Lin Xinlan wiped away her tears and said with a slight smile, "I was outside and just didn’t hear the bell."
Rong Shaoze breathed a sigh of relief, "Where are you? I’ll pick you up."
Lin Xinlan gave her location, but when Rong Shaoze arrived, he couldn’t find her.
While he was looking around, he saw her coming over with a bunch of roses.
His expression stunned, he stepped forward and bluntly asked, "Who sent them?!"
Staring at the roses, his face looked very unpleasant.
In his eyes, only a man would send a woman roses; which damn guy dared to send his wife roses!
Doesn’t he want to live or what?!
Lin Xinlan smiled slightly, thrust the flowers into his arms, and Rong Shaoze, forced to hold them, looked at the trash can next to him and wanted to throw the flowers away.
"Don’t you dare throw them away!" Lin Xinlan, seeing his intention, hurriedly said.
"Who sent them?!" Rong Shaoze tightly clutched the flowers in his hands, his face growing even more unpleasant.
Seeing him jealous, Lin Xinlan found it very funny.
"Please, can’t I buy them for myself?" she asked in disbelief.
Rong Shaoze was taken aback, "Why would you buy them for no reason?"
"Give... what did you say?" he asked in surprise, a trace of strangeness flickering in his eyes.
Lin Xinlan went over to link her arm with his and laughed, "Is it so strange for me to give you roses?"
Rong Shaoze finally confirmed that she indeed bought the flowers to give to him.
His face immediately became somewhat uncomfortable, his bright eyes slightly twinkling, and his tone softened a lot, "Why would you give me flowers? A big man like me receiving roses—won’t people laugh to death if this gets out?"
"So, it’s okay for women to receive roses, but not men? How about it, are you a little bit surprised that I’m giving you flowers?"
Rong Shaoze tapped her head gently, saying speechlessly, "Surprised, no; shocked, definitely."
He had grown up sending countless women roses, but this was the first time he had received roses from a woman.
His Xinlan just always thought differently.
Lin Xinlan rubbed her head, feeling wronged, "Since you don’t like them, just throw them away."
She reached out to snatch the flowers, but Rong Shaoze immediately dodged, protectively cradling them.
Though his words suggested otherwise, "Throw what throw, it cost dozens of bucks; it’d be such a waste to throw away. We could use it to freshen up the bathroom or something."
Seeing him act so petulant, Lin Xinlan couldn’t help but burst into laughter again.
Rong Shaoze’s face was immediately covered with a deadpan expression, this woman, couldn’t she give him a bit of face and not laugh so obviously.
"Rong Shaoze, since I gave you flowers, you should treat me to a meal." After enough laughter, Lin Xinlan unashamedly made her demand.
The man’s face looked troubled, but his eyes were full of indulgence, "Alright, you name it. Just don’t pick something too expensive, or I’ll be at a loss."
Lin Xinlan couldn’t help laughing again, "Considering your generosity, I won’t make it difficult for you. Let’s go for hotpot, what do you think?"
She was definitely doing this on purpose.
Knowing that he didn’t like hotpot, nor the smell that lingered on him after eating it, still suggesting it was nothing short of teasing him.
But the wife’s word is law; whatever she says goes.
Forget hotpot, even if it were street food, he would be willing and agreeable to it.
So, the two found a famous hotpot restaurant, sat down, and ordered a lot of dishes in one breath.