Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Chapter 1289: The Story of Ling and Heng (552)

Feng Ling was expressionless. "Mr. Ian's joke is not funny."

Ian chuckled. "What if I really jump?"

Feng Ling glanced at him coldly. "Then jump. I won't stop you."

"Tsk, you're really…" Ian really loved and hated her temper. In the end, he could only grit his teeth. Although he wished he could pull her into his arms and kiss her to let him know that he was not a good-tempered and patient person, he still knew that he could not be too hasty. Otherwise, he would only push her further away.

They entered the elevator that only the senior executives of the bank building could take, so their journey was smooth and unhindered. They did not stop at the center of the 70th floor and directly reached the top floor.

After the elevator arrived, Ian watched with a smile as Feng Ling reached out and made a gesture for her to enter.

Feng Ling didn't understand and walked out. When she stepped out of the elevator, she saw that there was still a small staircase about ten floors above the rooftop. She walked over.

The moment she walked up the stairs to the rooftop, the empty space in front of her was filled with red roses. They were not petals but a fresh red rose, and in the middle was a huge heart shape made of white roses.

Feng Ling paused.

Ian walked behind her. "I know this method looks a bit tacky, but according to my observation, your experience and everything about you are very simple. I don't know if you'll like this kind of tacky way of expressing myself, but at least I'm sincere. If I can get even a little bit of your heart, I'll be willing to spread flowers all over the street."

Feng Ling :"…"

Ian walked up to her and looked down at her silent face. "I invited you so many times, but you refused to have dinner with me. Since you're here today, why don't you have dinner with me?"

Feng Ling turned to look at him. "Mr. Ian, I think I should tell you…"

"You don't have to say anything." He reached out to hold her wrist. As Feng Ling subconsciously tried to pull her hand out, he held it tightly and looked at her firmly. "At least, before you return to America, I have to leave something in your heart, even if it's just a little. This way, at least when I chase you to America, I'll have a reason to see you."

Feng Ling was led into the large rose field in front of them. She stepped on a small empty path in the middle until she saw a delicate table in front of her. At this moment, Ian pressed a bell on the table, and immediately, someone brought up exquisitely carved candles and various exquisite food, placing them on the table.

After those people filled up the table, he signaled for them to leave. When there were only the two of them left, he walked over and pulled out a chair, signaling her to sit down.

The only pursuit Feng Ling had ever experienced was Li Nanheng's "I like you; I want you" style. He didn't even give her a decent flower, let alone a rose path or a candle-lit dinner. In her impression, Li Nanheng had only given her a small cabin in the jungle, but it was later burned down.

As for the other feelings and pursuits, they were just simple feelings. At that time, Chen Beiqing offered her a bouquet of flowers every day, but he was rejected by her. She didn't even look at them.

She didn't have much experience when it came to love, so even though this scene looked tacky, it was the first time for her.

Seeing that Feng Ling didn't move, Ian turned around and pressed her shoulder down, pressing her to sit on the chair. "Since you're already here, give me some face. If you leave now, all the employees in this building will see my grand appearance. You have to save me some face."

Feng Ling didn't say anything. She just sat there, looked at the candles on the table, and then looked at the nearly thousand square roses under her feet. She didn't have to think to know that these flowers were very expensive, not to mention so many of them.

Seeing that she seemed to be willing to compromise, he did not resist her. Although she appeared uncomfortable, it was a good start.

He smiled and sat opposite her. After cutting the medium-well steak, he pushed the plate of steak in front of her and brought the untouched plate to his side, patiently cutting it.

Feng Ling watched his movements. "Mr. Ian, I really don't know how to respond to your great kindness, but you should know my attitude. Even if I don't say it, you should know it."

"I know." Ian patiently cut his steak. "But you're still single. I have the right to pursue you. I never thought that I would be able to win your heart today, but there's a good saying in China. If you're sincere, you can achieve anything you want. As time goes by, one day, I'll find a breakthrough for you."

Feng Ling did not eat the steak that had been cut in front of her. She glanced at the wine glass by the side, which had already been filled with red wine.

She waved the wine glass in her hand and chuckled. "If my life hadn't changed so much since I was a year old, perhaps I would have experienced this many years ago. Flowers, red wine, a luxurious life where I don't have to worry about food, clothes, and expensive shoes…"

"Unfortunately, Mr. Ian, you don't know much about my past," she said softly. "Although I am indeed the daughter of the Feng family in the United States, in my eyes, any rose here is enough for me to eat my fill. I am also very touched by such a luxurious and high-profile method, but at the same time, my heart aches. These are not suitable for me. Please don't do them again in the future."

Ian stopped cutting the steak and looked up at her. He saw that Feng Ling had only taken a sip of red wine and had no intention of eating.

"Zand told me some things about you, but he obviously doesn't know much about you." Ian put down the knife and fork in his hand and wiped his hands with a wet towel. "Do you mind telling me about your past?"

Feng Ling smiled. "There's nothing to say."

"If you don't want to tell me, it means that your heart is not open to me." Ian looked at her emotionally. "How can I pry your heart open? How can I see what exactly is in your world? How can a girl be so cold and reject me so thoroughly? Even if you are playing hard to get, you have never done it."

Feng Ling smiled lightly and took another sip of red wine. After all, this was the rooftop. In the autumn weather, it seemed to be windy. She didn't know where the wind came from, but the hair behind her shoulders was slightly messy.