Chapter 45: Who Did He Come Here With?

In truth, she was quite bothered by Leng Mohan’s cold and indifferent attitude toward his rejection of her. She couldn’t quite put her finger on the feeling, only that it weighed heavily on her chest, making her restless.

“What is this?” Lin Yan asked casually, thinking he wouldn’t know what she was referring to.

“It’s bamboo,” Leng Mohan replied nonchalantly.

“Ah, does bamboo bloom too?” Lin Yan asked in surprise.

“Yes, but it’s said to bloom only once every few decades,” Leng Mohan said as he casually picked up a bite from the small dish in front of Lin Yan.

“Once every few decades? That must be incredibly rare. It’s a pity we live in the city. If we were in the countryside, I’d definitely plant a few bamboo stalks just to see them bloom,” Lin Yan murmured to herself, then took a bite of the dish. She was suddenly taken aback.

This restaurant’s food was not just good—it was comparable to dishes made by royal chefs. The dishes she ordered were ones she ate frequently and had tasted in many other restaurants, even dishes often cooked by Zhang Ma at home, yet none could compare to this place. The flavors were exquisite, the ingredients perfectly tender, and everything suited her palate.

Unable to resist, Lin Yan took another bite. Suddenly, she recalled the manager who had asked Leng Mohan if he still frequented the Snowfall Residence when they first arrived. That Snowfall Residence must be the private room he usually stayed in, right?

Who was he with? Could it be Ziyan?

Whoever it was, he had brought others countless times before, yet today was the first time he had brought her here. The thought made her heart ache painfully.

Setting down her chopsticks, Lin Yan stood up. “I’m full. You can eat some more if you want, but I’m leaving now.”

“Eating so little? Don’t you like the taste?” Leng Mohan asked.

Lin Yan glanced around the elegant private room—everything was exactly as she liked—but she no longer wished to dine here, never again at this place he often visited with others.

“I don’t like this restaurant,” Lin Yan said quietly.

Leng Mohan nodded and put down his chopsticks. “I’ll go with you.”

He called a waiter over, signed the bill, and took the car keys, leaving with Lin Yan.

“Oh my, rich people really are different—such expensive dishes, and they barely ate a bite,” a passing waiter mumbled in disbelief as they cleared the table.

Lin Yan could clearly hear the conversation in the corridor and felt a faint blush rise to her cheeks. She was never one to waste food, but lately, things just felt off.

After leaving Moonlit Bay, Lin Yan headed straight to Huayu Shopping Center, where she frequently bought clothes. The items there were not overly luxurious, but neither were they cheap. Perhaps for other wives of wealthy men it seemed somewhat modest, but to Lin Yan, it was more than enough.

After getting out of the car, Lin Yan and Leng Mohan entered the mall, walking one after the other. Though they entered together, it seemed as if strangers did, never exchanging a word.

It wasn’t that they didn’t want to speak; rather, they simply didn’t know what to say. This was the first time in two years they had gone shopping together. Previously, Lin Yan rarely accompanied Leng Mohan. Even if they had to attend social events together, he prepared the formalwear in advance, with someone sent to fit her personally.

Scenes like this—shopping together—would be pleasant and heartwarming for most couples, but for Lin Yan and Leng Mohan, it was painfully awkward.

The upcoming event Lin Yan had to attend wasn’t very formal, so there was no need to dress extravagantly. Upon entering the mall, she went straight to her usual stores, picking out a bright red dress and a black shawl. Just as she was about to pay, Leng Mohan stopped her.