Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Nearly bumped into Mo Jiangye?
Ye Erruo placed the cup of water aside. “Tell the delivery man to stop bringing the flowers.”
It was scary to receive flowers from an anonymous sender whose background could not be traced, but it would be even more horrifying to have her childish husband, who could get jealous over anything, discover it.
The servant softly confided in her. “Young Madam, I’ve told the delivery man so dozens of times, but he just refuses to listen to me and continues bringing the flowers here at different times of the day.”
The distressed woman then said, “Just sign the receipt for the flowers next time and dump them into the trash. Should someone ask you about them, just tell them that the flowers were delivered to you and pretend that I have no knowledge of this matter. Either way, just don’t let me see these flowers ever again.”
Xiao Mei nodded fervently. “Alright, Young Madam.”
“Young Master… ”
A commotion outside had Ye Erruo lifting her head at once to look in that direction, only to see Mo Jiangye walking in with a bouquet of red roses.
She lifted a brow in surprise. Fancy him thinking of bringing me flowers too.
The servant beside her silently took her leave.
She lazily approached the man, whose one hand was holding the bouquet while the other was outstretched to welcome her into his arms. The moment she got close to him, he pulled her hard into his embrace and shoved the flowers in her arms.
“Do you like them?”
Her lips curved up. “It’s only a bunch of flowers. What’s there to like?”
While hugging her, he walked further into the house. “Oh. That’s fine. All you need to like is me.”
Excellent. I’m more important than a bunch of flowers in her heart. Flowers were something that all women were fond of after all.
The woman was rendered speechless.
She tilted her head as she shot him a side-glance. It was not hard for her to tell that the man was in a relatively good mood that day.
“Go take a shower before the meal.” Ye Erruo sniffed at the floral fragrance before finding a large vase to put the flowers.
“Are you well-rested now?” He hugged her from behind and rested his chin on her shoulder as he spoke softly and petulantly.
“Shush.”
“Alright.” He was being all docile.
She then turned around and removed his tie. As she did so, her tender, warm hands brushed against his jaw from time to time. He lowered his gaze to the woman before him, his eyes gradually becoming extraordinarily gentle.
When he had only a shirt left on his torso, she turned around to head toward the hanger with his clothes. She had only taken a couple of steps when she was pulled back by the man behind her.
“What are you doing?”
The man smirked. “Continue.”
“Continue? Continue doing what?”
“I’m going to take a bath now. Are you telling me to go in and shower in this get-up?”
“Don’t you have hands?”
His head hung low in disappointment as he proceeded to unbutton his shirt. “Fine.”
After she was done hanging up his clothes, she went back to her husband, pushed his hands aside, and continued to serve him.
Her hands, however, faltered when she noticed the scratch marks on his arms. The man had a smirk on his face as he looked down at her.
She shot him a glare when she came back to her senses. “You deserve it.”
“Yeah, I deserve it.” He lazily echoed her words in admittance.
The corners of her lips twitched.
“Hurry up and take a bath. Once you’re done, come down for lunch. I’ll be waiting for you in the dining room.”
Lifting his lips, he headed into the bathroom to shower. Meanwhile, the woman picked up the pair of trousers on the floor and walked over to the hanger to hang it up.
Bzzt… The phone in his clothes buzzed all of a sudden. Without further ado, she took it out and answered the call.
“Boss, the thing that you asked me to investigate—”
“Your boss isn’t around. He’s in the shower right now. Please wait a bit.” She interrupted the other person.
“What the heck! Is that a woman I hear? W-Who is it? Who on earth am I speaking to?” The person on the other end of the line fired questions in shock.