Chapter 109
Shall we go to my house?
Chapter 109 Shall we go to my house?
Sunday evening, as dusk falls, is a good time for a stroll as the city cools down.
Wearing a white floral sundress, Bae Suzy tightened her shawl and looked at the man sitting on the park bench, looking down at his phone.
Jung Do-hoon wore a light blue loose shirt with jeans and white sneakers, paired with naturally fluffy bangs.
She walked slowly up behind him in her high heels, bent down slightly, her hair falling over his shoulder, and raised her phone in her left hand to take a photo of them almost face to face.
She could sense Zheng Daoxun's bewilderment and surprise, and she could also feel the warmth of his cheek.
"Who comes out from behind to scare people?" Jung Do-hoon glanced at himself in the group photo, looking somewhat dazed compared to Bae Suzy's radiant smile.
This was a completely different image from the shrewd and capable diplomat he always was.
"Am I scary?" Bae Suzy pouted slightly, looking aggrieved, lifted her skirt and sat down next to Jung Do-hoon, crossed her legs, and started retouching the photos.
"That's not what I meant either—" Jung Do-hoon took out a mask he had prepared in advance from his bag and handed it over. Bae Suzy didn't even look up, just humming a tune and focusing on editing the photos.
He couldn't help but ask, "Why did you suddenly decide to take a group photo?"
"Of course, it's on social media." Bae Suzy smiled and poked Jung Do-hoon's head. "Why do you look so worried?"
"I was trending on social media just last night," Jung Do-hoon said, spreading his hands.
"You just trended on social media and you dare to ask me out for a walk? I thought you wanted to officially announce our relationship."
Bae Suzy looked at the partially edited group photo with satisfaction, turned off her phone, and tossed her hair back to reveal her delicate ears: "Aren't you going to help me put them on?"
Jung Do-hoon was holding the drawstring of his mask when Bae Suzy snatched it away, saying, "Just kidding."
"I just wanted to take a walk, and after thinking about it, it seems like you're the only one I can talk to." Jung Do-hoon stood up, took Soo-ji's hand, and helped her up. "It's good that you don't have work today."
"So you were really determined to ask me out for a walk?" She smoothed her skirt, picked up her handbag, and walked side by side with Jung Do-hoon.
Bae Suzy could tell that Jung Do-hoon wasn't in a good mood, but she wisely chose not to ask any further questions.
"Yeah, isn't it because I'm afraid you'll reject me?" Jung Do-hoon joked along, looking up at the sky and letting out a long breath.
Jung Do-hoon was undoubtedly relaxed when he was with Bae Suzy.
In front of such a mature and charming woman.
In her presence, Jung Do-hoon felt like a book that would be turned over, his expressions, words, and body language interpreted as words to reveal every nuance of his emotional changes, leaving him with nowhere to hide.
Therefore, there is no need to disguise oneself with indifference.
That's probably it. In front of Bae Suzy, he is the most authentic and least guarded Jung Do-hoon.
That alone is enough.
"I won't refuse you."
Their arms accidentally bumped together, Bae Suzy's fingers relaxed slightly, trembled gently, and then she put them back behind her back.
"If you go left, there's a park, and it's not too crowded at this time. If you go right, there's a shopping street where you can browse the shops and buy some cute little things. Should I go left or right?"
When they reached the intersection, Bae Suzy quickened her pace and stood in front of him: "I wanted to go to the left with you, but I think you need to go to the right."
"Why?" Jung Do-hoon smiled. "It's obviously so noisy on the right."
"Because if you go to the right, I might get distracted by the shops on the street and won't be able to keep my eyes on you."
"Why does going to the left sound like a more appealing option?" Jung Do-hoon shrugged. "But I trust your judgment."
Going left means having a heart-to-heart talk, going right means keeping each other company. Zheng Daoxun knew the difference.
"You won't go wrong if you listen to me." Bae Suzy smiled with narrowed eyes and gently pushed his arm toward the bustling city center.
It was the busiest time of day, with the most people and the most bustling businesses. After walking a few steps, Bae Soo-ji entered a store selling ceramic products ahead of him.
"Maybe it's because I'm getting older, but lately I've been wanting to buy all sorts of plates for my home. What a strange hobby that is, isn't it?"
Bae Suzy clutched her chest, bending slightly to examine the shop window: "Wouldn't this milky-white ceramic pot be perfect for making soup? Hmm, it's not really appropriate to say that in summer, but wouldn't it be nice to cook a bowl of hot fish soup in this pot in winter?"
"Did you buy a pot specifically for making fish soup?" Jung Do-hoon took Bae Soo-ji's handbag, slung it over his shoulder, and squatted down to hold up the ceramic pot at the bottom with both hands to show it to her.
"No, it's because I have this pot that I thought of making fish soup."
"It's a wasteful but rather romantic idea." Zheng Daoxun examined it carefully. "How about we take a look at this glazed earthenware pot? It would be easier to clean."
"Hmm, this glazed clay pot has a blue and white pattern, which is indeed more elegant." Bae Suzy looked left and right, hesitating. "I trust your judgment. Let's choose the glazed one. After all, we can't just be romantic without considering practicality."
"it is good."
Jung Do-hoon picked up the glazed clay pot and was about to get up when Soo-ji gently pressed his shoulder down.
"What are you doing?"
"Aren't you going to buy a clay pot?"
"Are you going to walk around with me carrying this clay pot? Dohoon, that's not romantic at all." Bae Suzy gently hooked her finger around the shoulder strap of his bag. "Let's go, I'll come back and buy it later."
"I remember someone carrying a jar of kimchi all the way to my house before." Jung Do-hoon couldn't help but laugh as he recalled Bae Suzy bringing kimchi to his house that night. "Wasn't that pretty romantic?"
"It's just that we can't finish it all and we need to give it away quickly~" Bae Suzy tilted her head slightly. "By the way, did you finish the kimchi?"
"Such a big jar—" Jung Do-hoon frowned. "He ate less than a third of it."
"Eat up! How can I keep bringing you more if you don't finish? I can't just fill up your fridge."
"Is there a possibility that—" Jung Do-hoon was pulled by Bae Soo-ji's handbag strap as they walked out of the ceramics shop.
"What?" Bae Suzy released her grip.
"Can I come to your house for a meal?" Jung Do-hoon didn't return the bag to Soo-ji, but simply walked forward with her.
Bae Soo-ji suddenly stopped, her eyebrows slightly raised, and a pool of water seemed to be welling up in her delicate eyes: "You—"
"What's wrong with me?" Jung Do-hoon smiled and said, "I think I've only been to your house once."
"You need a bottle of perfume." Suzy gently grasped Jung Do-hoon's wrist. "Come on, I'll pick one out for you. And—"
"You'd better just come to my house for kimchi."