Snowy Night Kiss

Chapter 76 Just Keep Moving Forward
Jian Yi's eyes flickered, and there was a deep bite mark on her lip. Jin Yanchen saw it and stretched out a finger to press on her lips.

Just with such a slight movement, Jian Yi's tears fell.

Jin Yanchen was stunned for a moment, then quickly laughed at her for being childish.

He put his arm around her shoulders and patted her gently, coaxing her, "Just keep moving forward."
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Jian Yi is having a celebration party tonight.

After winning the first battle of the tax business competition, they decided to celebrate with a wonderful Friday.

The dinner was held at a hotpot restaurant. In Kyoto, where even the air was filled with ice, a pot of hot beef hotpot was the perfect choice.

The five of them were divided into two cars. Jian Yi and two other girls squeezed into a dark green taxi. Everyone was chattering while choosing dishes. It was an extremely ordinary scene, but Jian Yi felt as if she was in another world.

Since she came to Kyoto to study, she has not had any communication with her classmates outside of school. Financial constraints are one reason, and on the other hand, as Jin Yanchen said, she is extremely closed emotionally.

She hated the noise of the crowd, worried that her bad family would be discovered, and was afraid that she was not sensible enough and not smooth enough. This unconscious mentality of trying to please and fit in made her hate herself and hate socializing.

But Jin Yanchen asked her to discard all the identities that her social attributes brought her.

All of Jian Yi's concerns were dispelled at that moment.

At eight o'clock in the evening, when the hot pot restaurant was busiest, they failed to get a seat in a private room, so the five of them added chairs and simply ate at the dining table in the hall.

As soon as you enter the door, you will be greeted by mist. The main feature of this hotpot restaurant is its tea-flavored base, which is said to be less likely to cause a sore throat.

But Jian Yi feels that getting a sore throat and eating hot pot seem to be contradictory things, and people who choose to eat hot pot don’t care about getting a sore throat at all.

They ordered two special dishes, one called Tea-flavored Tripe and Three-Crispy Rolls, and the other called Osmanthus Oolong Thousand-Layer Tripe.

When it was time to cook the tripe, Lin Yuan took the serving chopsticks and volunteered. He was very skilled in cooking the tripe. When it was at its crispiest, he scooped up the first piece with the spoon and subconsciously put it into Jian Yi's bowl.

“Ouch—”

A joke sounded, and the red chili oil splashed. Jian Yi paused while holding the chopsticks, then said with a smile, "It seems that I will be the first person to test the poison."

The tripe just out of the pot is crispy and tender. When you take a bite, the sauce splashes in your mouth. The strong chili oil and the rich tea aroma collide together, forming a wonderful and special taste.

Jian Yi hissed, her tongue tip burned, and she covered her mouth and began to cough.

Another girl who was traveling with me touched her nose and said embarrassedly, "I forgot to ask you guys just now, so I just set the spiciness to medium spicy."

Lin Yuan handed over the tissue at hand.

He noticed that the red oil in the dipping bowl splashed onto Jian Yi's white shirt. He subconsciously wanted to take some paper to help her wipe it off, but thinking of the awkward atmosphere between the two of them, he turned his head away and pretended not to see it.

With a click--
Outside the transparent glass, a mini mirrorless camera was quietly put away. It was a low-key dark gray model. The voyeur quickly passed the photos on. At that time, Jian Yi was eager to get rid of the invisible and awkward atmosphere between her and Lin Yuan.

She thought about it and pretended to pick up the phone to go out.

"Excuse me, my boyfriend is calling me, I'll go pick it up."

"You really have a boyfriend?"

"Last time I asked Song Zhi, she told me that you don't have a boyfriend."

Jian Yi was silent for a moment, and the hand holding the phone unconsciously tightened.

Perhaps in the eyes of people like Song Zhi, her identity does not qualify her as Jin Yanchen's girlfriend.

She pulled her lower lip and said, "I really have a boyfriend. I'm not lying to you."

Lin Yuan also came to her rescue: "I have met her boyfriend, we all know him."

The ambiguous factors in the air disappeared completely, and Jian Yi breathed a sigh of relief silently in her heart. She went to the bathroom to clean the oil stains on her clothes, and rubbed them with water twice but failed to wash them off. This dress probably couldn't be washed clean.

But she didn't want to go out for the moment, thinking that people outside must be talking about her boyfriend at this time. But how should she reveal Jin Yanchen's identity?
What appropriate language should be used to prove that they are in a romantic relationship?
This question seems difficult to answer.

Ordinary college students who can be found everywhere in universities and capitalists who can only be seen in current political and financial reports cannot be related in any way.

Jian Yi sighed and felt that this was really a troublesome problem.

She walked back to where she had just been. Steam was rising from the boiling pot. Young students were gathered here in groups of three or four, laughing. In the place where the noise was the loudest, there stood a tall figure.

That's Jin Yanchen.

He was wearing a straight suit, with one hand on the cufflinks on his wrist, gold-wire glasses on his high nose bridge, eyes lowered, and a formal look that had washed away his usual cynicism. When he glanced at me, there was a tense sense of abstinence.

It is precisely because of this that it seems increasingly out of place here.

Jian Yi rubbed his eyes and felt dizzy.

Jin Yanchen asked her: "Are you attending a class reunion here?"

Jian Yi nodded slowly, as if her brain had just started to function normally. "Why are you here?"

Jin Yanchen didn't answer her question.

He held her hand and said casually, "Is Song Zhi here?"

Jian Yi shook her head. She behaved like a good student. When she looked up at him, she unconsciously restrained her sharpness. Jin Yanchen curved the corners of his lips and lowered his head to kiss her between the eyebrows.

"It's okay, go play with your friends—"

Before she could finish her words, she heard voices coming from the next table. The voices of the team seemed to be next door. Alarm bells suddenly rang in Jian Yi's heart. She subconsciously let go of her hand and kept a distance from Jin Yanchen.

It was Lin Yuan who came out to get the dipping sauce.

He didn't expect to see such a scene, and felt a little embarrassed. He turned to his friends who wanted to follow him and said, "You don't have to follow me, I can get it by myself."

Lin Yuan said, "I'm going to get something... the meat is already in the pot, remember to come back and eat."

Jian Yi also felt uncomfortable all over and responded with an awkward "OK". He felt like the gazes behind him were piercing his back.

After seeing Lin Yuan off and making sure no one could see her and Jin Yanchen here, Jian Yi finally put her mind at ease. She turned around to look for Jin Yanchen, but found that the seat behind her was already empty.

She stood there in a daze, feeling lost and at a loss.

A business car was about to leave outside the store.

A person suddenly got out of the black car parked in front. The sound of high heels scraping against the concrete floor was extremely clear. Song Zhi ran forward and knocked hard on the car window.

The car stopped, and the slowly lowered window revealed half of Jin Yanchen's profile.

When he wasn't smiling, his expression was particularly cold, and his eyes fell on her indifferently. Although the look was very light, it was sharp enough to pierce through her in an instant.

Song Zhi subconsciously took a step back, and vaguely felt that this was the real Jin Yanchen. The young master of the Jin family who was so calm and relaxed in the romantic world was just a disguise to cover up his iron-blooded wrist.

Before she could speak, Jin Yanchen spoke, "So, Miss Song, did you see what you wanted?"

He said Miss Song, which made the distance very clear. He really didn't give her any face.

Song Zhi bit her lower lip and said, "Third brother, what are you talking about? I am doing this for your own good."

"Then tell me, what's the benefit of sending this kind of photo to me?"

(End of this chapter)