CHAPTER 92: CHAPTER 92: BRINGING IT UPON ONESELF

The next day at dawn, Ning Yue was woken up by the alarm clock.

After getting up and washing up, Ling Tianyou had already tidied up and was waiting for her at the dining table to have breakfast together.

Seeing her coming over, Ling Tianyou looked at her outfit and asked, "Are you wearing this today?"

Ning Yue pulled out a chair and sat down, asking, "Does it look bad?"

"It looks good," Ling Tianyou said, "but you should wear a jacket anyway! The air conditioning there is strong, don’t catch a cold."

Ning Yue shook her head at her long-sleeve dress, "No need! This dress is already thick enough, not that delicate."

Ling Tianyou pursed his lips, seeming a bit displeased, "Suit yourself then!"

Ning Yue thought his demeanor was inexplicable, "What’s wrong with you? Did I say something wrong?"

She seemed to have said nothing at all, but why did Ling Tianyou suddenly seem unhappy?

Ling Tianyou shook his head, silently picked up the sandwich made by Aunt Zhang and took a bite, not answering her question.

The more Ning Yue looked, the stranger she felt, "You don’t want to watch Han Yin’s performance? It’s fine if you don’t want to go, I totally understand, really!"

Thinking about it, Ling Tianyou was busy every day, and not going wouldn’t seem like a big deal.

Ling Tianyou paused while eating, the faint smile on his face disappearing completely.

He looked up at her once, then lowered his head again to chew slowly.

Ning Yue was full of confusion. What’s up with this person? What’s happening so early in the morning?

Aunt Zhang was wiping a vase nearby, seeing Ning Yue being clueless, she quietly put down the rag, then washed her hands and poured a glass of milk for Ning Yue, "Fresh milk, Young Madam, have some?"

Ning Yue nodded blankly, "Put it on the table, I’ll drink it later."

Aunt Zhang placed the milk on the table but didn’t leave, "Young Madam, the milk is very fresh, better to drink it while it’s hot."

Ning Yue took a bite of her sandwich, casually saying, "I know!"

Aunt Zhang stood there for a while, wanting to say something more, but eventually couldn’t think of anything, just sighed and turned away.

——Ah, never seen someone so oblivious!

Ning Yue glanced at Aunt Zhang’s retreating figure, feeling even more confused.

What’s going on? Why is Aunt Zhang acting weird too?

After silently eating breakfast, Ling Tianyou stood up, looked at her and said, "Let’s go! Perfect timing to head out now."

Ning Yue nodded, "Yeah, I want to stop by the flower shop and bring Han Yin a bouquet of pink roses, I promised her I’d bring flowers when I watched her performance."

"No need," Ling Tianyou picked up his phone and called his assistant, "Order a bouquet of pink roses, 199 stems, deliver them to Zhonghui Theater at 8:10 AM."

After hanging up, Ling Tianyou looked at Ning Yue and said, "Alright, let’s go!"

After saying that, he walked out of the villa without looking back.

Ning Yue felt even more bewildered, what is going on?

Once they got into the car, Ling Tianyou helped Ning Yue fasten her seatbelt, his face still expressionless.

Ning Yue couldn’t hold it in, "What’s wrong with you? Did I upset you? Or what is it?"

She thought hard but couldn’t figure it out.

If this continues, she’d probably be confused to death.

Ling Tianyou started the car, turned to her and asked, "Do I seem like you upset me?"

Ning Yue nodded vigorously, "Very much so."

Ling Tianyou chuckled, "Then I guess so!"

Then he didn’t speak again.

Ning Yue swore, if she could, she’d want to crack open Ling Tianyou’s head to see what he’s thinking.

Suddenly being so cold, it’s utterly baffling.

Arriving at the theater entrance, someone was already waiting for them.

"Is this Miss Gu? These are the tickets, two of them in total, please hold onto them."

Ning Yue responded, "Thank you."

The person waved and turned into the theater through the staff passage.

After waiting for two more minutes, the assistant came over holding a bouquet half the height of a person.

It was only when he arrived in front that Ning Yue saw his face.

Ling Tianyou reached out to take the flowers, "I’ll go back to the company, let President Lin host this morning’s meeting."

"Yes, President Ling." The assistant gave Ning Yue a deep look before leaving, it’s a first seeing President Ling prioritize a woman over work.

It seems like he really has feelings for this Gu family young lady.

Entering the theater with flowers in hand, Ning Yue followed Ling Tianyou to find their seats.

Only upon sitting down did she realize Shen Hanyin’s tickets had a great view.

Not only were they close to the front, but they also offered a clear view of the entire stage.

Ning Yue had been busy with tasks in her past life and rarely had the chance to leisurely watch a performance from start to finish.

This time, she managed to do so with her current body’s situation.

"Han Yin is first time solo dancing today, I wonder if she’ll be nervous." As the lights dimmed, Ning Yue whispered.

Ling Tianyou chuckled lightly, not responding.

Ning Yue knew she was asking for trouble, so she said nothing more.

The performance went on act after act, by the time Shen Hanyin appeared on stage, the event was already nearing an end.

It was evident her troupe valued her highly; otherwise, she wouldn’t be second last to perform as the lead.

There’s no denying Shen Hanyin’s dance skills were solid, and every expression and movement exuded charisma.

Even someone like her who doesn’t understand traditional dance was captivated by Shen Hanyin’s manner.

If she were a man, she’d probably try her hardest to marry a girl like Shen Hanyin.

Ji Zhiye is truly fortunate to win the heart of such a beauty.

After her dance concluded, Shen Hanyin left the stage.

Ning Yue turned her head and whispered, "After the curtain call, there’s a ten-minute flower presentation."

Ling Tianyou nodded, his face still expressionless.

Ning Yue curiously observed Ling Tianyou, he really showed no reaction?

Amidst thunderous applause, it seemed only Ling Tianyou was unaffected.

"How did you think Han Yin’s dance was just now?" Ning Yue couldn’t help asking.

Perhaps feeling uneasy under Ning Yue’s gaze, Ling Tianyou looked at the stage and said leisurely, "Very good, a national-level dancer’s standard."

Ning Yue asked, "Then why didn’t you have any reaction?"

Ling Tianyou turned to her, "What kind of reaction do you want from me? A flying kiss?"

Ning Yue imagined the scene and immediately shook her head, "No need for that."

Ling Tianyou giving a flying kiss, just the thought was terrifying.

Ling Tianyou gave her a peculiar look, then turned back to continue watching the performance.

What kind of reaction did Ning Yue wish for? Doesn’t she realize that right now, his eyes only see her?

Why does she keep noticing things beyond herself?

Thinking of this, Ling Tianyou touched his wristwatch, his expression sinking a bit more.