mesbooks Chapter 141 Together for a Lifetime
Chapter 141 Together for a Lifetime
The morning mist in Hong Kong had not yet dissipated, but the skyscrapers in Central were already bathed in a clear sunlight.
The Rolls-Royce came to a smooth stop in front of the GRAFF store. The black car door was opened by a waiter, and Meng Jiangyu got out of the car first. He turned around and naturally took Shen Qingyao's hand, his fingertips casually hooking between her fingers, with his usual composure.
The store's glass doors slid open silently, and warm yellow light, mixed with the cool glow of diamonds, rushed in.
The man walking towards me was dressed in a suit and tie, with a respectful expression; he was none other than Leo, the president of GRAFF Greater China.
Leo stepped forward and shook hands with Meng Jiangyu. When his gaze swept over their clasped hands, a hint of understanding appeared in his smile: "Mr. Meng, your custom-made wedding rings are ready."
Meng Jiangyu nodded slightly, his tone so indifferent that it revealed no emotion: "Thank you for your trouble."
The waiter led the two to their seats and served them warm black tea.
Leo personally took the wedding rings out of the safe. The platinum band had a matte, cool white finish and featured a Möbius strip design. The woman's ring was adorned with a circle of small diamonds, and the inner side of the band was engraved with their initials, simple yet perfectly balanced.
Meng Jiangyu took Shen Qingyao's hand, his fingertips gently stroking her slender middle finger, and removed the pigeon blood red ring. A faint smile appeared in his eyes: "I know you don't like things to be too flashy, so I had a simple pair of rings made for you to wear every day."
"it is good."
He picked up the women's ring very gently, the warmth of his fingertips passing through the ring.
Leo stood aside, wisely keeping quiet and watching the scene unfold.
The bustling traffic outside the window was blurred into flowing light and shadow through a layer of glass. Inside the shop, the rich aroma of black tea and the subtle glimmer of diamonds filled the air. It was so quiet that only the two of them remained, silently exchanging tender feelings.
Meng Jiangyu extended his hand, smiling as he gestured to Shen Qingyao.
Shen Qingyao picked up the men's ring, took Meng Jiangyu's hand, and gently stroked his middle finger with her fingertips, a smile spreading across her eyes: "Perfect husband vibe."
Shen Qingyao looked at the ring on her hand; its matte finish made her hands appear even whiter.
He actually took her preferences to heart, even remembering her casual remark that "diamond rings are too flashy and inconvenient to wear every day."
Looking through the glass at the accessories in the display case, Meng Jiangyu noticed that Shen Qingyao liked the bows and butterfly motifs.
Leo immediately took out the latest seasonal styles. "Ms. Shen, these are all the latest seasonal styles. Please take a look and see if there's anything you like."
Shen Qingyao looked at the bow-shaped jewelry; it was simple, elegant, and suitable for everyday wear.
Shen Qingyao selected a few items and showed them to Meng Jiangyu, who praised them enthusiastically.
As the two left the store, Meng Jiangyu naturally took Shen Qingyao's hand, while the sales associate followed behind with more than a dozen gift boxes, which were then placed in the trunk of the Rolls-Royce.
Shen Qingyao looked down at her clasped hands. The platinum ring on her ring finger was pressed against her palm, cool to the touch, yet exuding a comforting warmth.
"Do you like it?" he asked, looking down. His voice was low, and though it mingled with the noise of the Central streets, it clearly reached her ears.
Shen Qingyao didn't speak, but simply nodded slightly, a faint blush creeping up her earlobes.
Seeing this, Meng Jiangyu's smile deepened. He tightened his grip on her hand and walked unhurriedly toward the car.
"Where are we going now?" Shen Qingyao looked up at Meng Jiangyu.
"Let's go to a restaurant for lunch now, then I'll go shopping with you in the afternoon, and we'll ride the Ferris wheel tonight," Meng Jiangyu arranged their itinerary.
"Why did you think of riding the Ferris wheel with me?" Shen Qingyao asked curiously.
"Jason said little girls love riding Ferris wheels," Meng Jiangyu replied truthfully.
"Yes, I love it, but I've never ridden it before." Shen Qingyao said excitedly, "I heard that if couples kiss when the Ferris wheel reaches the top, they'll stay together forever."
"Although I don't believe in this, I'm willing to go with you." Meng Jiangyu led Shen Qingyao into the car.
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As dusk settled over the Central skyline, the Rolls-Royce came to a steady stop beneath the Ferris wheel.
The evening breeze carried the salty, damp scent of Victoria Harbour, brushing against Shen Qingyao's hair that hung down her shoulders.
Meng Jiangyu led her onto the Ferris wheel. The cabin slowly rose, and the city lights gradually unfolded into a flowing golden river.
Meng Jiangyu didn't speak, but simply took her hand into his own and gently stroked her ring with his fingertips.
Shen Qingyao turned her head to look at him. The contours of his profile appeared exceptionally soft in the flickering light. The sharpness between his brows, which was usually present, was completely gone, leaving only a nonchalant tenderness.
She was engrossed in watching when Meng Jiangyu said in a low voice with a hint of a smile, "Baby, we're almost at the top."
Shen Qingyao subconsciously looked up and met his unfathomable eyes.
It held the entire night view of Hong Kong Island, and her clear silhouette.
A breeze slipped in through the half-open window, making her ears burn. Just as she was about to turn her face away, he gently pulled her wrist, and she bumped into his arms.
His palm rested on the back of her neck, the pressure gentle yet allowing no escape.
The air around me was filled with the crisp scent of cedar hues emanating from him, mixed with a faint hint of tobacco—a scent unique to Meng Jiangyu.
Shen Qingyao's heartbeat suddenly became disordered, like the surface of a harbor being disturbed by the wind.
He leaned down, and she could clearly see his long, thick eyelashes casting a small shadow under his eyes.
The distance between them gradually shortened, and his warm breath brushed against her lips. There was no eager plundering, only gentle probing.
When his lips touched hers, Shen Qingyao's eyelashes trembled, like a startled butterfly.
Meng Jiangyu's kiss was light, patiently tracing her back, his fingertips slowly sliding down her spine, finally stopping at her waist, pulling her even tighter into his arms.
In the distance, Victoria Harbour shimmered, and the light and shadow of the Ferris wheel flowed slowly across their overlapping figures.
Shen Qingyao closed her eyes, raised her hands to hug his neck, and heard her heartbeat overlap with his, each beat clearer and hotter than the last.
Only when the ferry's horn sounded in the distance did Meng Jiangyu slowly step back a little, his fingertips gently tracing the corner of her reddened lips, a deep smile in his eyes.
"Baby," he whispered, "we'll be together forever."
The evening breeze slipped through the window cracks, carrying his voice, which landed on Shen Qingyao's burning ear tips, lingering for a long time.