Chapter 2250 - 722: Yan City, Yan City_5

She hurriedly lowered her head shyly, pressing her lips together tightly.

Trying to push back the overwhelming emotions that threatened to burst, but realized she couldn’t.

His silhouette finally came to a stop in front of her.

A clean, pleasant scent mixed with the sunshine of winter gently enveloped her.

She didn’t dare look up, just stared at his spotless leather shoes, so nervous her palms were sweating.

"Welcome back to Yan City, Zhang Yan."

Before Zhang Yan could respond, a bouquet of dewy red roses suddenly appeared before her eyes.

Eleven roses, each just perfectly bloomed, with crystal droplets on the petals, wrapped in elegant paper.

Simple, yet overwhelmingly grand.

Zhang Yan suddenly lifted her head.

Dazedly staring at the bouquet nearly blushing her cheeks red.

Tang Song’s gentle gaze fell upon Zhang Yan’s delicate face, filled with longing and

After a moment, he spoke softly: "Don’t like it?"

"Li-like! I like it!"

Her voice was full of panic, as if afraid he would take the flowers back.

Hurriedly extending her slightly trembling hands, she carefully accepted the first bouquet of roses in her life.

Tang Song’s tall body leaned forward slightly, slowly approaching her.

She immediately seemed like a startled doe, instinctively lowered her head, and her cheeks nearly buried in the fiery petals.

Long eyelashes cast two shadows under her eyelids.

Returning to this familiar land, seeing this person she had yearned for day and night, the emotions buried deep in her heart for the past decade, unspeakable, now surged like a tide, making her so nervous she almost couldn’t breathe.

"What’s wrong?" His warm breath sprayed over her hair, "We haven’t seen each other for over a month, why do you seem so unfamiliar with me? Could it be... you had a change of heart in Yang City?"

"Ah!" Zhang Yan exclaimed softly, hastily lifting her head, stammering: "I didn’t, I haven’t, it’s just..."

Tang Song chuckled lightly, reaching over to pull the heavy suitcase beside her.

"Then show me."

"Ho-how to show?" Her voice was full of confusion.

"Give me a kiss."

"Ah?"

Zhang Yan quickly shrank back, looking at Tang Song, then glanced at the bustling crowd around.

Her cheeks turned from pink to scorching red at a visible speed, almost forgetting to breathe.

Tang Song chuckled lightly again, no longer teasing the shy girl next to him.

He leaned forward himself and gently kissed her on her hot, tender, and radiant cheek.

Her unique scent filled his nose, very pleasant.

Feeling the warm and soft touch on her cheek, Zhang Yan’s arms holding the roses suddenly tightened, her whole body stiffening.

Soon after, a warm big hand naturally held her cold one.

"Let’s go, it’s noon, I’ll take you for lunch."

The crowd and light began to retreat behind them, she was led by him, listening to the "thump thump thump" of her own heartbeat, feeling dazed.

In a daze, she crossed the vast airport hall and arrived at the parking lot.

Only when she stopped by a white Bentley Continental with elegant lines like a work of art did she suddenly snap back to reality, standing by the car, afraid to move.

Tang Song placed the suitcase in the trunk, laughing as he came to her side, personally opening the passenger door for her.

Lightly patting her on the back, "Get in the car, dear Zhang Yan. Or do you need me to carry you in?"

"No, no!" Zhang Yan was startled, quickly sitting inside with a red face.

Her body instantly sank into the soft and delicate leather seat. With her legs together and hands tightly clutching the bouquet of roses, she felt awkward and anxious.

The car door closed. Tang Song didn’t immediately start the car.

A moment later, Zhang Yan sneaked a sideways glance at him.

Only to find him looking at her with a smile, maintaining steady eye contact.

Zhang Yan’s face instantly turned crimson again with a "whoosh," biting her lip and burying her head lower.

Soon, the warm breath approached, she felt him lean closer, his nose brushing past her hair.

"Ah..." Zhang Yan exclaimed softly, nervously closing her eyes, thinking he was about to kiss her again.

"Sss—" The sound of the seatbelt being drawn out rang out, soon passing over her chest and bouquet, tightening around her body.

With a "click," the seatbelt buckle locked.

Zhang Yan: "..."

She was so embarrassed she wished she could instantly disappear from the car, find a crack to hide in.

But just then, a touch of warmth gently landed on her cheek.

She opened her eyes in a daze, looking at him so close.

Accompanied by Tang Song’s soft laughter, the engine let out a low rumble.

The car smoothly slid out of the parking space, merging into the traffic leaving the lot.

In the cabin, Su Yu’s melodious singing started to echo.

Zhang Yan was still in a state of embarrassed dizziness, tightly clutching the roses in her arms.

After a long time, her heartbeat slowly settled.

Turning sideways, she sneaked a look at him.

Outside the window, the winter scenery of Yan City’s suburbs, desolate yet bright, flew by.

He was driving, his handsome profile transforming in the play of light, appearing focused and serene.

His nose was upright, jawline well-defined, fingers long and strong on the steering wheel.

Zhang Yan’s heart stirred gently.

Like soil soaked by the melting snow of early spring, soft with a touch of sour coolness.

Reuniting with him in Yan City.

Sitting in his passenger seat, holding the flowers he gave her.

It felt like stepping into an adult fairy tale.