Chapter 105: 105 is really good   A black car slowly stopped at the mouth of a small alley. Inside the car, the secretary softly said, “Mr. Yang, we’ve arrived. Thank you for the ride.” “It was on my way.” Yang Jinxia’s expression was very gentle, smiled, and said, “You’ve been working hard these days, have fun with your friends.” “Mhm.” Yang Jinxia casually said, “By the way, I’m actually a bit hungry now, weren’t you going to the noodle shop? Grab me a bowl of noodles on your way.” “Ah?” The secretary thought she had heard wrong. Mr. Yang was usually particular about his food, mostly going to high-end restaurants. When had he ever eaten at a roadside stall? Yang Jinxia said, “I feel like a change of taste occasionally, go ahead.” “Okay.” The secretary quickly opened the door, got out of the car, and hurried off into the alley. The driver, Sister Lin, was silent in the driver’s seat, like an invisible person, only her eyes vigilantly scanned the surroundings for any suspicious figures. This place was a city village, somewhat chaotic, so she instinctively heightened her alertness. Yang Jinxia stared at the bustling alley, her gaze somewhat distant, visualizing a lifeless face through the glass. “Could it be you?” … Rumble. Thunder roared in the sky. Chen Xu looked out from the kitchen, slightly worried as he glanced at the sky. If it rained, business would not go well today. “Boss, I haven’t seen your sister today.” The speaker was Yanqing, who had brought a few friends over today, all women, apparently Liu Bing’s college roommates, who took the opportunity to gather. Chen Xu said, “She went home.” “Oh, isn’t she your real sister?” “Cousin, she’s my Third Uncle’s daughter.” “Oh, no wonder she doesn’t look like you.” Yanqing, who almost came to eat noodles every day, saw Chen Xu busy in the kitchen, thus stood up voluntarily, grabbed a kettle, and went to the water dispenser to pour hot water, then took several disposable cups. “I say, Boss, you really need to hire a server.” “Can’t afford it.” “Ah.” Yanqing sighed inexplicably, “It feels like something’s missing without your sister.” “Yeah, yeah.” A customer nearby agreed. Chen Xu ignored them, served the noodles dish by dish, and after placing them down, saw an empty seat and asked, “Is someone else coming?” “Yes, they said they would be here soon.” As Liu Bing spoke, she saw the last roommate running over and stood up and waved, “Juanjuan, over here.” Chen Xu looked up and saw a young woman in a professional skirt walking hurriedly. Before she even reached, she called out, “Boss, pack a portion of noodles for me, please hurry.” Chen Xu asked, “What kind of noodles?” Liu Bing said curiously, “Juanjuan, whom are you getting it for?” The girl called Juanjuan glanced at the chalkboard and said, “Just the fresh meat noodles, a medium bowl. Make it quick.” “Okay.” Chen Xu turned and went into the kitchen. Juanjuan sat down on the chair, rubbing her ankle while explaining, “I ran too fast just now, almost sprained it. My boss is still waiting at the corner.” “Do rich people eat street food too?” One of the girls teased. “Who knows.” Juanjuan didn’t elaborate on her boss’s business; when she had joined the company, she remembered the repeated warnings that the big boss hated others prying into her privacy, and she was advised to mind her own words. Soon, Chen Xu had finished making the noodles, packed them up, and carried them over in a bag. “Thank you.” Juanjuan got up to take them and then dashed out toward the alley. Watching her departing figure, a girl sighed, “Such a high salary isn’t easy to come by after all, running around for the boss’s matters even this late.” Another person remarked, “Yeah, I see her, and she really has no time for herself. She couldn’t make it to several gatherings before.” A girl suddenly stated, “I heard she bought a Polo last month, paid in full.” The atmosphere then turned somewhat cold. Boom. Thunder roared again. Chen Xu looked up doubtfully, seeing thick clouds accumulating overhead, but without any sign of lightning, wondered if it was heat lightning. … In the car, Yang Jinxia saw her secretary come out, rolled down the window, took the bag, and said, “How much was it? Let me know later, and you can submit it to Wen Yan for reimbursement.” “Alright, Mr. Yang.” “Let’s go.” Yang Jinxia closed the window and spoke to the driver. Not far from driving off, she said, “Turn at the bend ahead and find a place to stop.” Once the car stopped, she said, “Sister Lin, you can get out and wait a while, the smell of the noodles is strong. I don’t want it to bother you.” Sister Lin checked the time and said, “Then I’ll come back to the car after fifteen minutes.” With that, she opened the door, stepped out, and stood a few meters behind the car. After sending the driver away too, Yang Jinxia finally reached to untie the bag. When she had taken the bag just now, she had smelled a very light, yet very familiar scent. The noodles were in a disposable container; holding the bottom was not too hot, it was just the right temperature. She lifted the top lid, and a not-so-strong, fresh aroma met her face along with the steam. Indeed, it was not a dream. That man, he really existed. Now, he was just a kilometer away. Her vision, that face behind the glass that seemed forever lifeless, suddenly came to life. She picked up the chopsticks, took a noodle, and put it into her mouth. The familiar, unique taste seemed to open the gates of memory. “Respect is mutual. You should treat me with the same attitude you hope to receive,” he said while staring into her eyes, which seemed to hold an inexplicable anger. “Xia Jinse, you are too full of yourself,” his face carried a cold smirk, his eyes filled with anger. “Once we reach the next shelter, we’ll go our separate ways; you take your sunlit path, and I’ll cross my own log bridge.” “In your heart, you never truly considered me, did you?” His eyes conveyed a sense of wounded pride. “Why can’t you be more honest?” Through the blurry face, there appeared to be concern. “Don’t worry, I haven’t rolled in the sheets with you yet, I won’t die that easily,” his eyes carried intimacy and nostalgia. “It’s a pity that, in the end, I couldn’t be with you…” his eyes held reluctance and regret. Countless voices and faces with different expressions flashed back, memories of those dreams resurfacing from the depths. She hoped someday, in that lonely, desolate world, he would open his eyes, look at her, and speak to her. For that day, she had spent more than a hundred days alone in the desolate shelter. During those hundred-plus days and nights, she ate with him, slept with him, knowing all too well that the taste of loneliness was far from pleasant. “You’ve finally come back to life, now you can watch me and talk with me. How wonderful.” Source: Webnovel.com, updated on N𝘰vgo.co