Boss Lu: A reborn life is destined to be without regrets!-Chapter 313 - 236. Tea Aroma Overflowing

"Eh, where’s Guan Guan?"

December’s cold wind was biting, and people bustled by the Law School building adjacent to the main road.

Passing couples wore matching pairs of gloves and hats, adding a touch of warmth to the winter.

Zhou Sinin stood at the base of the building, rubbing her hands and blowing on them for warmth. She spotted Lu Jincheng and waved at him, smiling as she greeted him.

"She went to the restroom."

Lu Jincheng walked down the steps of the teaching building, his face unchanged as he responded, but his gaze on the girl was full of amazement.

Beautiful girls always had magic in the winter.

Today was no exception for Zhou Sinin.

Dressed head to toe in sophisticated jet black, her upper body clad in a loose-fitting short trench coat adorned with a detachable ring of light white lace at the cuffs, with two rows of square buttons scattered over the scarf on each side, was extremely chic.

On her wrist was a delicate matte-finished Dior Lady bag, the A-line skirt below perfectly hugging her waistline, her feet in a pair of same-hued knee-high boots, the realm above her calves absolutely enthralling.

"Let’s wait for her for a bit."

"Okay, oh... this is for you."

Zhou Sinin lowered her head, pulling out a scarf from her bag and with a flick of her wrist, presented it to Lu Jincheng with a smile.

"Come over a little, I’ll put it on for you."

The classic checkered pattern was instantly recognizable by someone who knew quality, matching the Burberry scarf around Zhou Sinin’s neck.

The man took two steps toward her, lowered his head, and let her thread the scarf beneath his chin, the warm wool fabric knotted, enveloping him in the girl’s warmth and affection.

"You smell so good today~"

Wearing a scarf was in fact a very intimate act.

Not only did the two have to stand face to face, but within this distance, even their scents were unmistakably apparent to each other.

Zhou Sinin tied the scarf neatly and casually straightened the man’s collar, feeling a faint fragrance on him that didn’t quite seem like the cologne he usually wore.

"Really? Maybe, I’ve switched to a new kind of laundry pod recently."

Lu Jincheng tensed inwardly, but his expression remained unchanged as he steered the conversation elsewhere.

Of course it was there.

Just a few guilt-filled minutes earlier, he had smudged Guan Yongyi’s makeup, and the lipstick at the corner of her mouth had just been wiped clean with a wet tissue.

But even the most experienced of fragrance thieves couldn’t completely eliminate the mix of scents in time.

Scent was another kind of enduring memory.

Holding her close in a confined space was bound to leave some kind of mark.

"Oh."

Zhou Sinin unconsciously inhaled through her nose, the scent both unfamiliar and familiar.

But she had no time to ponder as footsteps approached quickly.

"Um... am I interrupting something?"

Just then, a crisp voice sounded from behind the pair.

Guan Yongyi’s hand clenched the tissue tightly, her expression a mix of amusement and slyness as she looked towards the man and the woman.

She had witnessed everything.

Watching Zhou Sinin tip-toe up, her gentle demeanor akin to the ideal wife and mother, not forgetting to put a scarf around her man before leaving.

And then seeing the two of them turn in unison, the couple’s scarves around their necks were muted and simple in color, yet for some reason, they seemed painfully conspicuous.

"What nonsense are you spouting, baby, come on, he’s the one driving today!"

Zhou Sinin giggled, linking arms with her best friend.

"Did your stomach feel upset just now? Want to have some stomach-soothing hotpot?"

"No need, I’m fine, let’s go for French food instead; as long as you like it."

Guan Yongyi shook her head and walked towards the parked car at the main entrance.

...

"Guan Guan, you look so beautiful today~"

The two girls settled in the backseat of the Range Rover.

The campus lights were too dim, and as soon as Zhou Sinin leaned back onto the leather seat, she noticed her friend’s standout look for the evening.

Guan Guan had just refreshed her makeup in the restroom, restoring her look to a level of finesse that reached her hair tips, every gesture dripping with the elegance of a great beauty.

"Not at all."

"Your eye makeup, wow... and the lipstick shade is so on point. No secrets allowed! Tell me, what is it?"

Zhou Sinin pulled on Guan Yongyi’s arm with a smiling face, drawing her entire body into her embrace.

"Alright, alright, I’ll tell."

Unable to resist anymore, Guan Yongyi pursed her lips, unzipped her bag, and confessed honestly.

"Mac Bullet Head Smarticle, layered with Bullet Head Spice it up, and topped with a bit of clear lip gloss."

The short-haired girl’s cheeks were tinged with a blush, and although she spoke softly, the driver heard every word clearly.

But before the driver could speak, her best friend immediately widened her eyes in surprise.

"No way! Guan Yongyi! Do you really have to be this professional?"

Zhou Sinin’s eyes sparkled with curiosity, her voice tinged with a hint of unfamiliarity.

"Weren’t you always the one who believed in ’natural beauty is hard to abandon, I’m most beautiful with a bare face and unbeatable in poise’?"

"Please, keep your voice down, will you? There are other people here!"

Guan Yongyi, annoyed and embarrassed to be called out, extended her arm and pinched the ticklish flesh around Zhou Sinin’s waist.

"Ha ha ha ha, no worries, he can’t understand us; just treat him like he’s air."

Zhou Sinin’s laughter filled the car, her dimples brimming with vivacity.

"Right, I don’t understand."

Mr. Lu, the driver, chimed in professionally at just the right moment.

"Shut up, you, nobody would think you’re mute if you didn’t speak."

Guan Yongyi retorted irritably towards him.

...

Gifts, a ring, a bouquet of roses.

Bow ties, hemlines, two glasses of red wine.

The French restaurant was always a symbol of romance.

The Range Rover sped through the streets of Jiang City, heading toward the French restaurant that was tonight’s destination.

In 2007, beneath the Qingnian Road overpass, Goya quietly lit up its sign.

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