After the script meeting ended, it was already six o'clock in the evening.
Cheng Weiwan was not in a hurry to leave the conference room. Instead, he faced the computer and wrote down all the ideas that came to him during the meeting.
By the time she finished her work, it was already dark outside the window. She closed the computer, took out her phone from her pocket, and saw the text message from Han Zhihui displayed on the lock screen.
"Meet you in room 1002 of the Four Seasons Hotel at nine o'clock in the evening."
After he finished sending this text message, he probably realized that he had missed some instructions, so he added: "The room card is at the front desk. When you arrive, sign up and pick it up. Just go upstairs..."
After the ellipsis, there are a few words: "... Don't worry, Wanwan, I won't do anything to you."
In the past, Cheng Weiwan would not have gone to the date arranged by Han Zhihui in the hotel room, but it was different now. He had saved her at such a critical moment.
If he had been a little later that day, she couldn't believe what she would be like now.
Cheng Weiwan stared at the text message from Han Zhihui on the phone screen for a moment, then put away the phone, picked up the computer, and left the conference room.
In order to make it easier to come to YC, Cheng Weiwan bought a house near the company.
She walked home, put down her computer, called a car and went to the Four Seasons Hotel.
According to Han Zhihui's text message, Cheng Weiwan went to the front desk, reported his name, checked his ID card, received a room card, and went upstairs.
Opening the door, Cheng Weiwan stepped into the hotel room. Before he had time to insert the room card to get electricity, he first saw the candlelight on the table in the living room.
Cheng Weiwan was stunned for two seconds and walked directly into the living room without turning on the light.
As she got closer, she could see clearly that there was a birthday cake under the flickering candlelight.
There is a line of chocolate written on it: "Wanwan, happy birthday."
Han Zhihui invited her here to celebrate her birthday
While Cheng Weiwan was dazed, the hotel bedroom door was opened.
Hearing the sound, Cheng Weiwan turned around and saw Han Zhihui walking out holding a gift box.
"Wanwan, I saw the message from your reader on your Weibo today, and I realized that yesterday was your birthday. I also realized that no one has celebrated your birthday since your mother passed away..."
Following Han Zhihui's words, he walked up to her: "Although it's a day late, I still wish you a happy birthday."
With that said, Han Zhihui opened the gift box and handed it to Cheng Weiwan.
Inside was a pink diamond necklace, which reflected dazzling light under the candlelight.
"Do you like it?" Han Zhihui raised his eyebrows and asked lightly.
Cheng Weiwan gave a shallow "hmm".
Han Zhihui said nothing, took out the necklace from the gift box, walked behind Cheng Weiwan, and helped her put it on gently.
When putting on the necklace, Han Zhihui pushed Cheng Weiwan's long hair aside. After putting it on, he carefully arranged her hair, then held her shoulders, turned her around and faced own.
He stared at the necklace on her chest for a while, then raised his gaze and met her eyes: "It's very beautiful."
Cheng Weiwan said nothing, but looked at Han Zhihui's eyes, which were unusually bright.
Han Zhi returned to looking at Cheng Weiwan. After looking at it for a while, he took a slight step forward, lowered his head and kissed her forehead gently.
The soft touch made Cheng Weiwan's body tremble slightly, but he did not move away.
Only then did Han Zhihui slowly place his lips on Cheng Weiwan's lips, hold them gently, and kiss them carefully.
The room was very quiet, and the faint sound of their kiss could be heard faintly.
After kissing for a long time, Han Zhihui reluctantly left Cheng Weiwan's lips. He put his head against her forehead, lowered his eyes slightly, stared at her red lips kissed by him for a while, and then whispered softly. He opened his mouth and asked, "Is that okay?"
Cheng Weiwan's fingertips twitched when he was asked, he raised his eyelids, touched Han Zhihui quickly, and then lowered his eyelids.
Han Zhihui continued to stare at Cheng Weiwan for a while, then moved his lips to hers again. Before touching her lips, he asked again: "Wanwan, is it okay? I'll give you to you tonight." Can I?"