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Chapter 703 - 330: Tiramisu Cake, Cinderella Making a Wish_2

Chapter 703: Chapter 330: Tiramisu Cake, Cinderella Making a Wish_2

His father is a senior executive at Yan Province Bank, and his mother is the deputy chief physician at the Provincial People’s Hospital, so she is a colleague of my dad."

After saying this, Ding Yao bid farewell and directly hung up the phone.

After a moment, a new WeChat message arrived on the phone.

[Ding Yao: "Lele, I think you just lack self-confidence. Actually, you’re very outstanding, diligent and hardworking, sincere and modest, striving and driven. You have so many wonderful qualities. I believe you will one day become a true princess! Keep it up!"]

Putting away her phone, Qian Lele sighed.

She understood her friend’s intentions; knowing that she had a tough time, she wanted to help.

But her family was a bottomless pit, and she’d never had any plans to date, just aiming to live better.

Thinking about dating, Qian Lele somehow thought of Tang Song again.

Scenes from the past few days flashed before her eyes, and an involuntary sweet smile appeared on her face.

When she thought of his warm big hand this morning, her cheeks gradually became red and hot.

"Lele, Brother Yang asked me to call you. It’s time to get ready to clock out." Waitress Nana shouted at her, interrupting her thoughts.

Qian Lele promptly stood up and said, "Okay, I’ll be right there!"

She changed into her own clothes in the dressing room and walked out of the bakery area with her bag.

She just happened to see several employees gathered in front of the counter window, whispering.

Qian Lele listened briefly and understood the situation.

Due to the heavy rain, the café’s light meals and desserts were sure to be unsold today.

President Xie had set some very reasonable regulations in this regard.

Unsold items were either given to premium café members to taste, or employees could buy them at very low discounts.

Qian Lele’s gaze swept past the bright window and finally landed on a 5-inch tiramisu mousse cake.

She had personally made it in the morning, with real ingredients, healthy and delicious.

She suddenly remembered how Tang Song helped her recover the deleted data from the backend.

She had once promised that if he had time, he should come to Glimmer Coffee, and she’d treat him to the cake she made.

"Hey, Lele’s out, shall we go?" Yang Hongwei waved at her.

Qian Lele bit her lip and stepped up to the window, softly saying, "Brother Yang, I’d like to buy this tiramisu cake, may I?"

Yang Hongwei was taken aback for a moment, then cheerfully said, "Of course you can. Nana, help Lele pack it up."

Knowing her for so long, it was the first time he saw Qian Lele spending money to buy café desserts.

Previously, she would pick up cake scrapings or almost expired croissants and bread.

After paying 40 yuan, a delicate shopping bag appeared in Qian Lele’s hand.

Looking at the tiramisu cake dusted with cocoa powder inside, a big smile appeared on Qian Lele’s face.

She looked forward to seeing Tang Song’s expression when he saw this little surprise.

...

The white Sylphy stopped outside the gate of the faculty apartments.

The car’s rear door was gently opened.

Qian Lele stepped down with her umbrella.

"Bye-bye, be careful on the road."

"Bye-bye, see you tomorrow."

Watching the car slowly drive away, Qian Lele carefully placed the cake in front of her and escorted it towards the apartment.

The sky had completely darkened, and the street lights refracted hazy light spots in the rain mist.

Wearing sandals, she stepped onto the rain-soaked pavement, her steps cheerful and light.

Urgent raindrops fell on the umbrella, as if playing a melodious symphony.

As she watched the elevator go up floor by floor, she looked at the delicate tiramisu cake in her hand, her heart growing joyful, even starting to hum softly.

She quickly walked out of the elevator, took out the key, opened the door, and changed into slippers.

Qian Lele slowed her pace, came to the master bedroom door, and softly called, "Brother Song, I’m back. You haven’t had dinner yet, right?"

"Not yet." A clear voice responded.

Through the crack in the door, Qian Lele saw Tang Song fully engrossed in his computer.

"That’s perfect, I’ll cook dinner then."

"Thank you, Lele."

Qian Lele beamed as she walked to the kitchen, taking the cake out of the gift bag and putting it in the fridge.

She put on an apron and started cooking.

More than half an hour later, the steaming dinner appeared on the dining table.

Millet porridge, steamed buns, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, garlic oil lettuce.

Dinner, as usual, was spent chatting between the two.

After cleaning the kitchen, seeing Qian Lele coming out.

Tang Song smiled and asked, "Lele, would you like to watch some TV together?"

Qian Lele paused, then nodded vigorously, "Sure."

After that, the balcony window was opened slightly, and a cool breeze blew in.

Tang Song leaned back on the living room sofa, turned on the TV, and randomly found a popular comedy show.

Soon, a scent of laundry soap mixed with a girl’s fragrance wafted over.

Qian Lele sat down beside him obediently, her body straight and her eyes fixed on the TV.

Tang Song smiled warmly and started talking to her about frontend knowledge and her career plans.

Currently, he was in "academic prodigy" mode, thinking sharply and quickly putting Qian Lele at ease.

They watched the comedy show and chatted casually.

Occasionally laughter filled the living room.

The atmosphere grew increasingly cozy.

Time ticked by unconsciously, and soon it was 9 o’clock.

The comedy show ended.

Qian Lele bit her lip, about to get up and fetch the surprise cake she had prepared.

Tang Song suddenly spoke, "Lele, there’s something I need to tell you."

"Oh, Brother Song, go ahead." Qian Lele immediately sat back down, her raised butt falling back into place.