To her, this house was filled with an indescribable sweetness when she recalled it. Those things of the past had really Gone with the Wind.
Shen qianshu had a good night's sleep. When she woke up, it was already night ti. She realized that other than ye Ling, there was no one else in the castle. Butler Luther and the servants were not around.
The European style long dining room downstairs was covered with a white tablecloth. The candles lit up the romantic and warm atmosphere in the room. Ye Ling seed to be waiting for her. He was sitting on the sofa and reading a book.
The computer at the side was shimring, making his side profile look sharp and handso.
Shen qianshu hugged him from behind and pressed her face against his."Where's butler Luther?"
"I've given them a break," Ye Ling tilted his head and kissed her lips. The two of them exchanged a lingering kiss. Shen qianshu felt that even the air was sweet, and she was even more satisfied.
He pulled Shen qianshu to the front of the dining table. It was full of French dishes. They were exquisite and small, and they looked delicious. To them, this was a rare candlelight dinner. Usually, when they returned ho, there would be a bunch of people, and it would be lively. Suddenly, there was no one around them. There was only each other, and Shen qianshu was still a little unaccustod to it.
Yet, it was so sweet.
This was the two-person world she wanted.
It was warm and romantic.
The taste was extrely good. The person she took care of back then had already beco her husband. Ye Ling's face did not have any traces of age, but it was more calm and fierce, and less gloomy and irritable. It was like ... A new life.
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She prepared a candlelight dinner.
After that, she prepared Western food. All this while, she had been preparing Chinese food for ye Ling. Ye Ling did not say what he liked, but Shen qianshu was very careful.
That was because ... The salary was high.
He really didn't want to lose this job.
The dishes that she cooked were all very small in portions. Every ti, she would make four to five servings. If ye Ling moved his chopsticks, she would not make any more dishes. If ye Ling ate a lot, she would write it down in her notebook and cook it often.
In this way, she could almost capture his taste. She rarely cooked Western food because her cooking skills were not particularly good at that ti. She did not dare to make a fool of herself and cooked more dishes that she was familiar with.
She put up the flowers, lit the candles, laid the tablecloth, and even dimd the lights. To her, it was the perfect atmosphere for a candlelight dinner. However, she did not know what she had done to ye Ling. At that ti, ye Ling was under a lot of ntal pressure because of depression and ntal illness. He often had tinnitus, dizziness, and insomnia.
He was also very anxious and flipped the table over.
The dishes that she had carefully prepared were scattered all over the floor. Shen qianshu did not dare to complain, and she also did not dare to say anything to him. Ye Ling also did not say why he was angry. He was as angry as a beast, and he almost hit her in the end.
Shen qianshu started to cry before he could do anything. She cried so exaggeratedly that ye Ling might have co back to his senses and rushed upstairs, locking himself up for another day.
She only dared to dry her tears and complain madly after ye Ling left.
However, even though she complained, she still had to take good care of him since his salary was too high. She couldn't run away either. At that ti, she was really afraid. On the one hand, she felt that this man had a really good face and was pleasing to the eye. She was a little tempted. On the other hand, she felt that his personality was really too bad.
"If you weren't so handso and I didn't need money, I would have run away long ago."
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