Could it be Miss Song Yi? These two are truly romantic.
"Is there anything else?" Huo Shaohua shifted his gaze towards Andy.
"Nothing more." Andy glanced at the lilies, reined in his curiosity, and exited the office.
Huo Shaohua put down his wine glass and squinted at the bouquet of lilies.
Who on earth sent these?
Upon closer inspection, he noticed a card on the flowers. He picked up the card and read it.
After reading it, the corner of his mouth lifted in a smile that reached his eyes.
Card content: Dear Mr. Huo, thank you for helping the trafficked children return home. To express my gratitude, I am sending you a bouquet of elegant lilies. May everything go smoothly for you. Enjoy your lunch. Tian Xingyun!
Huo Shaohua’s gaze shifted to the box. He opened it to find a thermos inside.
Feeling quite good, he sat on the sofa, opened the thermos, and began to eat. He was very satisfied with her token of gratitude.
This was the first time he had received flowers from a woman, and it felt pretty good.
The previously unpleasant mood had already dissipated.
The whole afternoon, his face bore a smile, handling matters particularly smoothly.
Every so often, his eyes would glance at the lilies, and he would inexplicably smile.
This woman really knew how to please him, actually thinking of sending him flowers.
Song Yi had already booked a ticket to return home, even if the online matters were fake.
She would still be a little worried, having been apart from Shaohua for too long.
There was never a shortage of women around him who were more outstanding than her, especially since Grandma’s attitude towards her hadn’t been great in recent years.
If she couldn’t firmly hold onto Shaohua, she would lose her capital to compete with others.
Most of the opportunities now were due to her being Huo Shaohua’s girlfriend.
Despite knowing Shaohua loved her, she couldn’t afford to be too careless.
She also needed to show up occasionally, to let those wishful-thinking women know that Huo Shaohua was her man.
She didn’t like to be flashy, but some things had to be a bit high-profile.
After work, Huo Shaohua hesitated for a moment as he looked at the lilies.
He took out his phone and dialed Tian Xingyun’s number. It took a while for the call to connect.
"Was there enough to eat?" She asked as soon as she answered.
"Enough to eat." Huo Shaohua tugged at the corner of his mouth. Her lunch portion was substantial enough.
"Thank you." Tian Xingyun expressed her thanks. Without his help.
Uncle Liu and Auntie might never have found their daughter in this lifetime.
"Mm." Huo Shaohua accepted her thanks. If it weren’t for her.
He absolutely wouldn’t have bothered with these unrelated matters. He was a businessman, not a philanthropist.
"I’m at the villa. Come back and have dinner." Tian Xingyun was in the kitchen of the villa, preparing dinner at that moment.
"How did you get in?" He seemed to recall not giving her the key.
"You didn’t lock the door."
When he returned to the villa, he smelled the aroma of food upon stepping into the living room.
His steps involuntarily followed the scent. He had to admit, this woman’s cooking was pretty good.
"You’re back, pretty quick." Tian Xingyun placed the freshly stewed soup on the dining table.
"You bought so much, can we finish it?" Huo Shaohua raised an eyebrow at the seven or eight dishes on the table.
"If we can’t finish, we can put it in the refrigerator and eat it tomorrow."
"From now on, without my permission, you are not allowed to enter my house at will." Huo Shaohua was displeased with her taking such liberties.
"Understood, understood!" Tian Xingyun pouted in response and turned to the kitchen to bring out more dishes.
After dinner, just as Tian Xingyun was about to head home.
It suddenly started thundering and raining, making it impossible to ride a bike and driving difficult.
At this moment, Song Yi had already boarded the plane.
She felt a bit nervous, having not returned to the country for a long time. This time, she wanted to visit Grandma.
Even though she hated the Huo Family traditions, she still had to do what was necessary on the surface.