No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 1779: Daily Life After Marriage (7)

The sunlight was obscured by clouds, leaving only a faint layer of daylight.

Hannah leaned against the car window, watching the gradually unfamiliar roads, "Arnold, where are we going?"

Arnold slowed down the car, "A new private restaurant opened nearby. I heard the food is good, thought I’d take you to try it."

There weren’t too many cars on the road, and plenty of trees lined both sides, their lush branches extending out to the windows of residential buildings.

This area, like Fir Street, was part of the old district, and everything here had a special charm.

Sometimes, seeing the signs by the road felt like going back decades.

The car turned into a street and stopped in front of a small alley.

Hannah pushed open the car door and hopped out, just as Arnold came over from the other side, holding her hand.

The alley was old, the bricks on the ground worn down over the years, not as smooth as they once were, especially after rains, when many small puddles formed.

Each puddle reflected the colors of the sky.

The alley had many curves, and after several turns, they finally arrived at the place.

Before them stood a tightly closed red door, as if it were embedded in the stone wall. Only after pushing it open did they realize there was a whole other world inside.

In front of them were mountains and flowing water, and as they walked along the corridor, they could faintly hear the melodious sound of a guqin.

This private restaurant didn’t have a set menu; most of the time, you ate whatever the owner prepared.

Today was no different.

The space inside the restaurant wasn’t large, and the decorations on the walls were mostly antique paintings and calligraphy. Red drapes hung from the ceiling, and red candles were placed in the corners.

Hannah sat in her seat, resting her head on her hand and looking around, "Arnold, is the owner having a wedding here?"

The room adorned in festive red, with its classical charm, very much resembled an ancient bridal chamber.

"The owner isn’t the one holding a wedding." Arnold sat down beside Hannah.

She turned to look at him, just catching his tender gaze, soft and gentle, illuminated by the nearby candlelight.

She stared for a moment.

Thinking how entrancing men’s charm could be.

"Do you remember what day it is today?"

The man’s warm voice carried a faint, magnetic huskiness, like warm jade clinking together.

Hannah was stunned, her mind blank for a moment.

She thought she probably looked like one of those guys who mixed up anniversaries and birthdays.

After thinking for a while, Hannah tentatively said, "If I say I don’t remember, will you be mad?"

Arnold said he wouldn’t.

But Hannah still seriously thought about it, eliminating their birthdays, their love anniversary, and their wedding anniversary.

So the only thing left was...

Hannah understood, but seeing Arnold’s expression, she deliberately gave a vague answer, "It’s the day you want to surprise me."

This answer couldn’t go wrong.

A bright smile spread across her face.

Arnold felt helpless, just like from the first time he met her.

Before falling for her, he could set a hundred rules and conditions; after falling, as long as it was about her, anything was possible.

"Actually, today is..." Arnold poured a glass of juice for Hannah from the table.

She liked the sour and sweet taste.

Like juice and fruit candies, especially orange-flavored ones.

"It’s the day we first met." Hannah held her juice, smiling happily, "Arnold, I haven’t forgotten, okay?"

Their first meeting was already six years ago.