When Love Turns the Tables: The Mysterious Husband's Chase-Chapter 518: I Went Crazy for You in Paris (Part 8)

Su Anle had been keeping her head down just now, not paying any attention to the person serving the dishes. Now, hearing the voice, the clear and precise Mandarin, a voice she couldn’t be more familiar with, she suddenly looked up.

Sheng Jianan was wearing a waiter’s uniform, a smile on his face, looking as if he was there to serve her.

His appearance was too striking, even if no one recognized who he was, he still became the focus of the restaurant. Su Anle glanced around, then lowered her voice: "What kind of madness is this?"

Sheng Jianan cooperatively lowered his voice when speaking: "Quick, try it. I made it. It won’t taste good when it’s cold."

Su Anle was speechless, while Sheng Jianan had already straightened up, gave her the most standard waiter’s posture, then turned and left.

Su Anle stared at his back for a few seconds, increasingly feeling that her previous judgment was correct, this man must be crazy, actually pretending to be a waiter himself.

Seeing that Sheng Jianan seemed like he wasn’t coming back, Su Anle silently picked up her chopsticks, eating slowly. She hadn’t ordered much, and the taste Sheng Jianan made was also very good; she was almost done in no time.

Having sipped two mouthfuls of soup, Su Anle had just put down her chopsticks when the person across from her returned.

By now Sheng Jianan had changed out of the previous waiter’s uniform, the top two buttons of his shirt were undone, giving him a somewhat unruly look.

"You..."

"Finished eating?"

Before Su Anle could say anything, Sheng Jianan already interrupted her.

Su Anle nodded: "Almost." 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

Sheng Jianan looked around the surroundings, then slowly stood up, standing beside Su Anle, his tall body blocking her view from the outside world: "Ready?"

"For what?"

Sheng Jianan had a playful smile on his lips, and the next second he suddenly reached out, grabbed Su Anle’s wrist, and dashed outside.

Su Anle, at first, didn’t react, stumbled a few steps, and when she realized what he was doing, her steps matched his pace.

The two of them seemed to be running with all their might, at least Su Anle was, along the not-so-wide streets, dodging the people going against them, then turning into a side street, running with twists and turns.

Sweat gradually appeared on Su Anle’s body, but her steps showed no sign of slowing down.

A smile appeared on her face; she finally understood why when leaving, Sheng Jianan asked if she had shoes suitable for exercise.

Why he wouldn’t let her carry a bag, turns out everything was leading up to this moment.

Finished eating and didn’t pay, just ran with her.

It’s immoral, but it’s an extraordinary experience. Su Anle silently apologized to the restaurant owner in her heart, but she still liked the feeling, liked the way Sheng Jianan held her hand and ran wildly.

Young Master Sheng, actually dined and dashed, even bringing her with him.

He’s truly gone mad, and she has too. They’ve both gone mad.

After running for a long time, Sheng Jianan led her through a small alley and directly to the bank of the Seine River. Sheng Jianan stopped first, and Su Anle also stopped, hands resting on her knees, gasping for breath.

Sweat was also on Sheng Jianan’s forehead; they were both exhausted, yet both wore smiles.

"Are you... are you crazy? Running off to be a chef and then running after eating?"

Sheng Jianan grinned smugly: "It’s rare to act crazy, it feels amazing."

Yes, he had gone mad.

Sheng Jianan looked at Su Anle, here I am in Paris, going crazy for you.