John's eyes flickered slightly. "Well, you've been taking the test for so long, you must be tired. Let me take you out for dinner."
"Great!" Diana's eyes lit up. She was always up for a good meal.
Seeing the little girl's expectant look, John's eyes softened instantly. He hoped she wouldn't be disappointed with dinner tonight.
The car drove through half of Cloud City and arrived at an elegant French restaurant. Diana walked in and looked at the empty hall, puzzled. "Did you book the whole place?"
"Mm-hmm," John replied. This restaurant was already under his control. To avoid being disturbed, he ordered it closed for the day and carefully prepared a romantic dinner and music.
The two sat facing each other, and Diana looked at John's handsome face, secretly rubbing her hands, feeling a bit nervous.
What's going on here? Is he going to propose in such a romantic and quiet atmosphere? But wait, they're already engaged!
Diana pinched her thigh. What was she even thinking?
The manager stood by and opened a bottle of red wine for the two of them.
Just as he was about to pour wine for Diana, he heard John say in a calm tone, "Give her a juice instead."
He had thought it through and knew Diana had an exam tomorrow, so it was best not to drink.
However, the manager's heart was exceptionally complicated.
Since Diana came in, he had noticed that she was carrying a bag and looked young, like a student.
Now, not allowing her to drink, it seemed that she really was underage...
"Mr. Matthews, you...this is illegal!" thought the manager.
The manager silently withdrew and was about to get Diana some juice.
But he saw her hug her wine glass tightly, "John, let me taste a little bit, the alcohol content is not high!"
Seeing her so interested, John couldn't bear to refuse.
He nodded, "Okay."
The manager sighed in his heart.
Okay, Mr. Matthews had another offense, giving alcohol to a minor.
The dishes were served one by one.
Compared to last time at Cuisine Tower, the dishes this time were very delicate and exquisite.
Diana touched her chin and fell into deep thought.
According to the novels and TV dramas, at this point, John might have hidden a gift in these desserts.
The thought of this made Diana inexplicably excited.
But she had to be careful, in case she choked and the surprise turned into a scare.
With that in mind, Diana straightened up and picked up a pudding, eating it slowly.
However, even when she finished it, she didn't see any surprises.
Not in here?
Diana quickly ate several desserts.
Yet, she didn't find anything.
For a moment, her mood became a little low, and she banged her wine glass with a sigh.
Okay, she had been overthinking.
John noticed that Diana looked unenthusiastic and her beautiful phoenix eyes flickered slightly. He wondered if he should say something to cheer her up and quickly remembered a note he had made earlier.
He said, "little girl..."
Hearing this deep voice calling her, Diana quickly lifted her eyes and met John's beautiful gaze, causing her heart to skip a beat. Was he going to confess his feelings to her?
"You look very pretty today," John said.
Diana was confused. She looked down at her outfit, which consisted of denim shorts and a white t-shirt. She had not paid attention while eating lunch and had accidentally spilled some soup on her shirt. Did he like this kind of outfit?
"Was I not pretty before?" Diana asked, puzzled.
"You were pretty before too," John said after a pause, feeling that something was not quite right. He thought that girls usually felt happy when they received compliments, but this didn't seem to be the case.
"Do you think I look better in this outfit?" Diana asked, still unsure.
John was stumped by the question. He didn't know how to answer it.
For a moment, there was an awkward silence between them. John tried to regain his composure and offered her a piece of beef.
"Try it," he said.
Diana looked at him suspiciously as she took the fork from him. "John, is something bothering you? You seem a little off today."
"No, nothing's bothering me," John replied in a low voice.
He was not good with words and didn't know how to comfort a girl. He just wanted to get closer to her.
However, he seemed to have messed up this time. In an instant, a feeling of frustration he had never felt before grew in his heart.
He raised his head slightly and saw Diana sipping her wine while gazing at the pianist in the center of the room with a look of enchantment in her eyes.
"Is it beautiful?" John asked, his eyes flickering slightly.
"Yes, it's Franz Liszt's 'Dream of Love'. He plays it well," Diana replied, propping up her chin.
She thought that she played it better and that he had handled some parts too flatly.
At that moment, John's eyes flickered slightly again, and he suddenly stood up.
Diana was bewildered, but she saw John walking towards the piano, and the pianist stood up and left, allowing John to sit down at the piano.
Was John going to play the piano for her?
Diana tightened her grip on her wine glass, and the soft light overhead gently illuminated John's tall and slender figure, revealing his handsome side profile, causing her heart to race.
This scene reminded Diana of the first time she met John.
She was only six years old at the time.
While her mother was chatting with Mr. Harrison Matthews, she ran around aimlessly and accidentally bumped into John's piano room.
She was immediately attracted to this exquisite little boy.
But at that time, there was a hint of coldness in the young boy, even his piano playing was somewhat disordered...
John's slender index finger pressed down on the keys, and a beautiful and melodious piano sound flowed out from his fingertips.
Diana's thoughts were instantly pulled back.
She held a glass of wine, squinted her eyes, and stared at John tightly.
She didn't know if she had drunk too much or if he was just too charming at the moment.
The more she looked, the more she couldn't take her eyes off him.
Everything around her seemed to have nothing to do with her, and her heart and eyes were filled with this man.
Finally, John ended the piece perfectly.
"It's beautiful!" Diana looked at him, her eyes sparkling.
John just got closer and saw her hiccup.
Had she drunk too much?
He looked at the remaining half bottle of wine with some confusion.
Could this little girl be drunk with just half a bottle of wine?
He had no opportunity to dine with Diana before and was unaware of her drinking capacity.
"You play so well, much better than that pianist!" Diana's eyes were shining, and her cheeks had two obvious blushes, "And you're much more handsome than him too!"
"Is that so?" John was pleased to hear her praise, but Diana continued, "But I still play better than you. Let me show you!"
With that, she put her wine glass on the table with a clang and walked towards the piano.
The little girl wants to play for herself?
John sat at the table, his eyes slightly dimmed.
Since their first meeting, this was the first time she had played in front of him.
At this moment, Diana had already walked to the piano, she straightened her clothes, sat down elegantly and gracefully.
The soft light above her head fell on her face, casting a faint halo.
John held his glass tightly, feeling his heart rate quickening. He couldn't help but think of the first time he met Diana.
It was his birthday, but no one seemed to care except his grandfather who was forgetful due to old age. His father was not interested in celebrating his special day.
Feeling down, he went to the music room and started playing the piano by himself. That was when Diana came in.
She was a small, delicate girl, with pink cheeks and two braids that made her look like a porcelain doll. When she saw John's gloomy expression, instead of being frightened like others would, she climbed onto a stool, stood up straight, and said, "Dude, that song is not played like that!"
Then, to John's surprise, the little girl sat down and, with a serious look on her face, pressed her small fingers on the piano keys. She played the same song that John had been playing, but her version was much more peaceful and graceful. Each note seemed to touch his heart.
As he looked at the chubby face of the little girl, his once-angry heart calmed down with the sound of the piano.
Now, sitting in a chair, John snapped back to the present. He crossed his long, straight legs casually and stared intently at Diana in front of him. What surprise would she give him today?