This time, he didn’t answer and simply turned to leave. The Tokyo National Museum was his first stop, reportedly housing over 90,000 art treasures, and he needed to make the most of his time appreciating them.
Unperturbed by being ignored, Lin Qianzhu was more interested in his deep, pleasant voice, like a cool stream in a hot summer day – too bad she wouldn’t get to hear it again.
“Huh?” She seemed to have stepped on something, bent down to pick it up, and patted the footprint on the notebook, with a bold inscription on the cover reading “Feng Shaohao”.
It belonged to the man who had dialed her wrong that night. Could it be such a coincidence? That night, he had left her with a unique impression, so she had remembered his name.
Curious, Lin Qianzhu flipped through the notebook, discovering he had registered stays at hotels in Tokyo, San Francisco… all world-renowned establishments.
They must be the same person! She looked up and saw he had already hailed another taxi.
“National Museum,” Feng Shaohao, proficient in multiple languages, easily spoke Japanese.
“Certainly,” the driver was about to step on the gas.
Lin Qianzhu immediately opened the car door and sat inside, breathless and smiling, “Hi! We meet again.”
Feng Shaohao was surprised she had followed him, recognizing the notebook in her hand, and opened his palm to take it back, “Thank you.”
“No problem. Where are you planning to sightsee?” She hugged the notebook, showing no intention of returning it.
Facing her up close, he noticed her smiling, rosy cheeks looked even more beautiful than before. While being stunned, he also felt an inexplicable discomfort – a feeling he had never experienced before.
He frowned, disliking his uncontrollable emotions, “Please return the notebook and don’t delay my schedule.”
“Don’t be so distant. We’re friends, oh… I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Cindy from San Francisco.” Lin Qianzhu remembered how kind he had been that night.
Feng Shaohao was extremely surprised, “Worldwide?”
“Yes, phone number jump,” she smiled sweetly.
The driver interjected, “Sorry, are you together? To the National Museum?”
“Yes!” Though she didn’t understand the location, she nodded vigorously and responded simply in Japanese. Ha! Traveling with a companion feels great.
“Crybaby operator?” His tone was full of surprise, hardly believing the world could be so small.
