Chapter 579: Chapter 666: Whoever Performs Best Gets to Drink
Hearing her say this, Shi Yu narrowed his eyes, "Hmm?"
"There are so many people with the surname Shen, but I’m the only one called Chengzi."
Why tattoo a Shen instead of Cheng?
Shi Yu lowered his head and leaned in a bit closer, his lips curling up teasingly, "Do you know why?"
Shen Cheng looked up at him, "Why what?"
"Why I would tattoo Shen."
Shen Cheng frowned slightly, "Why?"
Shi Yu slowly raised his hand, gently tapping the location of his heart, his eyes full of doting and tenderness: "Because Cheng is in the heart."
Shen Cheng was slightly stunned, more or less shocked by his words.
Because she was in his heart.
These words were the most beautiful love declaration she had ever heard.
Shen on his body, Cheng in his heart. Thus, she, Shen Cheng, was deeply engraved in his body and heart in such a manner.
Shi Yu pulled her into his embrace, circling her waist from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder, and playing with her hair with his distinct fingers, he blew a breath of warm air by her ear: "I want your name, you yourself, and your heart, all of it."
Shen Cheng quietly leaned against his chest, gazing at the night outside the window, without saying a word.
Suddenly she realized, if there came a day when she left him, she might not be able to go on living.
She didn’t know when, but he had become her rib, and without the support of that rib, she would die.
Thinking about it now, she actually felt a bit scared.
It wasn’t the fear of death that scared her, but the prospect of dying without him by her side.
"Hungry?"
Just as Shen Cheng was lost in thought looking outside, a deep and magnetic voice sounded in her ear, bringing back her thoughts.
She turned her head to look at Shi Yu and nodded lightly: "Yes, hungry."
"Hmm, let’s go downstairs to eat."
Downstairs, the servant had already prepared the dinner, laid out on the dining table.
Shi Yu led Shen Cheng downstairs, entered the dining room, and pressing her shoulder, he seated her and said: "Wait for me."
Before Shen Cheng could react, he turned and walked out.
The servant came forward to light the candles on the dining table, turned off the lights with Shen Cheng’s permission, and then each withdrew from the dining hall.
The feeble flame burned, emitting a dim yellow light.
Shen Cheng sat in front of the dinner table, idly poking at the steak on her plate with a fork.
Over and over, until the steak was unrecognizable, she finally stopped her handiwork and put down the knife and fork.
She checked the wall clock; it was nine-thirty, she had been sitting here waiting for fifteen minutes now.
At that moment, a tall figure appeared at the entrance of the dining hall, then strode in, stopping in front of Shen Cheng.
Shen Cheng looked up, a bunch of white roses appeared before her, waves of fresh fragrance wafting into her nostrils, especially pleasant.
She reached out to hold the roses, moved them aside, and then knitted her brows, looking up at the man in front of her, "When did you buy these?"
Shi Yu didn’t answer her question, but instead placed a bottle of alcohol on the dining table.
It was Vodka.
He had gone out just now to retrieve wine from the cellar and also to get the flowers from the car.
Seeing the alcohol, Shen Cheng could hardly care when the flowers were bought, her gaze locking onto the bottle, her eyes greedily narrowing: "Who’s drinking?"
Shi Yu pulled out a chair and sat down, giving her a sidelong glance with a half-smile: "Whoever behaves gets to drink."
Shen Cheng scowled.
Whoever behaves gets to drink?
Meaning, was this bottle actually prepared for her?