It was a romantic dinner.
In the elegant dining room, people were talking in low voices. In addition to the piano music, there was only the slight sound of tableware rubbing against plates. As long as you ate here, you would have to use tableware to cut something. This was an unavoidable sound, although everyone tried their best to avoid it.
In such an environment, even if one were to sit in the hall, it would give one a natural feeling of isolation from the other tables.
Each table was a small space, which could only accommodate the people at the table.
Some petals, red tablecloths, and some exquisite tableware on the table made people feel romantic even if Lynch did not make any deliberate arrangements.
Most of the diners here were young men and women, perhaps because of the petals or the environment.
Before the chef finished heating their food, Lin Qi talked about his work.
Sometimes women looked easy to talk to, but they still had some insistence in their hearts. At the same time, there was something unpredictable about them. Even they themselves did not know why they were like this or that.
Therefore, the core theme could not be ignored. Lynch invited Vivian to dinner, and the theme was work. If he did not talk about these things, Vivian would feel uncomfortable and let her imagination run wild. But if he did, other things would become the embellishments of a wonderful dinner.
"You know, I have been busy with my new job recently …" Lynch shook off the napkin and smiled. A handsome person's smile was always pleasing to the eye, just like a beautiful person's smile was always fascinating.
Lin Qi was a handsome man. His handsomeness was his most important passport. To him, being handsome or ugly wasn't an obstacle that would stop him from reaching the pinnacle. However, being handsome made the process a little easier.
Just like now, a handsome young man invited a wife who was in a cold war with her husband to dinner. The atmosphere was a bit ambiguous, and the wife might enjoy the dangerous sweetness with a tipsy face.
But if Lynch was ugly, she might not even answer the phone call from Lynch, not to mention the ambiguous atmosphere.
Vivian looked at Lynch's face and nodded. "You told me that you have some plans for the new company."
"Yes, I told you …" His voice seemed to have a magical power that could make people feel the joy in his heart through his voice. This was a very special skill.
His expression, eyes, and voice could release enough misleading signals to make people think that he was very happy. People would subconsciously lower their vigilance towards beautiful things, not only humans, but also animals.
"I plan to set up a large company that covers the entire state. The company will be completed by the second half of this year or the beginning of next year."
Before Lynch could finish his sentence, a waiter apologized and stood beside the table. Lynch also stopped talking.
The waiter held a bottle of red wine in his hand and bowed. "I'm sorry, madam and sir. This is the wine you chose."
He showed the wine label. "Do you want to open it now?"
Vivian touched her cheek and said with a smile, "I didn't know you wanted red wine."
"If you don't like it, let's drink something else. Juice or soft drink?"
Lynch decisively changed his choice, which made Vivian embarrassed to say no. She just said that it was okay and acquiesced that the drink with dinner contained alcohol.
Of course, she trusted Lynch very much. She did not think that Lynch would do anything to her. Sometimes, a handsome face was really enviable.
After sniffing the oak wine stopper and looking at the wall, Lynch took the bottle of red wine that had been in the cellar for 10 years.
After the waiter walked away, he said with a smile, "Actually, I don't like red wine very much. It tastes …" He shrugged, which made Vivian laugh.
"If you don't like it, why did you order a bottle of red wine?"
Vivian probably did not know why she asked such a question, nor did she know what answer she wanted.
Lynch picked up the bottle and poured some wine into Vivian's glass. He took over the waiter's job and said, "I thought you'd like it. I've read some books that women like red wine. Isn't that right?"
The angle of his answer was very surprising, which directly blocked Vivian's intention to continue to ask. If she asked why he wanted to read these books, then the answer might be very embarrassing for everyone.
However, when she did not ask and Lynch did not give a definite answer, she would let her imagination run wild. Even if she did not show it, when the alcohol began to take effect after dinner, she would let her imagination run wild.
Why did a handsome young man want to please her? She would give herself a reasonable reason according to her own needs, and then she would be secretly happy while enjoying the atmosphere.
She would even tell herself that it was Lynch's decision to pursue her, but she would not agree to it. This was not betrayal or cheating. She could not stop others' freedom because of her own thoughts. Maybe it was completely different from the truth.
Sometimes women's thoughts were contradictory like this, and of course, sometimes men were even more contradictory.
The light makeup on Vivian's face could no longer hide her cheeks that began to heat up. The touch of the heart-stopping blush gave her a kind of hazy beauty, and her temperament became more fragrant.
"… The company I set up this time will have a special accounting department. I don't trust other people, so I hope you can be in charge of this department."
Lynch put the red wine into a wine barrel with some ice cubes. The temperature was too high now, so the restaurant had prepared a special wine barrel.
The water from the ice cubes would not come into direct contact with the wine bottle, and the body of the wine bottle would not come into direct contact with the ice cubes, so the temperature of the wine bottle would not be too low. It was very suitable for drinking.
When talking about work, Vivian's expression became more serious. She looked a little unconfident. "I've never done such a job. Maybe you should find someone who is professional enough to do it. I can help him or her."
Lynch looked into her eyes and shook his head. "I don't trust others. I only trust you."
It was definitely a happy thing to be needed. Vivian's eyes softened a little, and her voice was softer than before. "I'll keep an eye on it for you …"
"I insist!"
Lynch looked at her. "I'm not afraid of you making a mistake. I'm not afraid of any losses. This department is yours. Let's have a deal."
She nodded helplessly. "I'll do my best. If I mess something up, don't blame me."
Lynch smiled and did not say anything. He paused for about ten seconds to let Vivian fully understand, accept, and store the information. Then he continued, "The new job may be busy. I'll have many companies to connect with. It may take up some of your extra time, if …"
Vivian pursed her lips and interrupted Lynch. "I'll help you. Don't worry!"
With a sense of responsibility and mission, an inexplicable force would be injected into one's body, increasing one's fighting spirit. This kind of thing could create many miracles.
Then, Lynch talked about some of the details of work. The chefs finally finished preparing their dinner and served it to them.
A sumptuous dinner, exquisite tableware, elegant environment, and feasting. No wonder people always yearned for wealth, because true happiness was hidden in wealth.
The dinner lasted for a while. At around nine o 'clock in the evening, Lynch drove Vivian back to the community where she lived. He originally wanted to send Vivian home, but in the end, he stopped outside the community.
In Lynch's words, if her husband saw his wife coming home in a young man's car, he might be angry and affect their relationship.
So Lynch, a kind person, only parked the car outside the community gate. He even said that this would let Vivian get rid of the smell of alcohol.
Seeing Lin Qi being so considerate and thoughtful, Vivian was very touched. After saying goodbye to Lin Qi, she carried her bag and walked home in a happy mood.