Chapter 2273 - 728: Snowy Night_3

The laughter penetrated the heavy night.

After a moment.

Zhang Yan suddenly clutched her stomach and squatted on the ground.

"What’s wrong, Yanyan?"

"Nothing." She waved her hand somewhat embarrassedly. "I might have drunk too much ice beer tonight and caught a chill by the wind outside. I’ll be fine going to the restroom."

After speaking, she held her stomach and jogged downstairs.

She closed the bathroom door, sat on the toilet, and took out her phone.

After hesitating for a long while, she finally opened the pinned chat box.

Her fingertips paused, edited, and finally sent out a message mixed with shyness, sharing, and longing:

[Tang Song, I’m at Feifei’s flower shop, the barbecue in the loft smells great, and everyone is very happy. It’s just that I was greedy and drank a few glasses of ice beer, and now my stomach is protesting. Turns out as people grow up, their stomachs become honest first.

Outside the window, it started to snow. Very light, very slow, as if afraid of waking someone. Like the description in the book ’floating like willow catkins stirred by the wind.’ Yang City doesn’t have snow, I haven’t seen this kind of winter for a long time.

You should still be busy now. When you leave the office, it will definitely be colder than now, remember to wear an extra coat.

Speaking of which, everyone really likes the company’s jacket, they’re all asking me for the shopping link. If you’re not too busy, could you please send me the link?

The snow seems to be falling heavier now.

I kind of miss you.]

She sent the message out.

Instantly filled with a huge sense of sweetness.

Actually, ever since they parted that afternoon, she kept wanting to message him.

Wanted to tell him she arrived safely; wanted to share the joy of reuniting with friends; wanted to ask him if he had a good dinner...

But in the end, she was too shy, afraid of disturbing his work, and that line "What are you doing?" was typed and deleted, deleted and typed again in the chat box.

Now, using the reasonable excuse of needing the "jacket link," she finally expressed all those words hidden in her heart smoothly.

"Buzz buzz buzz——"

The phone almost vibrated the moment she sent out the message.

[Tang Song: "I miss you too. Is your stomach still hurting? Is it serious?"]

Zhang Yan blushed slightly and quickly replied: "It’s not serious, just trouble with the stomach, nothing to worry about."

[Tang Song: "No more cold drinks, have some hot water."]

Zhang Yan: [Cat nodding expression]

[Tang Song: "Send me height and weight of your two friends."]

Zhang Yan obediently sent the data of the two over, then eagerly waited for Tang Song to send over the shopping link.

However, the other party only sent a "received" expression and said no more.

Probably busy...

Zhang Yan didn’t think much of it.

After all, it’s double twelve, and he’s the company’s boss, definitely busy beyond measure.

She was already satisfied.

When Zhang Yan got up from the toilet, she realized her legs were numb and lacked feeling from squatting too long typing messages.

She steadied herself against the wall for quite a while before standing firmly.

When she returned to the loft terrace.

Cheng Xiaoyue and Lin Feifei immediately surrounded her with concern, thoughtfully handing her a large steaming cup of honey grapefruit tea.

Yet, this sisterly affection did not last long.

She scarcely took two sips of the hot water before being captured left and right by the pair.

"Confess! Who exactly is the ’Mr.’ who sent you the jacket?!"

"I noticed back in university!" Cheng Xiaoyue pinched her arm with a severe interrogation look, "You sneak off to Yan City University of Science and Technology now and then! Tell us! Is it the ’Mr.’ from your Moments?!"

"Exactly!" Lin Feifei chimed in, "Yanyan, don’t think we don’t look, we just didn’t want to embarrass you by exposing it."

"Still not talking, eh? Feifei, tickle her!"

"Ah! Don’t..."

Under the combined questioning of two close friends.

Zhang Yan giggled till her eyes watered and could only blush, nodding shyly like a mosquito hum.

"Wow——!!!"

Two pairs of gossip eyes lit up like searchlights instantly.

"Is it really him?! How far have you progressed? Holding hands? Kissed yet?"

"I want to hear your story, hurry spill it!"

Amidst a round of flurrying encouragement to ’come clean softly, resist severely’,

Zhang Yan haltingly recounted parts of a decade-long tale.

Middle school desk mate, former friends, later estrangement, Yan City, Imperial City, and the reunion in Yang City...

Cheng Xiaoyue and Lin Feifei, these two slightly literary girls, instantly became enamored with the long, pure, and fate-filled secret love story, listening avidly.

"Goodness, how romantic..." Lin Feifei held her face, "It’s practically a novel plot."

"Right, he’s in Yan City now too? Yanyan, go get him over here!" Cheng Xiaoyue excitedly suggested.

"Yes, yes! I absolutely want to see him in person! Holding our talented girl’s heart for so many years, he’s practically a living youth romance novel male lead!"

Zhang Yan blushed and quietly said: "He...he’s very busy now, working at the company."

"Aren’t you having stomach trouble? Let him come take care of you! Just like in the novels where the domineering CEO flies overnight!"

"If this ’Mr.’ grew into a prominent figure after separating from you, this story would be legendary." Lin Feifei was already daydreaming.

Just then.

"Ring ring ring——" Zhang Yan’s new Huawei phone suddenly rang.

It was a local Yan City number she didn’t recognize.

She hurriedly picked up the phone as if catching a life-saving straw, escaping her friends’ grasp.

Connected: "Hello? Good evening."

A very competent and polite female voice came through the phone.

After listening to a few sentences, Zhang Yan’s eyes suddenly widened.

She stood up from the sofa with a swift motion, her voice somewhat trembling: "Ah? This... Ah! Great, I’ll... I’ll come right down!"

Cheng Xiaoyue and Lin Feifei exchanged glances, full of confusion.

After hanging up, Zhang Yan still had a look of disbelief, mixed with surprise and shock.

"Yanyan, what’s up? Who was it?"

"He, he..." Zhang Yan pointed downstairs, speaking incoherently, "He sent over the jackets you wanted, along with—I just can’t believe it—the medicine... They’re waiting downstairs."

"What do you mean?"

"Delivering clothes? Medicine?"

The two paused confusedly, not quite understanding.

However, Zhang Yan could no longer explain, hastily running towards the edge of the terrace.

The pair followed curiously, leaning on the icy balcony railing, gazing downstairs.

Immediately, the trio of girls froze in place.

Under the deep night, fine snowflakes fell silently.

Downstairs near the flower shop, under a warm yellow glowing streetlamp, a Rolls-Royce Phantom parked quietly by the roadside with its hazard lights on.

The imposing car body sat like a black beast dormant in the dark night.

The silver Parthenon Temple-like grille emitted a cold, dignified metallic sheen under the light.

A thin layer of scattered snow rested on the car roof and hood.

Beside the car, a woman stood silently, dressed in a black waisted coat, her hair neatly ponytailed.

Her posture tall and slender, standing like a javelin in the snowstorm, holding several shopping bags.

Snowflakes fell onto her shoulders, with the streetlamp illuminating her cool and focused profile.

The scene was exquisite, aloof, filled with cinematic quality.

Noticing the commotion above, the woman raised her head and looked towards the second-floor terrace.

The streetlight lit up her face—

It was a face with extremely striking features, somewhat androgynous, beautiful, eyes sharp and bright.

A reserved aloofness and nobility emanated from her.

She appeared full of charisma.