The restaurant played a beautiful violin melody, sometimes thick and low, sometimes bright and clear, complementing the crisp sound of Wen Qi's fork in her hand.

  She mechanically sent food into her mouth, the sweet cake stimulated her sensitive taste buds, but it was as tasteless as chewing wax, and she couldn't savor a bit of flavor.

  "Lost your appetite?" He Mingzhen had already put down his phone, moved the cup on the side of his head away, and handed over a steak that hadn't been touched yet. "The cake is too greasy."

  Wen Qi didn't even lift her head, "What's wrong with being sticky, I like it even if it's sticky." As she spoke, she scooped up another spoonful and stuffed it into her mouth, looking childish like a little girl throwing a tantrum.

  Although for He Mingzhen, she is indeed a little girl.

  He let out a snort of laughter, and Wen Qi didn't understand his strange sense of humor. He just raised his head, looking at him with a confused face.

  "It's fine if you like it," he said.

  His long fingers, stained with a slightly cool temperature, touched her hand and naturally placed her fingers in the palm of his hand to massage. Her hands were white and tender, and he couldn't help but pinch them again and again.

  "You're so busy, you don't even have time to eat."

  Wen Qi's tone was reproachful, and besides, his evening appointment had been ignored, and he hadn't even been given a good face.

  It was at this time that He Mingzhen's phone rang again, making her even more anxious and annoyed.

  He didn't look at the note on the screen and hung up the phone, flipping it over.

  "Why didn't you pick up?" Wen Qi raised an eyebrow.

  "He Mingzhen softened his voice: 'Accompany you.'"

  "Don't, absolutely don't." Wen Qi didn't want him to use her as an excuse and delay something important, a matter of life and death. She couldn't afford to be delayed. "You take it, just in case it's urgent."

  "What's next?" He Mingzhen's other hand hung down on the table, tapping his fingers on the desktop in an irregular rhythm.

  Just now he looked very dedicated, but at this moment it seems like he's not in a hurry anymore.

  "Hurry up, you're so slow." Wen Qi withdrew her finger and forced the phone back into his hand.

  He Mingzhen glanced at the unconnected call and saw the note on it, and slightly frowned.

  Before Wen Qi could react, he stood up and strode out of the restaurant door.

  This phone call was unusual, separated by glass, Wen Qi could see He Mingzhen's serious expression, which she had never seen before.

  Sure, here is the translation:

  As expected, as soon as the phone call ended, He Mingzhen came in and wanted to take his coat and leave.

  "Alright, go back by yourself, there's an emergency at the hospital..."

  In this matter, Wen Qi couldn't be indecisive either. "It's fine, it's not far from home here, I can just walk back."

  He Mingzhen nodded and then settled the bill and left.

  Out of the restaurant, the sky outside had darkened a bit, and the vehicles on the side of the road were rushing by. Wen Qi's slender figure cast a long shadow under the orange-yellow streetlights.

  So annoying.

  It's been five years and he had been looking forward to this date, from the beginning to the end, He Mingzhen didn't say a few words to her.

  Next time he's free, it'll be who knows when again.

  Wen Qi let out a soft sigh and put her hands into her coat pockets, only to realize that she had left her phone at the restaurant.

  "Good grief!"

  She muttered a low curse and turned to walk towards the dining room door.

  At the entrance, he was blocked by a man who stood firmly in his way.

  Wen Qi suppressed the anger in his heart and said in a still polite tone: "Excuse me."

  That person remains unmoved/unfazed.

  "Excuse me, can you please move over?"

  He lowered his eyes and teased: "Not very good."