Zhuang Xian seemed to have been stunned by this spectacular view. After a long while, she turned around and looked at Mo Qian. She nodded her head slightly and said, “I know,”
As a top fashion designer, Zhuang Xian was well aware of such common sense.
“The meaning of the hibiscus mutabilis is a pure, noble, and slender beauty.” Zhuang Xian added.
Mo Qian nodded, his eyes looking at the sea of flowers in the manor. He chuckled and said, “You’re right. I didn’t expect you to have such a wide range of knowledge!”
“What’s wrong with that? isn’t that just a question of common sense?” Zhuang Xian said calmly.
Mo Qian moved a short distance before her and said with a faint smile, “Is it common sense? But many people don’t know. The world loves the beauty of peonies and the wealth and glory it represents, but I always feel that it’s not as beautiful as hibiscus. Do you know why?”
This was the first time Zhuang Xian had seen Mo Qian so relaxed. He seemed in high spirits as he expressed his views to her.
Zhuang Xian turned around and glanced at the bench behind her. She sat down sideways and looked up at Mo Qian with great interest. She said happily, “I’d like to hear the details.”
Mo Qian took a light breath, his nose filled with the faint fragrance of the hibiscus.
His tone was gentle as he looked at Zhuang Xian and said, “Most hibiscus flowers bloom in the morning and wither in the evening. The flower is white at the beginning of the morning, and at noon, the color becomes dark pink. In the evening, the flower will be dark red and start to close and wither.”
As Mo Qian spoke, he looked into Zhuang Xian’s eyes with a hint of playfulness and adoration. “You’re as beautiful and ever-changing as this one. You surprise people from time to time, but your base color seems clean and pure, symbolizing the nobility and purity of this world. This is very rare and precious!”
As Zhuang Xian listened to Mo Qian’s words, the corners of her lips slowly curled up into a smile.
She had to admit that no one could resist this Mo Qian!
Mo Qian seemed to know where his charm should be displayed. His posture and actions were lazy and casual, but the light in his eyes was sincere. This gave Zhuang Xian a momentary illusion.
Mo Qian seemed to have become her devout admirer and loved her for a long time.
Zhuang Xian was bewitched and attracted by this feeling. For a moment, she could not help but trust him and choose him without care!
Zhuang Xian returned to her senses and raised her delicate eyebrows. She looked at Mo Qian in a good mood and asked, “So, should I thank you for your compliment? But President Mo, how do you know what my nature is like? Do I look like a hibiscus? Do you know me very well?”
Upon hearing this, Mo Qian shook his head and said frankly, “I don’t understand, but I’m trying my best to understand.” As he spoke, the corners of his mouth curled into a very doting and somewhat determined smile.
“Eh? What did you say?” Mo Qian’s expression was so intimate and gentle that Zhuang Xian thought she couldn’t read his expression.
And what did he mean by that?
A loud voice in Zhuang Xian’s heart kept telling her that Mo Qian liked her.
But how was that possible? Zhuang Xian’s mind was evident as she retorted against her heart.
She and Mo Qian were like people from two different worlds. Mo Qian was the proud son of Heaven, the respected King of the Mo family!
And her? She was just a reincarnated ghost who was unwilling to accept everything in her previous life and only wanted to take revenge!
Before she could exact her revenge, Zhuang Xian would not put her mind on other things.
Mo Qian’s eyes had been observing the expression on Zhuang Xian’s face. In that instant, her delicate little face seemed filled with a lot of concern, and her eyes were covered with a lot of mist.
Mo Qian couldn’t read her emotions, and he couldn’t understand why Zhuang Xian had such a complicated aura at such a young age.
Mo Qian asked Zhuang Xian calmly, “What’s wrong? Did my words just now trouble you?”
Zhuang Xian silently retracted her gaze and did not answer Mo Qian’s question. She did not know how to answer.
Just as the two of them were about to fall into an inexplicable anxious atmosphere, Xiang Nan and Si Rong’s sudden intrusion broke the atmosphere.
“Brother Qian! Fourth young miss! Why are you guys hiding here? We’ve been looking everywhere for you.” Xiang Nan looked at Mo Qian, his eyes a little dazed.