57 The Vice President is Secretly a Sadist 9 (1/2)

Yao Heyan first brought her shopping before going to a restaurant. After all, any restaurant that they would go too would definitely have a formal dress code.

The dress that Yin Mei chose this time wasn't red, but a peacock emerald color. Although Yin Mei liked red, He Lanying was more suited to these deeper and darker jewel tones. Green and blues especially suited her very well, enhancing her dignified air. The dress was made out of a velvet material, with a collar around her neck and a V-line, her back revealed and the tight skirt stopping just above her knees.

Yao Heyan also took the liberty of buying a dark green suit to wear. Although it wasn't custom fitted, it still managed to look good, and clung to his figure just right. The two headed to a luxurious restaurant in town, one located on one of the top floors of the top hotel, Regalia.

(A/N: just came up with something random, don't know if there's actually a hotel called this)

”You don't need to come in with us,” Yin Mei said to her chauffeur cum bodyguard before he went to go park the car, and went with Yao Heyan to the restaurant.

Actually, this date was also in part Yao Heyan trying to claim that He Lanying was his woman. The customers of this restaurant were all members of the upper class, of which had a fairly small social circle. In other words, if the two of them appeared together here, the result would be rumors quickly spreading to the rest of the wealthy families.

Lately, Yao Heyan was feeling more and more that if he took his eyes off Yin Mei for a single moment, then she would disappear. He felt that he had to quickly make her his, or he would lose the chance forever.

He subtly placed one hand on her waist and held her other hand as he guided her, a smile on his face.

Yin Mei didn't seem to realize anything, simply looking forward to the good food. Although normally this restaurant would be only be available by reservation, both He Lanying and Yao Heyan were VIP customers and granted priority seating. Plus, Yao Heyan had specifically chosen a restaurant that he knew would have available seats at this time.

They were quickly guided to their tables, with a few people recognizing their identities and whispering to themselves. After all, it was well known that the He family and Rong families were in negotiations for an engagement between their eldest daughter and son respectively, but He Lanying had actually come to the restaurant accompanied only by the second son of the Yao family? It was quite obvious that they were on a date, and were even wearing outfits with matching colors.

This was juicy gossip that they would have to tell all their friends as soon as possible!

Yao Heyan pulled out the chair for Yin Mei, who sat and the waiter pulled the chair out for Yao Heyan before handing over the menu to the two of them. He spouted a couple of recommendations before taking his leave.

”Is there anything that you particularly like?” Yao Heyan asked, as he looked over the menu. It was a French-style restaurant, and Yin Mei put on a difficult expression.

She firmly said, ”Pasta,” as she seriously considered each and every pasta dish on the menu. Yao Heyan smiled, thinking that this serious expression of Yin Mei's was really cute. Pasta was one of her favorite foods, and it was just so hard to decide which was better. In the end, she chose a dish with green noodles and a ground duck sauce.

As for Yao Heyan, seeing that Yin Mei had such difficulty deciding on what pasta dish she wanted, he also chose a different pasta dish so that they could share. It was a lobster pasta that was one of the more expensive dishes on the menu.

The waiter poured them two glasses of the house wine, while Yin Mei asked for a glass of iced water. Yao Heyan took note that including the wine, she also hadn't seemed to like the champagne for last night's dance either.

”You don't like alcohol?” Yao Heyan asked, while they patiently waited for the food to come out.

Yin Mei shook her head no. Champagne was still okay since it didn't really have the bitter taste of alcohol, but it was slightly sour, which she didn't like, and also carbonated... which she also didn't like.Yin Mei looked down, playing with the napkin on the table. ”Uhm...” She glanced up, wanting to say something, but stopped in her tracks when her eyes met Yao Heyan's.

She always felt like she was missing something, when they spoke.

Even though Yao Heyan appeared similar to the demon king and the zombie emperor, because of the drastic differences in temperament, Yin Mei never thought the two were the same. But whenever she thought this, for some reason, a small part of her told her she was wrong.

”What is it?” Yao Heyan asked, tilting his head.

Why can't I remember? What happened that made me forget...? Such thoughts whirled through her head. She knew there was an important reason why she forgot, and why she didn't want to remember. But she also knew that along with the memories she didn't want to remember, she had forgotten something that was very important to her in the process.

”I feel like... I'm forgetting something important.” Yin Mei finally couldn't help but say, tapping the water glass with her fork as she looked away. ”Something very important, but very painful.” She added on in a softer voice.

Yao Heyan tilted his head. He always had a sort of similar feeling, as well. It was similar, but slightly different? He wondered if they were perhaps lovers in a past life, haha. Admittedly though, he didn't even know how he had fallen for He Lanying, and it had seemed so sudden and quick as well.

And there was that ancient hanfu too. Yao Heyan had never believed in that sort of thing before, but could it really be they knew each other in another life?

”Maybe we knew each other in a past life?” He asked in a joking tone, but Yin Mei froze in place.

”What did you say?” She asked, and Yao Heyan looked at her slightly confused.

”Maybe we knew each other in a past life?” He still repeated it, wondering if he had said something so odd.

Yin Mei felt that this was familiar. This was really familiar. Hadn't he said something like this before? When was it? When had he said it?

She winced, her hand flying up to her head as a sharp pain assaulted it. Don't remember. Don't remember it. All you'll find is pain there.

”Are you alright?” Yao Heyan said as he saw the expression of pain flash across Yin Mei's face. Could he have said something wrong? But how could it have made her feel pain?

”I'm fine,” Yin Mei said, the pain fading as she put her hand down, her expression also smoothening out and returning to normal. Alright, she decided that she wouldn't try and force it. The present was more important than the past anyways. If she couldn't remember... then so be it.

In the end, Yao Heyan steered the conversation away from that topic in fear that Yin Mei would find it painful again, and they talked about unimportant stuff, discussing the gossip in the upper class, or their student council duties.

When the pasta arrived, Yin Mei thoroughly enjoyed it, along with Yao Heyan's pasta. More murmurs came from some of the other customers witnessing this lovey dovey scene of Yao Heyan feeding Yin Mei his pasta.