Chapter 3: Where are you? Part 1
With his cold attitude towards her—Yang Tian-Xu's mother had already warned her last night, telling her how he could be such a workaholic. The thoughts of his seriousness made her felt like he would become a great husband. 
She remained by his side without saying another word: she was in his presence silently watching him. Unaware he was thinking about another. Tong Yue-Yan thought perhaps she had taken a step closer to Yang Tian-Xu's heart. Enjoying the silence surrounding with him, being as patient as she could. 
"Do you want another cup of coffee?" Tong Yue-Yan asked him politely. At 1:30 p.m., they were sitting around for over an hour. Yang Tian-Xu had finally turned to look at her and said, "Sorry, I must bore you. Would you like to go?" 
"Oh, it's okay, we can stay if you like!" Nervous, not wanted him to think she was bored. "Are you—" Then her stomach growls a little. She had not eaten breakfast because she spent all day getting ready, undecided about what to dress herself in the entire morning. She blushes as she held her belly. "—sorry." 
Yang Tian-Xu gave a gentle smile, "We should go for lunch. I wouldn't want you to starve." 
They left the coffee shop and headed back to where Yang Tian-Xu had parked his car. The underground parking lot was at the opposite corner from the street, they had to cross the road, eventually. They could cross the road now at this street light, or they could go straight and stay on their current side of the street until they reach the other traffic lights, then pass. 
Yang Tian-Xu had purposely walked across the street where the homeless man laid curled up—he passed by him and gave the man the change he’d received from paying for the coffees. Tong Yue-Yan was a wealthy lady, how could she have any change? She only had credit and debit cards in her wallet.
She wanted to look like a sweet and kind girl in front of Yang Tian-Xu, but she can't give the homeless man her credit cards, so she passed by the homeless man and said, "It's such a shame I don't have cash on me." Yang Tian-Xu didn't care what she had, not like it mattered to him. "It's okay, few people bring cash nowadays." A fact in this modern world, everything was digitised. 
Yang Tian-Xu was just like Tong Yue-Yan yesterday—who only bring his credit and debit cards with him, if not he would use his apps on his smartphone. The thoughts of helping out the man only occur to him after he had met her. She had left an unforgettable impression in his mind that remains in his heart.
The time already displayed 1:45 p.m. They had reached the underground parking where Yang Tian-Xu parked his car. He stationed there twice now, in the same spot he parked yesterday. Perhaps doing so would allow him to meet her again? 
They got into the car and he drove out—the traffic today wasn't as bad as it was yesterday. They got out into the street in less than 30 seconds, but still, he kept his eyes out for her. 
Yang Tian-Xu took Tong Yue-Yan to an expensive restaurant nearby, it was already 2:15 p.m. when they got there. The fancy restaurant looked like a ballroom as they walked inside, and each table had its cubic seating area. This was a frequent place for him to conduct his business lunches. 
The staff there recognised Yang Tian-Xu as he often came for business discussions. The crew showed them to his most frequented table. Tong Yue-Yan and Yang Tian-Xu looked good together as they walked towards the arranged table, sitting across from each other, face to face. The other staff member would often whisper about them behind their backs as they recognised the beauty to be the heir to the Tong Family's fortune.
Yang Tian-Xu was a tall, handsome man, who was over six feet tall. Perhaps six-foot-two or six-foot-three and Tong Yue-Yan had a height of five-foot-ten: tall enough to be a model, she had the looks and height to become one. However, with her family background, she had no desire to be a mere model. With the jealousy of many female staff, Tong Yue-Yan felt like she had it all. She had excellent table manners, once the crews gave them a menu and served them water, she didn't forget to thank them politely.
Tong Yue-Yan studied history and was a fan of Ancient Chinese history. She knew well of the Yang Family's heroic tales and admired them for it. Throughout the wait for their meals, she would tell him, just how fascinated she was about his family's history. Yang Tian-Xu heard his family tales from his father and grandfather many times before. It's not a surprise for him—he did not mind her talk about his family history. Nevertheless, he had no interest in it. 
They ordered a western meal. Tong Yue-Yan had ordered a chicken salad, and he ordered the house pasta special. She would ask him questions about his life, and he would answer. Other than that, he seemed unwilling to engage in their conversation. Finally, the meals have arrived, and they would both eat their meals quietly. 
During the entire meal, Yang Tian-Xu would often pull out his phone and text his assistant, Tseng Kuan-yin. He would ask about the interviews and demands he reported the current situations to him. 
Tong Yue-Yan wasn't so happy about his scant attention towards her, but still, she endured it and was just satisfied to be enjoying a meal together. She takes her time slowly as Yang Tian-Xu had already finished his meal by the time the clock hit 2:45 p.m. 
Assistant Tseng jokily texts him, "How's the future Mrs Yang?" 
Yang Tian-Xu made it obvious in his replies, with no intention of marrying Tong Yue-Yan, his eyebrows frowned as he texts back, "What future Mrs Yang?" Assistant Tseng understood him well, so he stopped with his jokes, Yang Tian-Xu was a workaholic and only wanted to know about the current situation at the company. 
"Stop joking around. How's this year interns looking? Any talents?" he quickly messaged back and enquired about the interviews.