Chapter 92 — The Ice Cream Kiss

Su Nian's body went limp. She abruptly grabbed the edge of the table for support. Blinking in panic, she fled the scene in haste.

Only after stepping outside did she realize—her entire body was drenched in sweat.

Had she… had she caused trouble?

"Who exactly is that man...?"

If the last time he had suppressed Ye Nan merely left her astonished, then this time, what surged from deep within her was fear.

"How on earth did Su Wanwan manage to hook up with such a powerful man!"

Fear, yes—but beneath it, fury and envy burned more intensely. A raging inferno was ignited in her eyes.

"Calm down… Su Nian, keep your cool."

"This has nothing to do with me anyway!"

"There's no surveillance, and that idiot Li Zhen won't suspect I was the one pulling strings behind the scenes."

"Her family's so rich—what's one ruined restaurant to them?"

Thinking this, Su Nian let out a long breath. She closed her eyes, and when they opened again, a soft tenderness had returned to her expression. She hailed a cab and left the scene with elegance and composure.

Within half an hour, the restaurant was fully evacuated by the manager. Soon, Fu Liangmu's men arrived and took over. Su Wanwan led him away.

Just as they got into the car, Su Wanwan received a text message:

[This restaurant belongs to Li Zhen.]

As she read the message, everything clicked into place.

No wonder something so disgusting appeared in the food—so that's what it was about.

"Thank you for standing up for me."

Su Wanwan turned to glance at Fu Liangmu.

He replied indifferently,

"I simply didn't want anyone ruining our meal."

Su Wanwan smiled gently and looked at his flat stomach.

"As compensation, let me take you somewhere nice."

She grabbed his phone and entered directions to a nearby street food market. When Fu Liangmu stepped out of the car, he was taken aback by the crowd before him.

Laughter and chatter filled the air, couples strolled hand in hand, enjoying all kinds of snacks.

"What is this place?"

Shouldering her bag, Su Wanwan noticed his visible discomfort and grinned,

"First time here?"

"The food's amazing. Eat whatever you like—it's my treat."

Fu Liangmu's lips pressed into a thin line, his body stiff in place.

"Let's go."

Su Wanwan took a few steps and, noticing he hadn't followed, turned around in surprise.

He was still standing there, unmoved.

After a brief hesitation, she simply reached out and took his hand.

The warmth and softness of her palm were like hot water melting ice, stirring something in Fu Liangmu's heart and urging him forward.

Arriving at a food stall, Su Wanwan ordered confidently:

"Six skewers of grilled meat, please!"

"Sure! That'll be twenty yuan!"

Fu Liangmu frowned sharply at the price, as if he had misheard.

He couldn't help asking,

"How much?"

"Ten yuan for three skewers, twenty for six."

Fu Liangmu pulled out his wallet and handed over a hundred yuan bill.

The vendor pointed to a sign,

"Sorry, we don't accept cash—mobile payment only."

Fu Liangmu paused.

"I didn't bring my phone."

It was still in the car.

"No need to fuss," he added generously.

"I've got it."

Su Wanwan scanned the code and, at the same time, smoothly took the bill from his hand and tucked it into her pocket.

"A treat's a treat. I said I'd pay."

Fu Liangmu: "…"

The skewers were soon ready. Su Wanwan handed him three and began to eat. The rich, savory flavor exploded in her mouth, making her eyes crinkle with delight.

Fu Liangmu took a bite. Not bad.

Perhaps swayed by the unexpected enjoyment, he followed her from stall to stall: squid skewers, spicy hot pot sticks, takoyaki, spiral potatoes, cheesy corn dogs, pomegranate juice… a delightful chaos of flavors.

"I want a soft-serve cone,"

Su Wanwan said, eyes twinkling as she gazed longingly at a stall with a growing line. Her obsidian-like eyes sparkled, glazed with anticipation.

Fu Liangmu could hardly resist such a look. He averted his gaze and cleared his throat.

"Wait here. I'll go buy it."

"Okay."

As he left, Su Wanwan found a seat and waited idly.

Behind her drifted a strong, mouth-watering aroma.

Turning around, she noticed a stall selling fiery beef tendon balls. A sign boldly declared: "Not spicy, no charge!"

To someone like Su Wanwan, who thrived on spice, those words were a direct challenge.

She walked over and asked,

"Is it really that spicy?"

The vendor grinned,

"Spicy? If not, I'll pay you! Try one for free!"

Su Wanwan immediately paid.

"I'll take one to try."

The skewer looked enticing, drenched in thick chili sauce.

She took a bite—tasty, but not very spicy.

"Looks like you owe me money," she teased.

The vendor smiled cryptically,

"Try one more."

…

Meanwhile, Fu Liangmu was paying for the ice cream. Next to the cone shop, a peculiar stall sold liquid nitrogen ice cream balls—each no larger than a dumpling, enveloped in thick white smoke.

He bought a box, then returned to queue for the soft-serve. The line had grown to over a dozen people. Unfazed, he pulled out a wad of cash and handed out hundred-yuan bills to those ahead of him, effortlessly moving to the front.

Once everything was bought, he popped an ice cream ball into his mouth on the way back.

A rush of icy coolness spread instantly, and mist puffed from both his mouth and nose.

The taste was ordinary, but the experience amusing.

Soon, he spotted Su Wanwan.

She was flushed and sweating, her lips swollen and red, hissing and gasping from the unbearable heat. Behind her, the vendor roared with laughter.

The moment she saw Fu Liangmu, she bolted toward him like a drowning person spotting a lifebuoy.

"Something sweet! Sweet!"

Fu Liangmu's gaze sharpened.

He placed another ice cream ball in his mouth, raised his left hand high to keep the soft-serve away from her grasping hand—

And in her stunned confusion, his cool fingers gently held her chin.

He leaned down.

Then, without hesitation, his cold lips pressed against hers.

Su Wanwan's mind exploded with a buzz!

The icy sensation instantly soothed the fiery burn.

A chilled little "dumpling" slid into her mouth.

White mist curled between their lips, ethereal and dreamlike.

Her eyes widened. Her thoughts froze. Her lashes fluttered like butterfly wings.

Within her shrinking pupils danced fleeting light.

She couldn't make out Fu Liangmu's expression—only feel the commanding yet gentle kiss, and the unspoken tenderness within it.

The sharp contrast between searing heat and biting cold left her with an overwhelming sense of weightlessness.

That soft, lingering sensation in her mouth refused to fade.

That tiny "ice cream ball"... gradually melted between their kiss.