Before yesterday, he had never thought of considering Fang Ning as a potential partner for his future.
Only after Fang Ning had disappeared from view did Ji Xiangnian turn and slowly head upstairs, his steps steady.
It was not as though he had never met women who fit his ideal type before. The people around him had introduced him to quite a few girls, gentle, quiet, and gracious ones.
He had made an effort to try, but he had never been able to take things any further, even so.
Yet he had never imagined that Fang Ning would be the one to make him feel differently.
He seemed to have overlooked one thing: he could control his emotions and his expressions, but feelings were beyond his control.
Sometimes they simply arrived without warning, catching him completely off guard.
There was no stopping them, nor could he ignore them.
To be honest, he had nothing against Fang Ning, but he had never had any other thoughts about her before.
Today, however, he found himself thinking differently. In more than thirty years, no one had ever made him feel this way.
That sudden rush of emotion was extraordinary. Although it left him restless, it also stirred a faint excitement and anticipation inside him that made him want to dance for joy.
It was a feeling he had never experienced before.
He had never shied away from anything. Neither his parents' sudden passing nor the serious difficulties his company had faced had ever made him retreat or turn a blind eye.
Of course, the same went for his feelings for Fang Ning. He did not need to avoid them, nor did he need to hide any of them.
Halfway up the stairs, Ji Xiangnian stopped and slowly turned his gaze toward the dining