On the second day, Chenxing received another bouquet of flowers, this ti not carnations, but lilies;
On the third day, Chenxing received tulips;
On the fourth day, Chenxing received blue roses again;
On the fifth day;
On the sixth day;
On the seventh day;
...
For more than ten consecutive days, Chenxing received fresh flowers, with each bouquet being different. Her flower arranging skills improved day by day, and she smiled like a flower every day, thinking how lucky she was to marry such a man. They’ve been married for over three years, their child is over six years old, and yet he’s still romantic, sending her flowers every day.
That day, Chenxing was in the study with Gu Shaocheng. When she had nothing to do, she liked to sit in Gu Shaocheng’s lap, read docunts to him, and sign on his behalf. At this ti, the flowers were delivered again, and the butler knocked on the study door with a bouquet in hand.
"Young Mistress, your flowers."
Chenxing happily jumped out of Gu Shaocheng’s arms and ran over to take the flowers, "Oh, today it’s Gerber daisies. Shaocheng, are you really planning to send different flowers every day?"
Gu Shaocheng was puzzled: "Who’s sending you flowers?"
He didn’t know that soone had been delivering flowers to her every day lately. He thought she was buying flowers herself to practice arranging them.
Chenxing returned with a big bouquet of flowers and asked in surprise after hearing Gu Shaocheng’s words: "That’s a strange question."
Gu Shaocheng touched his chin slightly, the gesture was irresistibly charming, and he smiled slightly: "What’s strange about it? Aren’t these the flowers you bought yourself?"
"?" Chenxing was montarily stunned, "Aren’t these flowers from you?"
Then, Gu Shaocheng shook his head.
Chenxing was dumbfounded: "I didn’t buy them. Clearly, you sent them to . You’ve sent flowers for over ten days, thinking I wouldn’t guess? Stop pretending."
Gu Shaocheng’s eyes had already narrowed slightly: "You really didn’t buy them yourself?"
"You really didn’t send them?" Chenxing was also puzzled.
"No!"
"No!"
The two of them spoke in unison.
Chenxing was stunned.
"I always thought the flowers were from you. If not you, then who?"
Gu Shaocheng replied, "I always thought you went to the flower shop yourself."
Chenxing: "..."
She placed the flowers aside, "Strange, besides you, who else would send flowers?"
Gu Shaocheng shifted his sitting position, looking thoughtful, with his arms crossed, silent for a long mont.
A minute later, a command ca from the study, "Butler."
"Sir."
"Find out who sent these flowers." Who had such audacity to openly pursue his wife? What was he, a fool? He suddenly felt a rush of anger.
Under the jealous gaze of a certain man, Chenxing raised her hands high in surrender, "I really don’t know. No one is pursuing , really. I haven’t gone out to flirt, Shaocheng, truly, more genuine than gold."
The investigation turned up nothing. The flower shop said it was ordered by phone, and even tracing the card used for paynt revealed nothing concrete. How mysterious could the person be?
What are their intentions?
Gu Shaocheng was filled with conspiracy theories.
Under the strong aura of a certain person, Chenxing slowly left the study, taking a long deep breath. Oh my, Shaocheng’s gaze could practically skin her alive.
It was a look as if catching soone in the act, making her feel like she had cheated.
Phew phew...
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