“Tsk, tsk, tsk, so cunning.”
After seeing the aunties off, Su Zhengxing turned around and saw Lin Qiao standing with her arms crossed, looking at him with a crooked mouth.
He couldn’t resist pinching her cheek, a smile playing on his lips: “That’s called strategy, understand?”
“Tch~”
“This family member, please choose whatever you’d like to eat.”
Lin Qiao wouldn’t turn down food. Oranges were in season this time of year, sweet and sour. She casually picked out a few fresh, greenish-yellow ones from the stall.
She asked Su Zhengxing, “I want oranges. What about you?”
“Same as you.” He said.
On the way back after paying, the sun was already setting, and the sky was gradually darkening.
Lin Qiao peeled a segment of orange and put it in her mouth. She then divided the rest in half, keeping one half for herself and handing the other half to Su Zhengxing.
The fresh oranges exuded a refreshing aroma, especially when the peel was torn open; the juice that splattered out was tart yet sweet, much like orange blossom.
“I remember you said you liked the smell of tangerine?” She held the orange peel up to Su Zhengxing’s nose.
“Isn’t that similar to orange peel?”
Indeed, tangerine and oranges belong to the same family.
“Mmm.”
He took the orange segment from Lin Qiao’s hand and put it in his mouth.
“I thought domineering CEOs like you would like things like woody, agarwood, or cologne, since that’s how it’s portrayed in novels and TV dramas. Why are you different?” Lin Qiao asked curiously.
He liked tangerines probably because their taste was like oranges, and tangerines were the only fruit he could eat during his long years in the orphanage because they were cheap.
“What you’re talking about are Gu Jibai’s preferences.”
Su Zhengxing didn’t want to bother Lin Qiao with his past, so he casually brushed it off.
The sun set, the orange-red sunset casting a sky full of rosy clouds. The old town streets were bustling with noise, pedestrians, and vehicles.
The various braised food stalls and snack stands at the entrance of the market were already bustling with activity, with crowds of people queuing up in front of them, waiting to choose their dinner for the day.
At the same time, parents picked up their older children from school, elderly people took their toddlers for a walk, and exhausted workers, exhausted from a day’s work, just wanted to go home and rest. Everyone had a different expression as they came and went, each heading toward their own destination.
An arm’s length away, Lin Qiao carried a few oranges from a plastic bag, dangling them in her hand as she walked slowly.
“By the way, do you know how to count cards? Otherwise, how could you win so many times in a row?”
An ordinary evening, simple and comfortable clothes, a warm and ordinary atmosphere—every little detail was the essence of everyday life.
Su Zhengxing watched her retreating figure, and for the first time, the word ‘life’ became tangible before his eyes. For the first time, he understood that ‘life’ was a verb.
In the past, Su Zhengxing always felt that he was a person with few relatives and friends. Even if he formed a family one day, it would only be an exchange of interests, not so-called love.
But after today, all other options seemed to have disappeared. Only one path remained before him, passionate and urgent.
He wanted to marry her, to build a family with her, to stand by her side forever.
With anticipation blossoming in his heart, Su Zhengxing stepped forward and took Lin Qiao’s hand. Their palms pressed together, and their fingers intertwined.
That person could only be her.
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Mouse On AVL Chapter 9