Standing by the roadside, Li Weiwei watched the young man in the car thoughtfully fastening Zhao Yaqian's seatbelt, feeling a surge of jealousy. With the engine's roar, the black BMW 330 merged onto the main road and gradually disappeared from view.

After waiting for a while, a white Volkswagen Jetta finally pulled up in front of her. The passenger window rolled down, and her boyfriend leaned over, waving, "Princess, your carriage awaits."

Li Weiwei yanked the car door open and slammed it shut with force. "Be gentle! You'll break the door!" her boyfriend complained, then noticed the items in her hand and said, "Oh, you've got milk tea. Can I have a sip?"

Li Weiwei's anger flared up instantly, "Get lost! I told you at 9:40 that I'd be working late. Why are you only here now? Couldn't you have come a bit earlier?"

"Hey, it's already 11 PM. I had to rush here, you know. Is it necessary to be angry over a few minutes' delay?" he retorted.

Furious, Li Weiwei's chest heaved, "Yeah, and you couldn't even bring me something to eat!"

"Alright, let's not argue about this. I'll remember next time," he replied.

"Give me your phone. I want to see if you were playing games at home, which is why you were late!" she demanded.

"You... how can you accuse me without proof!" he exclaimed.

Their argument continued as the car sped off.

...

Outside, the wind whistled, but inside the car, it was quiet. Tang Song glanced at Zhao Yaqian's flushed face and asked softly, "Aren't you hungry?"

"Very," Zhao Yaqian replied, licking her lips and starting to eat the skewers he brought.

The workload tonight had been heavy, making her hungry early on. She even sneaked a few snacks meant for customers during her shift.

"This is delicious!" Zhao Yaqian said, munching on a sausage and reaching for the warm milk tea from the glove compartment. She swiftly pierced the cover and took several big gulps, feeling revitalized.

Tang Song watched her with amusement. Every time he spent time with his beautician friend, her straightforward and innocent nature shone through.

"Brother Song, is this really your new car? It must be expensive," Zhao Yaqian asked, her curiosity piqued.

"It wasn't cheap. It cost around 400,000 yuan, definitely more than the Wuling Hongguang," Tang Song replied.

"That much!" Zhao Yaqian exclaimed, stunned. She wanted to ask where he got so much money but felt too embarrassed to mention it, so she focused on eating instead.

The car filled with the scent of soy sauce and chili, and Tang Song's appetite grew. "Qianqian, feed me a bite. I'm a bit hungry," he said.

Zhao Yaqian hesitated briefly, then asked, "What would you like to eat?"

"Anything you're holding is fine," Tang Song said, eyeing the skewer in her hand.

"Oh, okay," she said, quickly bringing the skewer to his mouth.

Tang Song bit into it, and Zhao Yaqian gently pulled the skewer back, repeating the process until he finished the tofu skin. Seeing how much he enjoyed it, Zhao Yaqian grabbed another sausage skewer and offered it to him. This update is available on NoveI~Fire.net

After a few bites, Tang Song casually asked, "I'm a bit thirsty. Can I have some milk tea?"

Zhao Yaqian glanced at her half-empty cup and then at him, feeling no hesitation as she handed it over.

Tang Song took a sip and smiled, "It's really sweet."

Zhao Yaqian took a bite of her sausage and another sip of the milk tea, agreeing, "It is sweet."

"I'm still thirsty," Tang Song said.

"Here, drink more. There are still plenty of coconut bits at the bottom," she said, handing it back to him.

"I almost drank it all. Next time, I'll get a 1-liter cup," he said.

"Next time, it's on me!" Zhao Yaqian offered, her face lighting up with a big smile.

Sharing the food in such a close and intimate manner made her heart flutter. The city lights outside and the starry night sky created a perfect backdrop for their cozy interaction.

After a while, Zhao Yaqian leaned back, feeling tired and sleepy. She watched Tang Song's profile quietly, her gaze lost in thought.

In this late-night moment at the beginning of May, Tang Song's sudden appearance was warm and vivid. His smile was like a clear sky after a spring rain, and his clean white shirt was a beam of light in her dark world.

At 19, Zhao Yaqian realized she might be experiencing her first crush.

...

The car slowly entered Tiankuo Garden residential complex and stopped outside Building 6, Unit 2.

"We're here, Qianqian," Tang Song said.

"Oh, that was quick," Zhao Yaqian said, sitting up, unbuckling her seatbelt, and opening the car door.

Usually, the journey from work to home felt long and tiring, but tonight, it seemed so short.

In the dimly lit old residential area, Zhao Yaqian slung her bag over her shoulder and held the thermal bag. She wanted to say something to Tang Song but didn't know how to start. Her mind was in a whirl, thinking of many things.

She recalled moments when Tang Song had taken care of her, like when he had protected her from the rain with his umbrella.

She hesitated, then suddenly said loudly, "Yes."

Tang Song, confused, asked, "What did you say?"

Blushing furiously, Zhao Yaqian stammered, "Nothing, I was just mumbling."

Despite her bravado, she knew this wasn't the right moment to speak her mind.

Biting her lip, she remembered something and said urgently, "Wait for me here, Brother Song. I need to get something from upstairs."

Tang Song, slightly puzzled, nodded, "Okay."

"Be right back," she said, rushing into the building.

In just two or three minutes, Zhao Yaqian returned, breathless, holding a black gift box. With a bright smile, she handed it to him, "This is for you. I promised you a gift before. I hope you like it."

She had chosen the watch carefully, hoping to mend their relationship.

Tang Song accepted the box, unwrapping the bow and opening the lid to reveal a men's wristwatch. The silver stainless steel case paired with the black calf leather strap gave it a simple yet business-like look.

Pointing to her own blingy earrings, Zhao Yaqian said playfully, "It's a thank you gift for all your kindness, Brother Song."

Taking a deep breath, Tang Song looked intently at her. The evening breeze lifted her slightly curly hair and her pink sun-protective jacket.

Her tall, sexy figure leaned forward slightly, her bright face showing shyness and excitement.

Tang Song placed the watch box on the car's hood, stepped forward, and gently wrapped his arms around her slender waist.

"Ah!" Zhao Yaqian exclaimed in surprise, instinctively stepping back, but bumping into his hands instead.

Meeting her gaze, Tang Song replied with a passionate kiss, his lips capturing hers. His arms encircled her waist, and he inhaled her sweet scent. He felt an unprecedented sense of fulfillment.

The night flowed silently, but their hearts raced like a river.

"Swish!" The system interface appeared before him, lines of text jumping out.