Chapter 8 An Unexpected Reunion


    Nino gets off work half an hour early and takes the metro straight to Upper Liqua Hotel International.


    It is unexpected that on entering the hotel she immediately sees that man she hasn’t seen for so many


    days, Yasin Jing.


    Today, this man looks slightly different than usual.


    Instead of that status-symbolizing big white coat, he wears a well-textured, deep-colored, check suit.


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    It is obvious the tailoring of the suites from the design of a famous foreignpany. The line of


    the suit perfectly shapes his lean and strong physique, thoroughly expressing a humble elegance on


    him.


    He crosses his legs,zily sits on the sofa, and looks far at the bustling city skyline outside the


    windows. The gaze of his eyes is further deepened.


    He seems to be waiting for someone.


    His slender fingers rhythmically tapping the table which indicates his patience is slowly wearing out.


    Nino is about to look away. Surprisingly, he looks to her direction.


    Their eyes sh directly. Nino’s panic is all of a sudden caught by him that not enough time is left to


    make the slightest adjustment.


    Nino takes a seat hastily with her back against him and takes a deep breath trying to calm her nerves a


    little.


    As she reaches into her bag of files and ns to call the client, but before she finds the file, the phone


    in the bag rings suddenly.


    Nino thinks it must be the client and hurries to turn on her phone.


    A nce of the caller ID on the phone has her dumbfounded.


    The caller ID shows a set of unknown numbers, which is not saved in her contact. But this set of


    numbersprised of those digits is like a knife carving in the depth of her soul. Even though 4 years


    have passed, it hasn’t been eroded away by time, it has be deeply memorized instead.


    This is the phone number of Yasin Jing, the same number from 4 years ago.


    But, how does he have her contact? Her number has been changed as early as when she left S City.


    Nino turns her head and looks to his direction. And he is also looking at her mildly, with his phone by


    his ear.


    Nino hesitates for a moment but presses the answer button after all.


    "Are you nning to discuss the n with me from across the tables?"


    Yasin Jing’s deep voice is inly and clearly expressed over the phone.


    "Huh?" Nino is puzzled.


    "Or we should just discuss it over the phone?"


    Nino suddenlyes back to her senses, hurries to open the client files, and pauses.


    Frustrated, she knocks on her dumb head and regrets a little at this point that she hasn’t read the


    client’s file earlier.


    "Miss Yin, you don’t even learn about the basic information of your clients in advance?" Obviously, he is


    unsatisfied with her approach to work.


    "My apologies." Nino apologizes immediately.


    Because she had to get off work half an hour early, the work on her hand was condensed. After she


    took over the file from the general director this afternoon, she hadn’t got time to skim it and had been


    busy until the moment she came here.


    "Doctor Jing, I’ll be right there."


    Nino finishes, hangs the phone, hastily picks up the files and walks towards the Yasin’s table, biting the


    bullet.


    She stands by Yasin’s table.


    "Hello, Doctor Jing."


    She greets Yasin professionally, perfectly distanced and extremely formal, "My apologies. I didn’t know


    it was you."


    Yasin Jing, his legs crossed siting therezily and his deep eyes falling on Nino’s serene visage,


    exins tastelessly, "I also came to know only half an hour ago."


    Nino smiles slightly, pushes the files in her hand over before Yasin, cuts to the chase, "Dr Jing, do you


    have any specific requirement for your house design? You may have a look here. These are all the


    decoration design themes. Let me know if there’s any particr one that suits your taste."


    Yasin, his eye lids raised, doesn’t look at the file she hands over, "I’m hungry. Let’s eat first."


    Nino pauses for half a second, smiles in relief, and withdraws the files in her hand, "Sorry, forgive me


    for being impolite."


    In fact, she isn’t like this usually. Usually, when she discusses ns with clients, she always


    remembers small talks to say some pleasant words and slowly starts the topic. But, not with Yasin Jing,


    she only impatiently wants to get to the point and finishes this meeting with the shortest time.


    "Waiter!"


    Yasin asks for the waiter, "Order."


    Soon, the waiteres with the menus, one for each. Nino takes it but doesn’t order anything. Yasin


    orders himself unconcernedly, "a beef stew in red wine, a vegie chicken skewers, a dish of small


    potatoes in gravy, a French cream cauliflower soup, and one desert red wine poached apples with


    cinnamon. That’s all."


    He neatly and elegantly makes the order, closes the menu, and hands back to the waiter. From start to


    finish, he hasn’t asked any opinion of Nino on the other side.


    "Mr. Jing, that’s a lot of food. Can we two finish them?" Finally, Nino puts forth a dissent, showing her


    frugality.


    Yasin merely looks up without answering her dissent.


    Nino shuts up ordingly.


    Soon, the food arrives. The overflowing fragrance makes Nino feel a little hungry. As she picks up the


    chopsticks about to eat, she sees that Yasin doesn’t want to eat at all. She can’t help but ask, "Aren’t


    you hungry? Why don’t you eat?"


    "I don’t want to eat yet. You go ahead."


    He replies mildly, with his eyes looking out the windows, no longer saying anything.