Chapter 19

When Su Yao reached the bottom of the apartment building, she received a text message.

Liang Chuyuan said her scarf had been left at his place.

Su Yao replied with a smile: “If it’s convenient, then please bring it over to me.”

The scarf, she intentionally left it behind.

Su Yao found it amusing how Liang Chuyuan seemed even more reserved and shy about this matter. Perhaps it had to do with his upbringing in a very sheltered environment. However, Su Yao didn’t know much about it. She only knew that he had lived in France since he was young, had a very closed-off education, and had minimal interaction with people until he returned a few months ago.

Su Yao thought, if she let him directly bring it back to her, they would probably end up as awkward as they were when eating noodles, not knowing what to say.

Walking from the west side to the east side, a fifteen-minute gap should be enough for Liang Chuyuan to calm down, right?

Exiting the elevator, Su Yao lowered her head to search for her keys in her bag. With a rustle, the door magically opened a crack.

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Su Yao forcefully opened the door, cutting her off: “Mom!”

Mu Wei quickly stopped in her tracks, “What’s wrong? Can’t I ask?”

“No,” Su Yao smiled, “I need to change clothes.”

As the door closed, peace finally returned to Su Yao’s ears. She took off all her clothes with a headache, realizing they all smelled of alcohol. She disdainfully threw the dirty clothes into the laundry basket. While searching for clothes naked, she found that her room had been tidied up. Unable to find the outfit she wanted to wear, she had to randomly put on a long-sleeved shirt and wide-leg pants she could find. Looking in the mirror, the dark green top and light pink trousers didn’t seem to match well.

“Yao Yao, you have a message on your phone!”

A shout from outside the door immediately reminded Su Yao of something.

Oh no!

She hurriedly ran out and grabbed her phone to check, her eyes widening in shock—

Liang Chuyuan said he was downstairs.

But she couldn’t just let him come and then leave.

“Who’s there?” Mu Wei stretched her neck to see.

“No one,” Su Yao closed her phone and walked quickly to the entrance, pulling on her coat again. “I’m going downstairs… to buy a bottle of soy sauce.”

Mu Wei was taken aback. “Soy sauce? We have some in the kitchen…”

But Su Yao was already out.

*

At eight or nine o’clock in the evening, the atmosphere of Tai Mountain was most intimate. A row of evergreen hollies basked in the radiant sunlight, and Liang Chuyuan stood calmly by the roadside, holding a large red checkered scarf in his hand, admiring the beautiful winter greenery.

Su Yao’s loungewear under her coat wasn’t a matching set. She had rushed out, still wearing the fuzzy slippers from home. Feeling a bit underdressed for the occasion, she approached him. “Give me the scarf.”

She had originally planned to clarify things at this moment, but with Mu Wei upstairs, it wasn’t the right time for a conversation.

But Liang Chuyuan didn’t move.

He looked at Su Yao, and when he saw that she wasn’t looking at him, he reached out and lifted her chin. “Why won’t you look at me?”

Just half an hour ago, she had taken the initiative to leave him feeling helpless, so why wouldn’t she look at him now?

Liang Chuyuan’s fingertips were slightly cool as they touched her chin, bringing Su Yao a bit of clarity. She calmed down and decided to ignore Mu Wei’s presence for now.

“I’m wondering what kind of relationship we have now,” she said calmly.

Did you figure it out?

“Before I did,” Su Yao joked, “could you please put your hand down? My chin feels a bit itchy.”

Liang Chuyuan calmly withdrew his hand, feeling somewhat aggrieved because you wouldn’t look at me just now.

Su Yao’s eyes widened slightly. “Now all I see is you.”

Upon hearing this, Liang Chuyuan’s ears turned red, but you haven’t told me what kind of relationship we have now.

Su Yao tilted her head and looked at him seriously for a moment, then smiled and said directly, “I quite like you. Do you like me?”

Liang Chuyuan nodded without hesitation.

“So I think we can try being together, what do you think?”

Su Yao knew deep down that based on the current situation, she and Liang Chuyuan couldn’t say they were head over heels for each other, but the ease, familiarity, and occasional fluttering they felt when together were undeniable facts.

This compatibility was rare.

Since it could develop, why not?

Liang Chuyuan lowered his gaze, hiding his thoughts from Su Yao. He shook out the scarf in his hand and carefully draped it around her. The red color complemented her fair skin so well that he was touched, and he gently tapped her nose with his finger.

“I think we can.”