Chapter 1745 - 1746: A Kind of Refinement

Slightly raising her head, Lin Xian smiled and said, "I've suddenly become interested in interior design. When we buy a villa in

Shanghai, we can design our own love nest. Isn't that romantic?"

Designing your own house is indeed very romantic.

Yan Xiaoman gazed at his side profile, her eyes overflowing with sweetness.

Zhou Hui was right; having such a romantic boyfriend makes a woman truly happy.

What she heard was simply about designing their own house,

but what other passengers, including the air stewardess, heard was about a villa in Shanghai.

In an instant, many passengers in the first-class cabin turned their eyes toward Lin Xian.

The air stewardess had actually noticed him when he first boarded the plane.

Although he wasn't wearing branded clothing, he exuded an air of sophistication and elegance.

Years of serving first-class passengers had given her a keen eye.

Coupled with the Vacheron Constantin watch on his wrist, everyone immediately understood.

Disturbed.

"Dear passengers, the plane is about to land. Please adjust your seats..."

They had arrived in Yang City.

Lin Xian closed his book, waiting for the plane to land.

After disembarking, they headed directly to the parking lot.

A wave of heat hit them instantly.

After the typhoon had passed, Yang City returned to high temperatures, turning the city into a huge steamer.

The heat wasn't just due to the high temperature;

with high humidity in the air, it felt muggy and hot. Without wind, one's skin would feel sticky within a minute.

Lin Xian was wearing a windbreaker and quickly broke out in a sweat.

Yan Xiaoman took off her coat and exclaimed, "Wow, is Yang City really this hot?"

Lin Xian nodded in agreement, "I wonder how people in Yang City endure the summer; do they just stay indoors?"

It was almost November, yet the temperature remained so high.

What a terrifying thought for July and August!

Fortunately, the hotel-arranged special car was right in front of them. Lin Xian pulled Yan Xiaoman quickly toward the Bentley.

Feeling the cool air conditioning inside the car brought them immediate relief.

The Bentley was not only comfortable, but its air conditioning was superb, just like a

mobile luxury suite.

The driver inquired, "Mr. Lin, should we go straight to the hotel now?"

Lin Xian thought for a moment, then replied, "Yes, to the hotel!"

The banquet was scheduled for six in the evening, and it was just approaching noon.

He planned to return to the hotel first, take a rest in the afternoon to recharge, and then enjoy the Imperial Banquet.

"Alright, Mr. Lin!"

The driver nodded, started the car, and steadily drove out of the parking lot.

Hearing this, Yan Xiaoman's eyes lit up with anticipation, "Lin Xian, is the surprise prepared for the hotel?"

"No, at six in the evening, you'll find out! Let's rest at the hotel for now!" Lin Xian

held her white tender hand and gently laughed.

Yan Xiaoman pouted and pleaded, "Darling, we've already arrived in Yang City, just tell me!"

She truly couldn't contain herself, curiosity gnawing at her heart like a little cat clawing

endlessly at her thoughts.

Lin Xian smiled silently.

Seeing this, Yan Xiaoman bit her lip, her expression somewhat struggling.

Finally, she leaned forward, her face flushing as she whispered something into Lin Xian's ear.

Hmm?

Lin Xian raised an eyebrow and asked in surprise, "Really?"

"Yes!"

Yan Xiaoman nodded shyly, even her ears started to blush.

Seeing her like this, Lin Xian smiled subtly and softly said four words: "Imperial Banquet!"

Imperial Banquet?

Yan Xiaoman was momentarily stunned, unable to immediately comprehend.

Seeing her blank reaction, Lin Xian chuckled, "Remember that crystal fish dish from before?"

If Lin Xian had mentioned Gao Jianxiang, she might not recall, but as soon as he mentioned the crystal fish dish, Yan Xiaoman immediately remembered.

For a little foodie, memories of delicious food are undoubtedly more vivid.

She regained her senses, full of surprise, "Did you really find Master Liao Jie?"

"Yes!"

Lin Xian nodded and explained, "Not only did I find him, but I also discovered he's a true heir to the Imperial Banquet, along with a series of intriguing things."

Pausing slightly, he held Yan Xiaoman's hand and continued, "I once said I'd bring you to taste the world's cuisines, right? So, I spent lavishly on ingredients for a special Imperial Banquet for us!"

Yan Xiaoman stared at him blankly, mist starting to rise in her eyes.

After a while, she suddenly leaned forward, wrapping her arms around Lin Xian's neck for a passionate kiss.

It took several minutes before they broke apart.

Yan Xiaoman gasped for air, and with emotion said, "You jerk! You're so good to me, making me unable to leave you!"

"Isn't that even better? We'll be together forever!"

Lin Xian placed his hand on her cheek, dotingly.

Yan Xiaoman pouted defiantly, "Humph, where did you learn these ways to woo a girl?"

Lin Xian laughed, "These things aren't learned; they're pure talent!"

Back at the hotel, the two had a casual lunch.

It's not that the food at the Yang City Shangri-La Hotel wasn't tasty, but the thought of the evening's Imperial Banquet left them with little appetite.

Especially Yan Xiaoman, who kept asking about the Imperial Banquet.

With no choice, Lin Xian took her to a spa, then the two relaxed entirely,

and returned to their room for a nap.

When they awoke, it was already five o'clock.

Hearing the incessant phone ringing on the bedside cabinet, Lin Xian rubbed himself awake and answered the call.

As soon as the call connected, Uncle Zhong's voice came through, "Mr. Lin, there's an hour until the banquet starts. When can you arrive?"

No matter the circumstances, Lin Xian was the protagonist for tonight's event.

Neither Uncle Zhong nor the current owner of Jirui Building could hold the forefront.

Without him, the Dragon Gate Banquet couldn't proceed!

Lin Xian replied, "Don't worry, Uncle Zhong, I'll be at Jirui Building in half an hour at most."

"Thank you, Mr. Lin. I won't disturb you any further."

Receiving Lin Xian's response, Uncle Zhong sighed with relief and quickly hung up the phone.

"Lin Xian, who was that?"

Yan Xiaoman squinted her eyes, nuzzling her head into his embrace, being adorable.

Lin Xian gave her a playful pinch and said, "Darling, let's get up to savor the Imperial Banquet!"

Imperial Banquet?

Hearing this, Yan Mann immediately opened her sleepy eyes, suddenly fully awake.

After the afternoon spa and nap, both were refreshed and full of vitality.

The only downside was being a bit hungry.

Especially when thinking of the Imperial Banquet, their hunger intensified.

After getting dressed and freshening up, Lin Xian took Yan Xiaoman to Jirui Building.

Jirui Building is quite famous in Yang City.

Whether under Uncle Zhong's period or now, it has remained so.

Though it changed hands twice, being Imperial Banquet heirs ensures the taste wouldn't disappoint.

Yet today, many diners found it curious.

Because a sign stood outside Jirui Building.

"Temporarily Closed Today!"

No renovations, no mishaps; why had it suddenly closed?

You should know, since its opening, the only time Jirui Building paused operations was during renovations 20 years ago.

For a while, many diners were in a heated discussion.

At that moment, a black Bentley slowly parked in front of Jirui Building.

As the driver opened the car door, Lin Xian and Yan Xiaoman elegantly stepped out.

Waiting at the entrance, Tang Ping immediately approached with a smile, "Mr. Lin, you're here!"