Nice to Meet You, Please Marry Me

Chapter 21: The White Moon

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

They arrived at the restaurant. Even after all the dishes were served, they didn’t talk much because there was nothing left to say. Even if they were not strangers, they hadn’t seen each other for more than ten years and had no social interactions in their lives. No wonder Wu Xiangdai was so emotional that day. Who would have thought that there would be such a huge difference between the students who once sat in the same classroom?

“Which company do you work for?” Song Bojian suddenly asked.

Qi Mei was in a daze and was slightly stunned by this question. “Ping An Zhi Xing,” she replied.

“An autopilot company.” He looked up.

“You’ve heard of it?” She was a little surprised. After all, Ping An Zhi Xing was not a big company in the autonomous driving industry and was just an emerging start-up company.

“It’s not hard to guess according to its name.” He smiled lazily.

She stared at him and said slowly, ” No one would guess that Longxiang is an internet company.”

He didn’t know what to say.

She thought that she was mild-mannered, but just now, she was upset by his arrogant tone. In his eyes, Ping An Zhi Xing might not be worth mentioning, but to her, it meant her painstaking effort. However, after she finished speaking, she felt a little regretful. He wasn’t really mocking her, was he?

“What are the main technical levels of your company?”

She did not understand why he was interested in her company, but these were not considered confidential, so she patiently told him.

Surprisingly, the more they talked, the more things they had in common regarding this topic.

She had to admit that whether in business or technology, he had the absolute right to speak. When chatting with him, she had a feeling that she had never felt before.

However, she soon realized a serious problem. They were here to have food and talked about the possibility of their relationship, not about work.

She decided to bring the topic back. “Let’s skip work during lunch break,” she said with a smile.

He had no objections and nodded indifferently.

Thinking that she should definitely seize the opportunity this time, she asked, “What do you like the most?” Only by understanding his preferences could she have a better understanding of herself and him and cater to his tastes. This question was perfect!

He paused with chopsticks in his hand and then tilted his head to look at her. His piercing eyes made her panic. Was this a taboo topic that she couldn’t ask?

He looked at her quietly. She did her hair up in a ponytail today, just like in high school. The sunlight shining in from the window fell on her fair cheeks. He felt as if the cicadas from that summer day suddenly rang in his ears.

“The white moon,” he said.

“What?”

At night, Qi Mei came out of the company and stood by the roadside waiting for the car she booked on the ride-hailing app. When she looked up, she saw the half-moon above her head.

The white moon? This was Song Bojian’s favorite? For a moment, she couldn’t figure out what that meant. It was not until she took a ride home and browsed her WeChat Moments that she happened to see a post from a university classmate.

It was a painting of the moon over the sea.

She opened the chat box and asked that person.

[Can I ask you a question? Was there a white moon? A friend of mine said that he liked the white moon the most.]

Her friend replied instantly.

[Yes, of course. Did he mean the supermoon? The picture of the supermoon I took previously is especially beautiful. Is your friend also an amateur photographer who likes to take pictures of the moon?]

Soon her friend sent a few photos over. She didn’t know much about photography and the supermoon, but she was indeed impressed by the pictures.

The bright and huge full moon was suffused with a white hazy halo. It was mind-blowingly beautiful even if it was in a photo.

At this moment, Qi Mei understood why Song Bojian liked the white moon. Was he really an amateur photographer?

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Song Bojian was listening attentively to the report in the meeting room when his phone suddenly vibrated. He opened it casually and saw the latest WeChat message from Qi Mei.

[Here is your favorite white moon.]

In an instant, Song Bojian’s heartbeat sped up, as if something was about to jump out.

But soon, another WeChat message came.

A picture of a large, round, and white moon appeared before his eyes.

He couldn’t describe his feelings at this very minute.

Qi Mei didn’t receive a reply from Song Bojian even when she got home. Did he go to bed so early? Or did he not see it, or was he too lazy to reply? Just as she was staring at their chat box, it suddenly showed that Song Bojian was typing.