A Confession That Isn't a Confession

The car drove silently along the long street that was filled with neon lights. Shen Hanyu didn't say a word along the way, as if waiting for Sang Qianqian to speak first.

Sang Qianqian held the jewelry box that contained the pink diamond in her hands, feeling as if it weighed a thousand pounds.

The car soon stopped at a traffic light.

Sang Qianqian finally mustered up the courage to break the silence. "President Shen, do you want to drink something?"

It was another matter whether she wanted a gift from him or not. However, she couldn't just return someone else's kind intentions like that.

Shen Hanyu looked at her from the side. "Where do you want to go?"

Sang Qianqian's gaze swept past the window. "Why don't we go there?"

The coffee shop by the road didn't look very big, but through the glass window, one could see the romantic and warm decorations inside.