In the end, even the mischievous Kuang Ye couldn’t withstand the enthusiasm of the grandmas. As soon as his treatment ended, he dragged Mu Wan away from the clinic as though they were fleeing.

Mu Wan couldn’t stop laughing. It was rare to see Kuang Ye looking so flustered.

On the way, she asked with concern, “Does your hand hurt?”

Having seen his treatment process—where a long silver needle pierced through his wrist and was manipulated up and down—Mu Wan found it quite terrifying. Yet he had been chatting with the grandmas so casually during the process, evoking the image of Guan Yu calmly having poison scraped from his bones.

Kuang Ye reassured her, “Dr. Kuang said it’s some kind of deep-penetrating technique. It hurts a bit but is tolerable. It just looks scary.”

Relieved, Mu Wan didn’t press further.

From then on, Mu Wan would accompany Kuang Ye to his morning treatments, and in the afternoons, Kuang Ye would accompany her to work. Occasionally, they would even visit her parents for a meal at the villa.

“Wan wan, over here.”

One day, Mu Wan had a full schedule due to an event she needed to attend in person. Kuang Ye prepared a candlelit dinner at a nearby restaurant, with a table full of delicious dishes.

When Mu Wan walked over, she saw him standing at the entrance in a black down jacket, facing the cold wind, his face slightly pale.

“Why didn’t you wait for me inside?”

Kuang Ye pulled out a bouquet of vibrant red roses from behind his back, smiling radiantly. “Because I wanted to surprise you.”

Passersby who saw the scene started to cheer good-naturedly. Mu Wan’s face lit up with surprise and joy. She loved flowers, especially those given by her beloved.

She accepted the bouquet with both hands, bringing it to her nose for a light sniff. “Thank you, I love it.”

They were real roses, not the hybrid tea roses commonly sold in flower shops, carrying a rich, natural fragrance.

Seeing her appreciation for his gift, Kuang Ye was deeply satisfied. He took her hand and led her inside.

“I knew you’d like it. I even booked a musical performance at the restaurant. Do you have a favorite piece? How about Für Elise?”

Mu Wan walked into the elevator with him, listening attentively at first, but stopped in her tracks when he mentioned the music.

“You booked a musical performance at the restaurant?”

Kuang Ye nodded enthusiastically. “Even though I think your performances are unparalleled, it’s nice to enjoy someone else’s music once in a while. Besides, I couldn’t ask you to play while eating.”

Mu Wan: “…”

She looked up at him with an amused but resigned expression. “Do you know that Jian Jia collaborates with most of the high-end restaurants in S City?”

Kuang Ye’s smile froze as he hesitated. “So, the restaurant’s music team?”

Mu Wan nodded. “They’re my employees.”

This restaurant, after all, belonged to the Yuan family.

Mu Wan suggested, “How about we pick a different place?”

The thought of openly dating in front of her employees was mortifying.

Kuang Ye quickly took out his phone. “No problem, I’ll just cancel the musical performance.”

Mu Wan asked, “Did you book a private room? If it’s in the main hall, other diners could request the performance, and the musicians would still see us. If they mess up because of it, I’d feel terrible.”

Though she doubted Jian Jia’s employees would make such a basic mistake, even the possibility of tarnishing their reputation was unacceptable.

Kuang Ye was nearly in tears. “I booked the observation deck.”

Online reviews had raved about the observation deck’s panoramic view of S City’s nightscape. He had spent a lot of money and reserved it days in advance.

Still undeterred, Kuang Ye started looking for other restaurants on his phone. “Let me see if there are any nearby. You said you wanted steak, right?”

Mu Wan placed her hand over his phone and delivered a harsh truth. “Currently, 80% of the restaurants in S City use Jian Jia’s music teams. The Yuan family is a giant in the restaurant industry. With them as a benchmark, we’ve received many similar collaborations.”

“…How about I go home and make Buddha Jumps Over the Wall for you?”

Having a girlfriend with such a vast business empire made planning a simple candlelit dinner unbelievably difficult.

Mu Wan glanced at her watch. It was already past 8 PM, too late to start cooking. After some thought, she said, “Let’s ask the front desk if there are any private rooms available. It’s late, and I don’t want my boyfriend to go through too much trouble.”

Kuang Ye smiled. “You’re so thoughtful, Jie.”

Mu Wan chuckled. “That’s because my little brother is just too lovable.”

A passing waiter overheard their exchange and nearly got goosebumps from the sweetness.

Mu Wan quickly realized they were in a public setting and, embarrassed, pulled Kuang Ye away. Kuang Ye, however, found her reaction amusing—his usually composed “Jiejie” could tease him back now.

At the front desk, Kuang Ye explained their request, but the staff regretfully informed them that all private rooms were fully booked. During the dinner rush, even ordinary tables at such high-end restaurants required reservations, let alone private rooms.

Not giving up, Kuang Ye planned to offer his observation deck spot in exchange for a private room, reasoning that someone would surely agree due to the price difference.

Just then, a male voice called out from behind. “Wan wan?”

The voice sounded familiar, and Kuang Ye immediately turned around. Unsurprisingly, it was Kong Shuai—Mu Wan’s high school class president, Kong Shuai.

Behind him was a group of well-dressed men and women of similar age. Upon seeing Mu Wan, they were equally astonished.

“Mu Wan? Didn’t the class president say you were too busy to attend the reunion?”

Mu Wan and Kuang Ye: “…”

What are the odds?