Sophie Marceau Restaurant in the city.
Named after France's most famous national treasure actress, it highlights its class.
In fact, it's certainly more renowned than the Jasmine Restaurant in North City, and it's also the most professional French restaurant in the whole of Binhai.
It's said that the chefs of Sophie Marceau are high-paid French chefs, and several signature dishes such as Bouillabaisse, Foie Gras Steak, Paris Lobster, Red Wine Snails, and Saffron Chicken Liver are made authentically, with all ingredients imported from France, making the prices extremely expensive, so those who can dine here are undoubtedly the well-dressed high society people.
But there are exceptions, like at this moment in the southwest corner of the restaurant, where Jiang Feng, dressed plainly, sits at the window browsing the menu casually handed over by the waiter.
Opposite him, Murong Qian rests her chin on her hand, her enchanting eyes quietly gazing at Jiang Feng with a slight smile on her lips.
To enjoy this alone time with Jiang Feng, she purposely changed into a cool shoulder strap long dress before getting off work, making her tall and beautiful figure even more striking.
Her jet-black long hair cascades over her shoulders and down her back, and her autumn-colored eyes under her light brows seem hazy and enchanting. Her delicate nose stands firm, her seductive red lips smirk slightly, and the white, slender thighs revealed from under her dress are lazily and relaxedly crossed.
She wears black ankle-strap sandals on her feet, her jade-like feet smooth and fair as if soaked in milk, the back of her feet curvaceously plump and snowy, her ankles slender and elegant, with five white and pink little toes like fragrant cardamom, spotlessly and attractively fragrant.
"Just this," Jiang Feng returns the menu after ordering, having first let Murong Qian order, and now selecting a few dishes at random, mainly to accompany her.
"And a bottle of Petrus red wine," Murong Qian says with a smiling tone to the waiter.
"Certainly, ma'am," the professionally trained waiter takes back the menu, looking at Murong Qian a couple of times more, still puzzled about who is hosting whom for this meal and why such a stunning and poised beauty is dining with an ordinary-looking man in such a place.
"You know, I'm not intentionally making you spend a fortune; it's just a habit since childhood, being used to French cuisine. I've been here a few times; it's pretty authentic," Murong Qian knows that the order she just placed is a significant expense for Jiang Feng now, but she's already minimized it as much as possible, though they couldn't skimp on the wine.
"You've been very considerate. This place has all the top ten French wine brands; you chose the cheapest Petrus, and it's not even from Bordeaux, costing only one-tenth of what genuine Petrus costs. I can handle it," Jiang Feng says calmly.
"Mr. Jiang's knowledge and conversation are not typical of an ordinary security guard," Murong Qian teases with a smile.
"Your experience and taste are not that of a simple surgical director," Jiang Feng remains composed.
"Haha, Mr. Jiang seems always on guard, speaking without a flaw. But am I really that intimidating to you? Guarding against a little woman is impolite," Murong Qian continues to smile but there is a hint of grievance in her tone.
"This meal is to thank you for operating on the Old Man today. Besides that, have you thought about the other matter I promised you?" Jiang Feng asks, avoiding her direct query, looking at her.
"Sure, I've made up my mind since I finished our phone call," Murong Qian gently swirls an empty glass, her smile alluring.
At this moment, the waiter brings the decanted Petrus, pouring half a glass for Murong Qian while Jiang Feng waves it off, accompanying with a glass of cool white water.
"What is it?"
"I want you to be my boyfriend~" Murong Qian takes a light sip of the red wine with her rosy lips, shocking with her words!
"Puff!"
Even with Jiang Feng's great psychological resilience, Murong Qian's words made him spew out a mouthful of cold water, nearly splashing onto her face!
"You, what did you say?" Jiang Feng furrows his brows, picking up the napkin on the table to clean up the mess.
"What, do you think I'm not worthy? Am I not pretty enough? Or not excellent enough?" Murong Qian feigns anger, feeling a bit displeased with Jiang Feng's reaction.
"Are you serious?" Jiang Feng's brows furrow tighter, feeling like Murong Qian is teasing him. If she truly has this mindset, then this meal is meaningless.
"Oh..." Murong Qian observes Jiang Feng's expression and immediately understands his stance. She sighs softly in her heart but outwardly laughs it off lightheartedly, "Look at you, I'm just teasing, see how scared you are, is it really that serious..."
"This kind of joke, don't make it lightly in the future," Jiang Feng says seriously. He doesn't believe that with Murong Qian's background and methods, especially after meeting Nangong Qingcheng in the afternoon, she hasn't investigated the relationship between him and Nangong Qingcheng.
If she knows well and is still making this kind of joke, then it's indeed a bit excessive.
"Jiang Feng, I don't need you to do anything for me, right now, with just the two of us, I just want one honest answer from you. Thirteen years ago, under Heaven's foot, were you really the person I knew back then?"
Murong Qian's expression turns serious, staring directly at Jiang Feng, hoping for his answer yet fearing it at the same time.
She has hoped countless times, imagined countless times, that the now-famous Jiang Feng in Binhai is the person she has pursued arduously all the way to Binhai to find!
Even though the current Jiang Feng no longer completely matches the figure in her memory and has undergone dramatic changes, she believes in her intuition and the arrangement of destiny.
But she fears that if Jiang Feng denies it again, she will be utterly despairing and will deeply blame herself for "love shifting" because the current Jiang Feng has indeed won some degree of her favor; she doesn't want to admit she is a fickle woman.
Is it or not?
This question stumps Jiang Feng; he gazes at Murong Qian's conflicted and anxious expression, hesitating to speak, and falls into silence.
The moment seems frozen, with "Ce train qui s'en va" playing softly in the restaurant, coloring the atmosphere with a unique mood.
At this point, outside the restaurant in the parking lot, a flashy Aston Martin Lagonda pulls up. A security guard takes the keys tossed by the owner to park the car, while the owner, holding a stunning woman in a black lace dress, walks in.
The woman's crystal high-heeled sandals click on the floor, the rich fragrance of high-end perfume enveloping her and wafting into the restaurant, catching nearly every guest's attention.
Except for the contrasting couple in the southwest corner, who remain unmoved, letting time quietly drift by.
"Hmm?" Yan Chen instantly recognizes Murong Qian sitting opposite Jiang Feng, and in a moment, his hand withdraws from the waist of the stunning woman, his face suddenly enveloped with a wave of killing aura, his eye corners twitching violently!
Is this what they call a narrow path for nemeses?