Lin Feng wasn't particularly disappointed by how things had ended. On the contrary, he considered tonight a rather successful first step.
He had learned that Han Xiangrui was far more inexperienced in matters of romance than he had initially imagined.
Her late husband had apparently never even kissed her, which explained why such a simple gesture had affected her so deeply.
Of course, Lin Feng also understood that he needed to be careful.
Han Xiangrui wasn't some young woman who could be swept off her feet with a few sweet words.
She had lived her own life, experienced loss, and developed her own sense of dignity.
If he genuinely wanted her, he needed to respect her feelings and allow her to make her own decisions. He was a master strategist, after all.
Knowing when to advance was important, but knowing when to retreat was equally valuable.
Tonight, he had already taken a considerable step forward. Pushing his luck any further would only risk ruining the progress he had made.
