The Female Leads Truly Loves You - Chapter 235

Chapter 235: This seems like the day I’ve laughed the most
“Ordering this much?”

In Kuhang’s busiest barbecue restaurant, the place was massive, with a constant stream of customers coming and going.

Yet, in this large private room that could seat dozens, there were only two people, making it feel somewhat empty.

Of course, compared to the number of people, the array of barbecued meats in front of Sam was dazzling.

Beef tongue, shank meat, ribs, lamb—everything you could think of.

To the uninitiated, it might look like some sort of food exhibition.

It all seemed too extravagant, Sam thought this was more food than he could eat in two or three days, but the girl sitting next to him just crossed her arms and watched impassively as dish after dish was served.

“There’s one more dish yet to come.”

“More? We really can’t finish all this, maybe we shouldn’t waste it… What else did you order?”

Sam hoped she might be a bit confused, perhaps a bit forgetful, at least enough to forget the earlier dispute with Alice.

But Angel then looked straight at him.

“Charcoal-grilled Sam.”

“…You’re really joking, huh? I’m sure I wouldn’t taste good.”

Sam laughed awkwardly.

Angel looked at him coldly. “Until you explain what just happened, I’m not letting go of that idea.”

“Just now? What happened… Did I almost knock over an antique vase when we came in?”

Angel narrowed her eyes at Sam.

“Do you think I care about that antique vase? Explain clearly, Alice… What’s the deal with that woman, how dare she speak to me like that? Was it because of you? And what was your purpose in interrupting at the end, was she going to do something to me?”

Clearly, this world wasn’t so foolish.

This female lead wasn’t someone who could be easily fooled by simple excuses.

She still vividly remembered everything that had just happened, even every detail, and piecing together clues from these details wasn’t difficult for her.

Sam took a deep breath to calm himself, then began to grill the meat proactively.

“I don’t know, I just felt that the atmosphere was off at that moment, so I interrupted. There shouldn’t be a problem, right? I’m just someone who really dislikes seeing beauties argue with each other.”

Angel scoffed.

“Do you think such a simple reason could convince me?”

Sam smiled at Angel.

“Of course, I know it’s hard… but that’s the truth. I don’t know what was going on, I just acted on impulse, like last time. Could the Heiress perhaps forgive my occasional impulsiveness?”

Angel’s eyes narrowed, her tone becoming more dangerous.

She felt that Sam was being too disobedient at this moment, blatantly going against her.

She didn’t like it, not one bit.

“History is full of impulsive people who end up losing their names, not everyone gets a chance to repent after acting rashly.”

Sam just smiled.

“I think I have that chance.”

“Why?”

Wasn’t this confidence a bit excessive? Where did he get such confidence? Could it be that she had given him too much special treatment, making him arrogant?

Sam smiled and placed a freshly grilled piece of beef tongue on Angel’s plate, then said softly.

“Try this piece of meat.”

The aroma was spreading, like an invisible hand enticing her nostrils, but Angel didn’t like to eat while discussing serious matters—it seemed very unprincipled and without a bottom line. It made it easy for this boy to think she was easy to fool.

Indeed, Angel could forgive Sam countless times for his mistakes, but she would never allow him to deceive her.

“Do you think I have an appetite right now?”

Sam said no more. He took a fork and brought the beef tongue to Angel’s lips, whispering.

“Have something to eat first.”

Watching Sam’s smile, so close at hand.

Perhaps it was the enticing aroma of the beef tongue by her lips that made Angel, albeit reluctantly and with a hint of disdain, slightly part her red lips.

Sam, ever the gentleman, blew gently on the beef tongue to cool it down, making sure it wouldn’t burn her.

As he watched her take the beef tongue into her mouth and start to chew softly, Sam didn’t stop; he continued grilling. He was completely oblivious to the girl’s state beside him.

Angel was…

She was astonished.

Quite astonishingly so.

It wasn’t her first time eating at this renowned barbecue restaurant; she certainly knew what the food here tasted like.

To be fair, it was good—flavorful, made with high-quality ingredients. But such things, when consumed too often, can become tiresome, and over time, they seem nothing special, just the usual taste.

But… why did the beef tongue she just put in her mouth taste so extraordinary?

So extraordinary that the moment the juices spread in her mouth, Angel almost exclaimed out loud. If it weren’t for her instinctively clenching her teeth, she might have covered her red lips on the spot to avoid that embarrassing expression.

What was this magical flavor?

Angel hadn’t seen Sam add any special spices or seasonings.

But why… did the simple grilled beef tongue taste as if it hid a bomb?

The moment she bit down, it exploded in her mouth, a burst of flavors that could only be described as delightful, almost instantly blanking her mind.

It was as if it made Angel subconsciously believe from the bottom of her heart that the world was beautiful, everything was beautiful, so beautiful that she forgot all her troubles and the simmering anger towards Alice, all seemingly suppressed firmly.

She couldn’t remember a thing now.

Angel seemed to mechanically chew the beef tongue, which was not fully crushed, elastic, and bursting with various wonderful flavors, until she could taste nothing more before swallowing it.

At that moment, Sam appropriately picked up another piece of meat and offered it to her.

This time Angel looked up at Sam. Her cheeks were involuntarily flushed, yet she stared at him stubbornly.

“How did you do it?”

She clearly sensed something was amiss. Merely simple grilling techniques couldn’t achieve such an effect; it must be some kind of magical power.

Of course, that’s assuming her mind was still clear.

Sam just smiled slightly, prepared the next piece of grilled meat, and brought it to her lips, whispering,

“We all have our power, maybe this is my talent? Try again, don’t think too much, there’s plenty of time.”

Indeed… there was plenty of time, as if anything could be dealt with later…

It was as if an elusive voice in her mind was telling her so, and so she continued, one piece after another.

One piece after another.

This might have been the most Angel had ever eaten in her life.

She couldn’t remember how many pieces she had eaten, convincing herself that the next piece would really be the last, but when Sam smiled and brought a piece of meat to her lips, she seemed to suddenly forget.

Sam was like a devil tempting mortals.

“Eat some,” he urged gently.

“Eat some, it’s okay.”

“It won’t make you fat, one meal of barbecue won’t affect anything.”

Sam kept saying such things…

Until Angel’s stomach finally reminded her that she really couldn’t eat any more.

Angel’s face looked exquisitely delicate, her entire face flushed, her state almost like after an intense lovemaking session, with a blush spread across, all the remnants of pleasure and embarrassment.

She herself was unaware of all this. She just widened her eyes, looking at everything in front of her, feeling as if it all was as unreal as a dream.

The thoughts that flashed through her mind were: Why is there such delicious food in the world? Why am I only tasting this now? Why is my stomach so small that I can’t eat anymore?!

Such thoughts amazed Angel herself.

Seeing her expression, Sam knew his decision was right once again.

Indeed… as long as the skills provided by the system are used in the right place, there are no useless skills.

Whether it’s Hand of Desire or Master Chef, they always play a unique role at critical moments.

Of course, this power wasn’t magical enough to erase everything, so other means were still necessary.

Sam remained silent, starting to eat the barbecue.

Angel, far from feeling sleepy and instead seeming more spirited after eating so much, finally snapped back to reality and looked at Sam, who was heartily enjoying his meal.

How could he still have such a good appetite? She herself felt like eating more… but she really couldn’t.

Angel struggled to shift her gaze away slightly, letting out a soft sigh, allowing her expression to return to its usual state.

“…Why didn’t you tell me before?”

Sam looked at her curiously.

“Tell you what?”

Angel looked at Sam with annoyance.

“Tell me about this ability of yours.”

Sam shook his head.

“Because I hardly ever cook for others; it’s usually just me eating alone, so I got used to it and didn’t think it was anything special… Maybe you’ve just never tried my cooking before.”

Angel scoffed disdainfully at him.

“It’s indeed quite ordinary… just a bit tastier than average.”

Sam couldn’t be bothered to argue about her stubbornness. Was it really just a little tastier?

“Alright then, if you like it, I’ll cook for you more often.”

Angel huffed lightly. “I’m not impressed. Do you know how many chefs we have on rotation at my house? Every day could be a different flavor, every kind of cuisine from around the globe is available…”

“I don’t care how many types of dishes you’ve tried or how many people have cooked for you, but if you keep being stubborn, I won’t cook for you anymore, no matter what you say.”

“You wouldn’t dare!”

Her urgency clearly betrayed her real thoughts at that moment.

Angel herself felt a bit embarrassed.

But… who could resist delicious food?

And after eating, not feeling tired at all but instead full of energy, it was truly magical.

Sam chuckled. “What’s the rush? I’m your boyfriend, after all. It’s only right that I cook for you. Just hope you don’t get tired of it.”

Angel smiled. “That depends on how many tricks you have up your sleeve.”

Sam flashed a brilliant smile at her. “As many as the positions in bed.”

“Snap!”

Sam dodged the spoon thrown at him and continued to grin cheekily.

Angel looked at Sam with annoyance. “How much longer are you going to eat?”

Sam replied innocently, “I was just feeding you just now; I hardly ate anything. Aren’t I allowed to fill up? Or if you have something to do, you could go ahead?”

Angel gave a cold laugh. “Letting you off that easily would be too cheap for you.”

Sam spoke softly. “Tomorrow’s the weekend anyway, and I’ll be at your place. We can talk about whatever then, it’s not too late.”

That made sense… but weren’t there still many things she hadn’t asked? Angel felt like she had forgotten something, she even began to doubt why she came.

Seeing her expression, Sam suggested with a smile, “I’m almost done eating. Want to check out the night market nearby?”

“Shopping?”

Angel rarely went to the night market because she didn’t have many so-called good friends and found it bothersome. The crowded streets, strange smells, and jostling crowds were not her cup of tea.

Sam nodded. “Isn’t it normal for lovers to stroll and shop together? Besides, don’t you… really need to walk off that meal?”

Angel followed Sam’s gaze downward and saw her own stomach. Due to eating too much barbecue, her belly was slightly protruding, looking like that of a woman four months pregnant.

Angel’s face turned red, and she stood up angrily.

“Check, please!”

Leaving the barbecue restaurant.

She seemed still a bit upset, perhaps feeling that Sam was criticizing her current figure.

In reality, there was nothing to criticize; standing up, nothing was noticeable.

She was as beautiful, youthful, and elegantly poised as ever.

Sam hooked Angel’s pinky finger.

Angel briskly shook her arm away.

This time, Sam hooked the center of her palm.

Amidst the bustling streets under the night sky, it was like a childish and tender game between young lovers.

Angel turned her head away, annoyed. “Aren’t you annoying?”

Sam looked at Angel innocently while tightening his grip on her small hand. “With so many people around, what if I lose you?”

Angel chuckled. “If I really got lost, wouldn’t you be thrilled?”

How could her speak such blunt truths?

Sam tightened his grip on her hand, delicate and soft, like holding a piece of snow that would soon melt.

“How could I be? Since I met you, I’ve made it a point never to lose you at any moment in life.”

Angel listened to the surrounding noise, the continuous blare of advertisements, and the whispers of private conversations.

The people around were vividly alive in this world, permeated with the essence of human life.

In such a lively, even noisy environment, his voice calmed her inner restlessness.

She even felt… this might actually be what life is about, walking hand in hand through bustling streets, truly in love.

“Put away your slick talk, I just ate and I don’t want to throw up.”

“Then let’s not talk, let’s just walk.”

Sam took the initiative to hold her hand and they moved forward into the unknown.

Angel had always been the one to take the lead. She didn’t particularly enjoy this, but moving towards a certain goal in matters she was sure of gave her a sense of security.

Now, her hand was held, weaving through the crowd on this autumn night.

Surprisingly, she felt like she could go anywhere.

It didn’t seem to matter where.

So, they continued, passing through a crowded store full of figurines.

Sam picked up a Pikachu and asked Angel if she liked it.

Angel remarked on his childishness given his age, but Sam just laughed and said, “Lovers should do childish, incomprehensible things together. Otherwise, wouldn’t it just become routine?”

He would stop in front of a claw machine, boasting about his exceptional skills, and after nearly emptying a basket of coins, he managed to grab a tiny Pochita.

He would then somewhat sheepishly touch his forehead. “This machine must be rigged, it’s cheating, a total scam!”

Angel couldn’t help but laugh out loud, then took the Pochita from his hands. “I actually like this one, let’s keep it.”

Hand in hand, they moved through the bustling night market.

He would stand in front of a huge celebrity billboard, striking the same pose, and ask her if he looked handsomer than the star.

He would also wrap his arm around her shoulder, abruptly approach a seemingly idle passerby, and insistently ask the bewildered stranger to take a photo of them.

Angel’s expression was reluctant, even a bit stiff.

But as Sam’s hearty laughter unfolded, her resistance slowly melted away.

Sam, concerned that Angel might be cold, bought her a steaming cup of milk coffee to warm her hands.

He also, at a suddenly crowded street corner, instinctively pulled Angel close to protect her from being jostled by anyone.

In just two short hours.

Angel suddenly felt that she had missed out on a lot in her life, but more miraculously, she felt that these ordinary beauties she had missed were being slowly mended by Sam.

She suddenly realized that her life had never been perfect. It seemed she also understood the reason she had met this boy.

“I’m a bit tired, Sam.”

By the benches in the square, she stopped, looking at Sam who still seemed excited.

Sam blinked. “Should we head home then?”

Angel shook her head. “Let’s sit here for a while.”

She looked towards the bench, and Sam nodded, taking off his jacket to pad the seat for her before letting her sit down.

Sam, now looking quite thin in his clothes, sat down as if nothing was amiss.

Some glances fell on them, and Angel looked across at the tall, brightly colored building.

“Aren’t you afraid that by doing this, in others’ eyes, you’ll just be seen as a simp who has nothing but tries to please girls?”

Sam’s eyes widened. “A simp? I’m just the most affectionate guy in Kuhang.”

Unable to hold back, Angel was amused by his exaggerated expression and burst out laughing.

She suddenly realized something, somewhat emotionally. “This seems like the day I’ve laughed the most.”

Sam nodded, then looked somewhat regretfully at the tower standing like a lighthouse in the distance.

“It’s a pity it’s not New Year’s; we can’t see the fireworks tonight, otherwise, it would make you even happier.”

Angel turned her head, the breeze lifting her hair, revealing her delicate face that Sam never tired of.

“So, you won’t be here on New Year’s?”

Sam shook his head. “How could that be? I’m just worried that Heiress won’t let me live that long.”

Angel smiled and leaned against Sam, his sturdy arms coming around her just right, pressing against her. She could almost feel his heartbeat.

In her mind, Angel replayed the scenes she had just witnessed.

An elderly couple walking through the night market, arm in arm, with kind faces.

She closed her eyes slightly, breathing in all the air that slipped away in front of her.

It was like she was asleep, like she was in a big dream.

She whispered, “Don’t worry, you’ll make it to that time. No matter what happens.”

Sam smiled and held Angel’s soft shoulders.

“What if I break the law and get sentenced to death?”

“Then I’ll use my superpowers to unlock your shackles myself.”

“What if I suddenly get a terminal illness, lying in bed unable to move or speak?”

“Then I’ll use the most advanced cryogenic technology to put you in hibernation, even if it takes five hundred years to bring you back to life.”

“Angel… you’re much better at sweet talk than I am, can you say more?”

Sam slightly lowered his head, and she looked up at him, gazing into his clear eyes.

She scoffed. “It’s just charity, don’t push your luck.”

“Got it~”

Sam’s smile was warmer than the vanished summer.

She suddenly fell silent.

“Sam.”

“Hmm?”

Sam could tell from her tone that something was unusual at this moment. His expression turned serious.

She stepped out of Sam’s embrace, stood up in front of him, picked up the jacket that had been under her, and draped it over Sam’s shoulders.

Sam looked somewhat dazed at her actions, observing her now gentle, yet somewhat silent eyes.

She looked at Sam, reached out, and caressed his face.

“Don’t do things that make it hard for me, that make me sad, that make me angry, or even make me hate you. As long as it’s not these, I can forgive you, without any limits.”