She stepped forward, took out the flowers, and tossed them into the trash bag, then patted her hands and laughed, "If they are not from you, I won’t keep them."
The man lifted his gaze to her, his lips slowly curving into a smile.
"From now on, I will send you roses every day," he said softly.
An Ruo quickly shook her head, "Don’t send them, it’s a waste of money, and they will wilt in a couple of days. It’s really troublesome to clean up. Actually, I’m not that fond of flowers."
"Then what do you like? I will send it to you every day."
An Ruo stepped forward, linked her arm with his, and teased him, "I like the stars in the sky, will you send me those every day? Forget it. I don’t have anything special that I like, nor am I used to receiving gifts every day. Things are good as they are now."
Mo Hua thought about it and realized that she was indifferent by nature and not materialistic, so nothing really suited her.
"Let’s go, I’m off work now. Let’s go eat," she said, grabbing her bag and hooking his arm as they walked out.
They waved goodbye to Wen Jing and Zhang Yang, ignoring their ambiguous and gossipy looks, and left with composed expressions. While taking the elevator downstairs and just stepping out of the building, a car slowly drove up and stopped in front of them.
The black sedan in front of her was familiar to An Ruo. It was currently Tang Yuchen’s ride. Seeing the car, she instinctively looked towards the driver.
Mo Hua saw him too, and their expressions both turned sour.
The car door opened and Tang Yuchen slowly emerged, walking towards them with a nonchalant expression.
His dark eyes glanced at Mo Hua, then settled on An Ruo’s face.
"I need to talk to you about something," he said to her.
An Ruo noticed he looked well and moved normally, assuming his injuries must have mostly healed.
She said indifferently, "What is it? Just say it."
Tang Yuchen curled his lips slightly, "It’s about Kangkang, but I only want to tell you alone."
Upon hearing it was about their child, An Ruo’s heart instantly tightened.
"What happened to Kangkang?" she asked anxiously.
"Get in the car and I’ll tell you."
"Why do I have to get in your car? Just tell me here," An Ruo said displeasedly.
Mo Hua suddenly spoke coldly, "Tang Yuchen, are you trying to threaten An Ruo with Kangkang?"
Tang Yuchen’s sharp eyes shifted to him, his lips curling into a cold smirk, "Kangkang is my and her child. Our child’s matters do not need an outsider to know. Because I don’t want to tell you, does that mean I’m threatening her?"
Mo Hua’s lips barely moved. Tang Yuchen had intentionally emphasized "my and her child," making his insinuations clear.
He would always be at a disadvantage in his presence.
Because he and An Ruo shared a child, and it was the child she loved and cared about the most.
As long as Tang Yuchen played the child card, An Ruo would always put him second...
Sure enough, An Ruo hesitated for a moment then said to him, "Mo Hua, wait for me a bit. I’ll go, listen to what he has to say, and then come back."
Tang Yuchen interjected indifferently, "You may not need to come back. Kangkang wants to video call with you; you’ll have to go to my place."
"I can video call him?!" An Ruo asked excitedly, having not seen Kangkang for a long time, she really missed him.
But that day she had abruptly left Mo Hua halfway. Was she going to leave him again today?
Anxiousness appeared on An Ruo’s face. Seizing the moment, Tang Yuchen said, "This is the only chance; I’ll wait in the car. If you don’t come, then never mind."