can no longer be described as just love. We can't live without each other."
The more I said this, the heavier the guilt felt in my heart, but I had to continue talking.
"He is very important to me, so important that I can't imagine it. Just like air and water, if you lose it, you will die."
"Luo Xichen." A voice that was so cold that there was no warmth came out of Huang's mouth.
This was the first thing he said to her since he sat here tonight.
There was still no expression on his face, but his dark eyes, like obsidian, were as sharp as lightning, gripping her tightly.
"I..." Su Wanqing's face turned pale, and her hands under the table couldn't help but tremble.
Why does this man who we met for the first time know so clearly?
This is so strange.
Huang looked at her steadily, without any expression, and said slowly: "He is your brother, you are not suitable."
Su Wanqing felt a sense of fear, so scared that she couldn't find her voice.
"Mr. Huang, you...how did you know?"
Huang's eyes fell on the purple sand cup with swirled leaves again, and his voice was without any warmth: "I know everything about you."
Su Wanqing bit her lower lip with her teeth, and that strange feeling of fear was like an electric current, rushing through every inch of her body.
"You never called me that before." Huang's voice finally became less cold and had a hint of warmth, "When I was very young, you always called me Brother Huang."
This time, what Su Wanqing felt was not fear, but ridicule. There was something wrong with the man in front of her.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Huang, I think you must have made a mistake. I was born and raised in X city since I was a child. I have never been to Japan at all, let alone met you and got to know you."
Su Wanqing thought it was ridiculous, but still tried to maintain proper etiquette: "Thank you for your hospitality today. I have something urgent to do, so I will leave first. I'm sorry."
Seeing that she was about to leave, Huang stood up suddenly and grabbed her arm.
"Is there anything else?" Su Wanqing turned her head in confusion.
Huang's face remained expressionless, and his cold voice was full of certainty: "I'm not mistaken, you are Aunt Jiuzi's daughter."
It's not the first time we meet, so we are entangled like this, right?
Su Wanqing frowned in displeasure and said, "My mother's name is Su Jiuge. She is not a nine-year-old son. Mr. Huang, please let go."
Seeing her displeasure, Huang carefully let go of her hand. In fact, he didn't use any force at all just now.
She was so small, as weak as a kitten in front of him.