Chapter 315: Actually, I Don’t Like Being Romantic (5)
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Shen Liangchuan hadn’t returned home last night. Qiao Lian had guessed he was angry.
The fact that she had expressed her disapproval should have made him feel better.
But now he was silent… Was he busy with something?
Qiao Lian shook her head with confusion and put away her cell phone.
She was busy writing a few news articles, when there was a knock on the office door. She looked up and saw a delivery man with a large bouquet. “Ms Qiao, a bouquet for you.”
Qiao Lian was flabbergasted.
She knew this delivery man. He was the same one that had delivered the bouquet the day before.
But… hadn’t a bouquet from Sun Linan had just been delivered?
She got up and inquiringly looked at the delivery man, bewildered by what was going on.
Then she stood on the spot and gulped. She turned to look at the recently-delivered bouquet that was now sitting on her desk and then threw a glance at the corridor outside. She just could not figure out this strange situation.
After staring blankly at the delivery man for some time, she ventured, “He’s sent two bouquets?”
The delivery man was puzzled by her remark. “No! Just one! Mr Sun instructed us to deliver a bouquet every day.”
Qiao Lian was stunned.
The previous bouquet… had a hundred roses, one more than 99.
Hence…
Her gaze fell on the cell phone. The previous bouquet… had been from Shen Liangchuan?
Immediately, she bit her lip as her own words earlier came back to her.
Idiot… threw into the bin…
Instead of accepting the new bouquet, she ran to pick up her own phone and looked at it.
Shen Liangchuan had not replied.
He was really upset now!
Qiao Lian didn’t even want to imagine how he might be feeling at this moment.
She covered her mouth with her hand. Ooooh, she could kill herself right now!
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Shen Liangchuan was now driving back to the villa.
He had left Mo Xicheng alone at the villa, so now he was returning for him.
Yet now, his emotions were all tangled up and he had no idea what to say concerning Qiao Lian.
At the point of paying for the bouquet, he hadn’t left his name because he was conscious that Qiao Lian wanted to keep their relations.h.i.+p under wraps. He had been afraid of leaving a record at the florist, hence he had chosen to remain anonymous.
But he hadn’t expected that things would lead to such an awkward ending!
She had thrown out the flowers that he had spent so much effort selecting?
Stone-faced, he drove on with all sorts of emotions rising in his chest.
At this point, his cell phone rang.
He waited for the next traffic light before picking up and glancing at the phone. There was a message:
[Can you please ignore my previous message?]
Shen Liangchuan paused.
He glanced at the red lights—there were 20 seconds to go. He quickly typed out a reply:
[What do you think?]
The reply came quickly,
[“I was sleepwalking just then. That’s right. I have no idea what happened. The flowers are still here and they’re pretty! And I like the number 100 more than 99!”]
Shen Liangchuan paused.
He was about to respond but time was up.
He put the cell phone aside and continued driving.
The vision of Qiao Lian being utterly fl.u.s.tered and pulling her own hair suddenly came to him. He imagined her pouting, dull-eyed and thoroughly frustrated.
All at once, he felt much better.
A smile appeared on his face.
No matter what, her ultimate intention had really been to make him happy, hadn’t it? And she had spent a great deal of effort trying to do that.
As he pulled up at the villa, Mo Xicheng stepped out. He got into the car and said, “You’re just in time. I need you to drop me off somewhere.”