698: Chapter 687: The Big Shot, Ning Fan!
698: Chapter 687: The Big Shot, Ning Fan!
“That was Queen Huo just now, wasn’t it?”
“There’s no way I could have mistaken her, Huo Qiuran, still the same after returning from Jiangcheng.
Just a glance at her feels intimidating; a woman like her is out of our league.”
“The same?
Are you sure?
Dressed to the nines, she must be meeting someone very important.”
“The incident in Jiangcheng a while ago…it seems it wasn’t just a rumor.”
Qiuran’s arrival instantly made her the topic of conversation in the restaurant.
Everyone began to recall the much-talked-about bridal abduction story that had caused a stir not long ago.
Tonight, Qiuran was dressed so beautifully, and given the discerning eyes of those present, they could guess that she was here on a date.
It was known to them that outside of necessary galas, the usually reserved Qiuran had never dressed up so glamorously.
With her stunning and regal beauty matched by a queen-like aura, combined with Qiuran’s recent popularity, people in the restaurant couldn’t help but wonder which lucky man had captured her heart.
Curious as they were, they weren’t the type to make a spectacle out of their curiosity.
They wouldn’t be foolish enough to spy at a time like this, as angering her would lead to loss rather than gain.
The restaurant manager personally placed a bottle of Louis XIX in an ice bucket and then wheeled it over to the table where Qiuran and Ning Fan sat.
“Please enjoy.
If you have any other requests, be sure to let us know.”
Only Qiuran and Ning Fan enjoyed the personal service of the restaurant manager at this level.
Ning Fan nodded and politely flashed a smile.
The joke from earlier had left the manager feeling uncomfortable, but upon seeing Ning Fan’s elegant conversation and demeanor at this moment, the manager was impressed and let the past incident slide with a laugh.
The man of Queen Huo truly was no ordinary individual.
The manager had seen many people, but it was only with Ning Fan that he perceived an enigmatic aura, a demeanor that was uncontrived yet not quite elegant, with much about him that someone of the manager’s standing couldn’t fully comprehend.
After the manager left, Ning Fan picked up his glass.
“Inviting me to a place like this, are you trying to make things difficult for me?”
His expression seemed to say he disliked putting on airs, eliciting amazement, but Qiuran knew better.
The man was only joking.
Ning Fan was accustomed to such places, and although he often seemed nonchalant, depending on the context, he possessed a distinct refinement not found in ordinary people.
Looking at Ning Fan’s jesting, Qiuran smiled gently.
“It’s been a long time since we’ve been together like this, hasn’t it?”
Qiuran looked at Ning Fan somewhat absentmindedly, with eyes that seemed to be reminiscing about something—their past.
Four years earlier, the passionately in love couple, inseparable through their joy and laughter, had each held back tears when it came time to part.
However, after a separation of four years, the two had reunited and returned to each other’s sides.
The journey had been rough, but in the end, it appeared true lovers would always find their happily ever after.
“Yes, indeed.
It’s quite nostalgic,”
Ning Fan also sighed with a hint of nostalgia, as if moved by how things once were but had changed.
Four years could change a lot.
After deeply reflecting on the pain, misunderstandings had been cleared up.
Now, as Ning Fan felt touched by Qiuran’s affection for him, he frequently wondered how he could possibly make it up to her.
“It’s really good to have you by my side.”
Perhaps for Huo Qiuran, as long as Ning Fan was by her side, she was already content at this moment.
She wasn’t greedy; after having experienced a separation, Huo Qiuran didn’t dare to ask for more.
As long as Ning Fan still had her in his heart and remained by her side, it was enough.
When she remembered the scene in Jiangcheng, where Ning Fan had burst into the church in his grand attire, extending his hand to take her away, Huo Qiuran felt a surge of emotion that threatened to spill over into tears.
“You look so beautiful today.”
Ning Fan complimented Huo Qiuran, who was undeniably gorgeous.
“Cheers!”
Huo Qiuran took a light sip of the red wine, brushed a strand of hair from her face, and the gentle touch stirred the locks, releasing a fragrance in the air.
Today’s date was quite rare for the two of them, even carrying great significance, as it was their first date after getting back together.
The couple, now reconciled, had a lot they wanted to say to each other.
But when Ning Fan and Huo Qiuran’s gazes met, everything was understood without words.
What they wanted to say, what they wanted to know, could all be felt with just a look.
The affection in their eyes couldn’t lie.
As if to add a romantic touch to the atmosphere for the couple, the manager had specially instructed the band playing in the restaurant to switch to a light and romantic tune, giving them a little nudge.
Dingling dingling—
The night was still young, and after finishing a glass of wine, Huo Qiuran rang the bell, summoning the manager over to start ordering their meal.
This was a renowned Western restaurant in Zhonghai, with a famous chef at the helm.
“Not bad, but could you bring the chef over?
My taste is rather particular.”
The first appetizer was quite appetizing and made one eager to eat.
For tonight, under the manager’s directives, their table was personally taken care of by the restaurant’s head chef.
However, after trying a bite, Ning Fan requested the manager to call the chef over.
The manager’s expression changed, not understanding Ning Fan’s intention, but thinking that Huo Qiuran’s companion was not likely there to cause trouble, he still complied with Ning Fan’s request and summoned the chef.
The chef was a Frenchman, who spoke only a bit of rudimentary Chinese.
He came over to Ning Fan’s table somewhat annoyed, yet still prepared to hear what Ning Fan had to say out of politeness.
But as soon as Ning Fan spoke in fluent, authentic French and pointed out the shortcomings in the dish, the chef’s expression changed.
He looked at Ning Fan with awe, as though seeing a Celestial, and began eagerly discussing with Ning Fan like he had found a kindred spirit.
“Your words have truly opened my eyes.
If it weren’t for your face, based on your accent alone, I would think you are a genuine Frenchman!”
In the end, the chef exclaimed in amazement and then returned to the kitchen without a trace of dissatisfaction, but with some joy, and even took over the task of serving up the meals himself.
“This is the first time I’ve seen him so excited…”
Huo Qiuran said, somewhat surprised, yet accustomed to Ning Fan’s performance.
The waiting manager’s expression was notably colorful.
Ning Fan obviously knew his stuff and was very knowledgeable about French cuisine.
To cater to the couple, the restaurant’s chef had put forth his best effort, especially with his signature French dishes.
“After all, tonight’s date is very important to me, I don’t want any mistakes!”