If love can be booked

Chapter 37 Zhu Yaolin & Michael's First Encounter

Dusk Café

In the afternoon, the sun lazily sprinkled on the streets and alleys, and the coffee shop was filled with the faint aroma of coffee. People sat sparsely, enjoying this moment of tranquility and leisure. She likes to find a quiet corner to sit down in such leisure time, order a cup of fragrant coffee, turn on the computer, and immerse herself in her own world.

Today, she came here as usual, but met a special him. The cause of the matter was a small misunderstanding, but his appearance was like a breeze that blew away all the haze. Not only that, he also thoughtfully brought her a delicious cake.

"Thank you for helping me out and treating me to such a delicious cake." She took a bite and a happy smile appeared on her lips. The cake he brought had the taste of home, the taste of mother.

"Do you like it?" He watched her eat with gusto, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. Seeing her eating so deliciously, he couldn't help but want to try it, but she said it was delicious, but he couldn't taste it. Is this the legendary talent?

"Hmm, where did you buy it? It tastes like home, like my mother's, sweet but not greasy." She closed her eyes and savored the unique taste. The taste of home? Yes, it was a feeling that was unforgettable no matter where you went, sweet but not greasy.

"My mother would be very happy if she knew you said that. She always thinks I can't taste the flavor she wants." The taste of home? The taste of mother? Does she really think so? Being appreciated is also a kind of beauty, right? Her love is very important to him.

"Aunt? Aunt made it?" Chairman's wife? I rarely heard him talk about his family. To be able to cook such delicious food, she must be a very delicate and gentle woman!

"Well, her best dishes are sweet and sour pork and your favorite pickled fish." Mom's cooking is delicious, but she seldom cooks because of her poor health. But she always says that she wants to do something for him since she has nothing to do anyway.

"Really? I can learn from her when I have time. I always cook badly." Actually, I can't say I can't do it at all, but the taste of the food I cook is always not satisfactory. Sometimes even I feel disgusted. If I can only eat the food I cook for the rest of my life, I'm afraid I would be tired of it a long time ago!

"I think she will like you very much." Like you, I like you, I think she will like you too, Shen Wanning, do you like me a little bit?

I smiled slightly, but didn't say anything. But a ripple appeared in my heart. What do you mean she will like me too? This feeling is like meeting the parents, making me nervous and at a loss. Lu Jinchuan, why did he say that? Is it really because he likes me a little bit? Or maybe it's just because I look like someone...

"Where is your father?" I seem to have never heard him talk about his father. Is he very strict?

"Him?" When Lu Jinchuan mentioned his father, his expression became complicated. In his memory, the person he admired most when he was a child was his father. However, it was because of his father that he lost the one he loved the most.

"I think I can never really let it go. It was because of him that I lost her." The pain is still deeply engraved in Lu Jinchuan's heart and is difficult to erase. Looking back on those days, every time he saw his father, he either chose to avoid him or remained silent. It was not until later that his father asked around for Shen Wanning's whereabouts that he learned that she had moved away long ago.

"When I was twelve, he totally ignored my feelings and forced me to go to the United States to study." In fact, Lu Jinchuan was extremely reluctant to leave at that time, and he was really reluctant to break off contact with Shen Wanning. However, things had come to this point, and he had to obey his father's arrangement and travel across the ocean.

Just like that, he left, and she left too, disappearing without a trace, completely and cleanly.

"Beachside, she said she wanted to be my most beautiful bride, I always remember."Beachside, your smile, our footprints, I remember them all, never forgot them for a moment, but what about you? You abandoned the memories that belonged to us, you don't remember me.

"At that time, she always called me 'Brother Jinchuan', her voice was sweet and beautiful."Brother Jinchuan? How long has it been? I haven't heard such a name? I miss your taste.

The scar she left on his little finger was caused by her carelessness. She cut his hand. Holding his little hand, she cried for a long time, forgetting the pain and only remembering her tears.

If it weren't for him, they wouldn't be like this now, right?

If it weren't for him, what would their situation be like now?

If it wasn't him, they were at least in love.

"I think she is happy, because at least there is someone who once loved her so deeply." I think she is happy, so happy that I wish I were her.

Shen Wanning, this name has been popping up in my ears frequently recently. They are lucky enough to have the same name.

It turned out that his restaurant was given to her. And that beautiful butterfly flower pot was all because of her, right? I really envy her for being treated so specially by him.

"Is it because I look alike that you treat me so well?" I have heard from others that it is because I have some similarities with her that I can enjoy the preferential treatment he gives me. How enviable! The woman who is pampered by him must be very happy to have such a sincere and deep love from him.

"What if you are her?" When I first saw you, I felt an inexplicable sense of intimacy, and for a moment I thought you were her. Unfortunately, that was not the case. I think what I loved was not her substitute, but the real you. Perhaps it was fate that one day, the two of you miraculously overlapped.

That exquisite butterfly hairpin was designed by me and is one of a kind.

Shen Wanning, do you know? Your appearance is like a wonderful dream, which makes people intoxicated but worried about the loss when waking up. I am so afraid that all this is too illusory, so afraid that you will be fleeting like a phantom, so afraid that you will leave without any sign.

"I'm not her." Turning her head away, she said softly, with a hint of sadness and helplessness in her voice. Yes, she is not, how could she be? She is just a substitute, a supporting role who can never become the real protagonist.

Suddenly, a strong desire surged in her heart. How she wished she was that girl! If she was really that girl, everything would be different, right? She could stand beside him without any scruples, enjoying his warm embrace and affectionate gaze; she could accept his love legitimately without having to be so cautious like now.

"What if I like you?" This sentence exploded in my ears like thunder. What if I like you? It has nothing to do with her, it has nothing to do with him, it's just because of you?

How would you respond? Love or not love? Reject or accept? I don't have enough courage to face the answer.

Because I have experienced loss before, I am no longer willing to let go easily. Although I know that such persistence makes both of us exhausted, I still cannot convince myself not to love you. After all, I still lack the courage to give up.

Selfishly wanting to know everything about you, but worried that this will annoy you.

"I..." like you? He actually said so. But is this just a joke?

Seriously, are you in love with someone? Are there many beautiful women around you?

However, even if he was serious at the moment, facing so many beautiful women around him, his love might be too heavy for her.

"Don't talk, just sit with me quietly for a while." Just sit with me for a while? Don't rush to refuse, because I don't want to hear your refusal.

I won't force you because I love you and don't want to burden you, but I think you will fall in love with me one day, just like before and in the future.

Clear Pool Bar

"Drink less, you just got off the plane." He reached out and gently took the wine glass from her hand, sighing inwardly. Unconsciously, she had already drunk two glasses of wine, and her originally fair cheeks were slightly flushed, and her eyes became a little blurry. Was she...wanting to get drunk? Or was she drinking to drown her sorrows, getting drunk for that man?

Zhu Yaolin, do you know that I am most afraid of you drinking and seeing your vulnerability?

I have always thought that you are an extremely strong woman. No matter what difficulties and setbacks you encounter, you can always persevere. However, only I know that you are more fragile than anyone else, but your sensitive and delicate heart is willing to give everything for him.

I know you don't like coffee, the bitter taste makes you frown. But you have never told others about this, only I know it clearly.

"None of your business. What right do you have to control me?" She suddenly reached out and took the bottle from his hand, like a wounded animal, with pain and unwillingness flashing in her eyes. Could it be that she couldn't even numb herself with alcohol? She was so annoying that she was deprived of the right to get drunk? What else could she do?

Zhang Yanghua, since you don't like me, why bother to care about me? Why bother to be nice to me?

"Yes, I really have no right to control you. But I really can't bear to see you ruining your body like this. You know that doing this will hurt yourself, why are you still so stubborn? It's really heartbreaking that you torture yourself like this!" He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms, but he didn't feel the pain at all. How he wished he could hold her in his arms and comfort her, but he knew that he didn't have the right to do so now.

"It makes people feel sorry for her?" Is there anyone else who would love her? Besides her being the baby in her father's hand, who else has truly loved her? Who else has truly loved her?

"Will he feel bad?" Will he feel bad? Definitely not, there is no room for her in his world.

"No matter what I do, he won't care at all." He doesn't care, right, how could he care? Wine is bitter, but he forgets whether it is the wine or the endless worries that he swallows?

"I care, I care, okay?" I care. We are not lovers, but aren't we friends? Is it okay to worry about a friend? Is it okay to worry about you?

"Thank you, thank you. Come, I'll toast you with this glass. I'll drink it. You can do whatever you want." Thank you, thank you for your concern and care for me. It doesn't matter anymore, it doesn't matter anymore.

I slowly stood up and picked up the bag beside me. I thought I still wanted to be alone for a while.

"Zhang Yanghua, thank you, thank you for your concern..." I murmured, my voice so soft that it seemed that only I could hear it. Is my love too persistent, or is your love too quiet? I stared blankly into the distance, feeling confused.

"Also, don't follow me, I want to be alone." I bit my lip and tried to keep my voice calm. In fact, I have always been alone, from the beginning to now. I think, maybe I don't mind being alone like this, but when loneliness becomes a habit, the bone-chilling loneliness is unbearable.

I pushed open the door, and stumbled a little in my high heels. The sunlight was dazzling, and I couldn't help but squint my eyes. This world is so big, but without you, I don't know where to go. I used to be by your side, following your footsteps, but now that I've left you, I've forgotten how to move forward.

Jinchuan, I love you, I really love you. This love has already been integrated into my blood and has become a part of my life. Without you, my life has lost its color and become pale and powerless.

My splitting headache is because I drank too much or because I am mentally tired?

"Excuse me..." This gentle apology echoed in the air, as if carrying a hint of regret and confusion. When we passed each other, our bodies collided involuntarily. When our eyes met, I saw a beautiful woman, her long wavy hair as smooth as silk was flying wantonly, and a hint of sadness was revealed between her delicate eyebrows. Did she cry just now? A strong and pungent smell of alcohol suddenly penetrated my nose.

"Sorry..." I turned and walked away silently, thinking to myself: Who bumped into whom? What's the big deal? Maybe it was just a chance encounter.

Because it was careless, I don't think I would blame you.

"Er..." Thinking back to her receding figure and the tears in her eyes, I suddenly felt a sense of sadness. Why was she crying? Was it because of the unhappiness in her life, or was it for some other reason? These questions kept lingering in my mind.

At this moment, a slight shout broke my meditation. "Michael, go, what are you looking at?" He stood in the crowd, staring in a certain direction, with an indescribable expression on his face.

She? Did he notice that woman, too? I suddenly realized that this woman had a unique charm that even Michael was attracted to. Her every frown and smile exuded a charming aura that was irresistible.

She? His favorite flavor.

After I was lost in the crowd, I lost sight of her. I didn't know where she went, or if we would ever meet again. Everything seemed like a dream.