The girl who had just finished playing the piano saw it,
and flas of anger flickered in her eyes.
Yang PeiMin seed to sense her gaze and turned his face toward her.
The fury in the girl’s eyes intensified when she saw him.
As she passed by Yang PeiMin, she even scoffed.
Inevitably, her eyes swept over the food on the table as well as Yang PeiMin and Shen Yiguang’s knife-holding posture, seemingly searching for any flaws to criticize.
Seeing Yang PeiMin’s steak cut into small cubes by Shen Yiguang, she imdiately laughed and said, with a tone dripping with mockery, "Is this your first ti eating Western food? You play the part well, but it’s really quite amusing to watch."
Shen Yiguang turned his head slightly and frowned at this inexplicable woman, "Miss, you’re disturbing us."
The girl’s face reddened slightly being addressed so directly and without regard for her feelings, she cast a half-mocking, half-amused glance at Yang PeiMin, then quickly beca outraged.
She glared at her fiercely.
Yang PeiMin was truly at a loss.
This woman is just too absurd.
So, he said, "Miss, could you have mistaken us for soone else?"
The girl’s mother and companion called her over.
She then reluctantly stepped back to their table.
Yang PeiMin and Shen Yiguang exchanged glances, truly encountering all sorts of weird people.
It really didn’t affect them much.
Yang PeiMin poured so red wine for the two of them.
He ntioned that he really enjoyed drinking red wine.
He wasn’t sure if Shen Yiguang liked it, "Speaking of which, do you ever drink with your comrades in the military?" At ho, Yang PeiMin seldom saw him drink, and even on unavoidable occasions, he was always restrained and never overindulged. Shen Yiguang smiled, "In the military, during our free ti, apart from missing our wives, we just sit around chatting idly and sotis have a drink or two. Sotis alcohol is a good thing, but the military is strict, and we have to restrain ourselves. As for , I occasionally accompany others in drinking."
Yang PeiMin knew Shen Yiguang kept things in moderation, so he didn’t worry about him in that regard and simply asked him about his preferences.
Shen Yiguang laughed again, "Honestly, not really, it’s not quite the sa."
This made Yang PeiMin laugh, "Quickly then, see if this red wine is still to your taste."
They clinked glasses.
Yang PeiMin sipped and found it quite nice.
He took another sip.
This was a classic version in the restaurant, which ant experiencing a different taste than usual.
The price was pretty cute too.
Shen Yiguang chuckled, "Don’t get drunk now."
"I’m not worried at all, don’t I have you here?"
Shen Yiguang shook his head, smiling.
Then, the inexplicable woman nearby laughed lightly again, "Drinking red wine like it’s water, really too much for the wine to handle."
Yang PeiMin, without even seeing her expression, knew she was talking about him. Things were getting weirder and weirder. Just trying to have a nice al, and there’s an annoying fly buzzing around.
"I really can’t stand that annoying fly that ca out of nowhere, totally lacking manners, and what a waste of that outfit," the girl said, dressed quite like a proper lady but with a harsh expression on her face that did not do her any favors, making her otherwise unremarkable appearance even less appealing.
Shen Yiguang had just finished cutting her the last piece of steak when he responded, "Such flies always seek attention; the more you engage with them, the more excited they get."
The girl, clearly irked by their thinly veiled mockery, retorted as she suddenly stood up, "Who are you talking about?"
Yang PeiMin looked surprised, "What’s this about? We were talking about a fly, not you—no need to get so worked up."
"You were obviously talking about ; don’t think I don’t know it. Who do you think you are, judging people like this? You have no manners yet dare to co here, can’t even eat a steak properly; what, did you pick up so money from sowhere?"
Yang PeiMin sighed, "Comrade, I really wasn’t talking about you; you’re just too sensitive. How we eat or co here is our business and hardly concerns you."
"What, afraid to own up to your words?"
Yang PeiMin laughed out loud, "So people really are eager to admit they’re flies."
Not only did Shen Yiguang laugh, but other tables also turned looking amused.
The girl, fuming, clenched her teeth, her eyes turning red from frustration.
Her mother couldn’t stand it anymore and turned around to address everyone, "My daughter is the most polite person there is." Then, looking at Yang PeiMin, "She just can’t stand hearing you two slander each other. My daughter is a returned student from overseas; do you think she lacks manners? Don’t listen to their nonsense; they’re just jealous of my daughter. A woman without talent and only looks is useless; they get jealous of those more talented. I’ve seen too many like that."
Shen Yiguang started to speak, but Yang PeiMin pulled at his sleeve, signaling that she would handle it. Shen Yiguang squeezed her hand, and Yang PeiMin said, "Really interesting. Just played a bit of piano, extrely ordinary performance, acting like she’s a musician, are we supposed to be deaf?"
The girl’s face grew even uglier; looking at Yang PeiMin, she scoffed, "As if you could do better."
"Sorry, but I actually can," Yang PeiMin smiled slightly.
Shen Yiguang also looked at Yang PeiMin, eyes wide with surprise.
Yang PeiMin winked at him and whispered, "Watch do so magic."
Then, she stood up and asked the nearby server sothing.
She sat down at the piano, Shen Yiguang watching her intently.
Yang PeiMin smiled at him again.
She whispered loudly enough for everyone to hear, "We’ve been married for five years, and I’ve never properly confessed. This song is for my beloved, the father of our child. You’ve worked hard."
In a public setting, Yang PeiMin still refrained from being too cheesy.
Speaking of pianos, she really could play; she had learned from age six to nine, practicing intermittently afterward. She could play the average song, dedicated to Alice.
Today, Yang PeiMin had left work in a tailored won’s business suit, pencil skirt, and high heels, lightly made-up, her face blooming like a lotus, graceful, focused, her fingers nimble, music softly flowing.
Shen Yiguang held his breath, unable to blink, watching this dream-like girl, his heart pounding. He stood up and walked to Yang PeiMin’s side.
As Yang PeiMin finished, she stood up too.
Naturally, she took Shen Yiguang’s arm.
His heart finally settled.
Holding her hand tightly, he said, "Let’s go ho."
He had felt a sense of regaining sothing lost.
Yang PeiMin could feel his emotions.
In college, they were both part of interest clubs where people played instrunts; Yang PeiMin had told Shen Yiguang that she had joined a few tis, just not very skilled.
Back then, Shen Yiguang hadn’t paid much attention.
But now, he realized his wife always had surprises for him.
He wanted to hold her hand tight and never let go.
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