A gentle breeze carried the scent of salt and grilled fish.
"This doesn't look like something you come to 'sometimes,'" Tang Fei murmured as she sat down.
Huo Ting Cheng's lips curved faintly as he took the seat across from her. "I built this one myself. It was supposed to be a private dining spot for investors."
"And yet you brought me."
"You're more difficult to impress than an investor," he said dryly, signaling the waiter.
She gave a quiet laugh, resting her chin on her hand as the waiter poured wine into two crystal glasses. "So that's what this is? An attempt to impress me?"
He didn't answer right away.
Instead, he raised his glass, his gaze steady on hers. "Would it work if it were?"
Tang Fei met his eyes for a moment before looking away, her tone soft but teasing. "Maybe. If you don't try to scare me again."
His quiet laugh was low and warm. "No promises."
