On Sunday, Mu Yan’s flower shop reopened.
The people who vandalized her flower shop last ti have been identified; they were a few petty hooligans.
They claid to despise Mu Yan’s character, which is why they did it.
In the underworld, so might speak of loyalty, but how many are truly family-oriented? It’s just an excuse, clearly.
As for who was behind them, it hasn’t been discovered yet. Those hooligans thought it was just a routine mischief, not expecting they would end up in jail.
In the morning, Mu Yan arrived at the flower shop early.
The reopening attracted even more attention than last ti, with a swarm of dia reporters.
Qin Xi, Lin Jiamu, and others also ca by to show support and help her hold the fort.
The entrance of the flower shop was packed, an event even more grandiose than the last ti.
Mu Yan stood in the center of the crowd, facing countless caras, calmly cutting the ribbon with a pair of scissors.
To her, it wasn’t just the reopening of the flower shop, but a step closer to him.
This ti, she approached the opening with a much more mature mindset and incorporated many new elents.
She had never looked forward to success as much as she did at this mont. She hoped that one day she could stand by his side on her own rit and earn recognition from his family.
She knew this path would be difficult and long, but she had to work hard.
He shouldn’t always have to make the effort; occasionally, she should also make gestures.
Mu Yan took a few photos with Lin Jiamu and Qin Xi, then Lin Jiamu had to leave.
"I have an advertisent to shoot later, need to go," Lin Jiamu looked at Mu Yan, apologetic.
"It’s fine, go ahead with your work, I can handle things here," Mu Yan smiled slightly.
"Alright." Lin Jiamu nodded slightly.
Qin Xi also said, "I have to go back to record a song. They’ve been pressing for days; I can’t join you for lunch today."
"You both go on. I’m busy here today, can’t entertain you properly, I’ll treat you to a al another day," Mu Yan laughed.
"Okay!" The two nodded.
Mu Yan watched them leave, then returned to the store to find soone had delivered several flower baskets.
"Miss Mu Yan, these are your flower baskets, please sign here," the delivery person jogged over upon seeing Mu Yan.
Mu Yan glanced at the sunflowers in the flower baskets and understood imdiately.
She grabbed the notebook and signed her na, saying "Thank you."
So of the journalists who were still there speculated about who sent the flower baskets, but sending sunflowers for a reopening was odd.
Soon, Mu Yan received other flower baskets, and people got used to it.
However, if they observed carefully, they would notice Mu Yan placed the sunflowers in the most prominent spot.
By noon, Jiang Jingheng drove over to take her out for lunch.
Mu Yan got into the car and looked at him, teasingly saying, "What are you like this for?"
"Hmm?" Jiang Jingheng looked at her inquisitively.
Mu Yan pursed her lips, "Why did you buy flower baskets from soone else’s store to give to ? Our own flower shop has plenty, such a waste."
In Jiang Jingheng’s light brown eyes, a cold gleam flashed as he asked sternly, "What flower baskets?"
Seeing his expression, Mu Yan realized sothing and asked, "You didn’t send flower baskets?"
"No," Jiang Jingheng replied.
With her store busy on its opening day, he’d certainly not buy from her store.
Let alone buy from soone else’s shop to send her, that was even more impossible.
"Oh," Mu Yan nodded and subconsciously said, "Then who sent them to ?"
A figure suddenly flashed in her mind; was it him?
Noticing her seemingly enlightened, Jiang Jingheng asked, "Who sent them?"
Mu Yan frankly answered, "Probably Ning Shishen. He’s one of the few people who knows I love sunflowers."
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