Mu Wanqing stopped in her tracks as soon as she stepped out of the private dining restaurant.
It had been drizzling when they arrived, and now the rain had gotten heavier.
She knew Wen Zhan would definitely chase after her, so she decided to wait.
Sure enough, before her emotions had settled, she heard footsteps behind her.
She turned around—and it was him.
"Where's the car parked? Let's head home," she said, looking at him.
Wen Zhan, tall and long-legged, strode toward her with imposing grace. Without stopping, he lifted his suit jacket and draped it over her, pulling her into his embrace. "This way. Let's go."
Mu Wanqing hadn't expected this. Suddenly enveloped by him, she was surrounded by his rich and pleasant scent, which instantly brought her a sense of calm.
She suddenly thought of a long-ago music video—"Beloved."