In the evening, Qi Zhenbai took his wife to the restaurant he had booked for dinner. This restaurant was very famous in the capital. It was a French restaurant. The decor and layout all had the characteristics of a foreign restaurant, and the design was very unique and romantic.
The young couple sat in a booth by the window. It was rare for Qi Zhenbai, this cold and inflexible man, to know how to be romantic. Chi Shuyan was in an especially good mood. While she might not be able to eat her fill in this restaurant, she never stopped smiling as she looked at the candlelight dinner.
"By the way, you remembered today is Valentine's Day?" She knew her man the best, and would acknowledge that he was a very reliable and outstanding husband who was good at everything, but who didn't have a romantic bone in his body.
