Holding Hands and Getting Closer
Lin Jiao hesitated for a moment before slowly placing her hand on his palm and holding it tightly.
She pressed against his arm and took a step under his lead. The moment she stepped onto the glass floor, her body stiffened.
“Do you know where that painting came from?” Pei Zhi raised his chin at the wall on the left, trying to divert her attention.
“I do.” Lin Jiao was very interested in paintings.
Although she was not talented in that aspect, she liked going to galleries to appreciate paintings.
When she talked about this topic, her fear was obviously reduced.
Pei Zhi held her hand and helped her cross the glass floor. Only when the waiter came over did he let go of his hand.
While waiting for Lin Jiao to finish ordering, he asked, “Whose work do you like the most?”
“Claude Monet.” Lin Jiao moved the chair forward. “He has a particularly good grasp of the changes in light and color.”
Pei Zhi did not know much about Claude Monet.
“Um, I admire his perseverance.”
“Me too!”
Lin Jiao felt like she had found a soulmate.
She expressed her admiration for Monet with an enthusiastic gaze and said with a sigh, “It’s a pity I haven’t seen his real work.”
“I think he has some of his work sitting at the Musée d’Orsay. Shall we go together sometime?”
“In Paris?”
“Yes.” Pei Zhi looked into her clear eyes and could tell that she was seriously considering it.
Lin Jiao rested her chin on her hand. ��When do you have time?”
“It’ll be in November at the earliest.” Pei Zhi was not like those CEOs on television who could take long vacations at will.
He had a lot to think about. Even when taking vacation, he still needed to spend time arranging everything.
“Then let’s set it in November.” Lin Jiao was overjoyed at the thought of seeing Monet’s real work with her own eyes.
Just as Pei Zhi was thinking about how to create beautiful memories that only belonged to the two of them, he was pulled back to reality.
“It just so happens that Yilan wants to go to Paris too.”
Pei Zhi was speechless.
It seemed like he had to think of a way to ‘deal’ with that annoying niece first.
Pei Zhi picked up his knife and fork and cut the foie gras that the waiter had just served. He pushed it in front of her. “Try it.”
Lin Jiao’s appetite was aroused.
During this meal, she ate much more than usual.
“Do you want to eat anything else?”
“I can’t eat anymore.”
Pei Yuan chuckled. “Alright.” He stood up and walked to her side. “Do you want me to hold your hand?”
Lin Jiao was stunned. “What?”
Pei Zhi reached out a hand. “What do you think?”
Lin Jiao reacted and held the hand without hesitation, walking to the glass floor with him.
She still did not dare to look down. “Uncle.”
“Yes, I’m here.”
“I might have eaten too much. My legs are weak.”
The moment she said that, Pei Zhi recalled how drunk she looked that day at the bar.
“Do you want me to give you a piggyback?”
“No.” She was afraid the glass wouldn’t hold the weight of two people. “Just hold my shoulder and walk faster.”
Pei Zhi listened to her.
He held her shoulders and pulled her into his arms like she was a treasure while quickening his pace.