After rejecting my celebrity husband

Chapter 230 - 231: The Rhythm of Opening a Flower Shop [7]

Feeling his mood, Luo Xiaoqian switched tracks in a sycophantic manner, "Dumplings, let’s have dumplings!"

Given that his lordship hadn’t blown a gasket today, she decided to pamper him well.

"Do you really want to eat?" Leng Zimo was clearly just as dissatisfied with this answer.

Luo Xiaoqian made a face, "Or else, should I swear on it?"

"Just wait!" After fixing her pillow, he pressed her back down onto it, "I’ll be back soon!"

While opening the quilt for her, Leng Zimo stood up and his eyes landed on the vase of fresh flowers on the table across the bed. He raised an eyebrow and then walked out of the ward.

Listenting to his footsteps fading away, Luo Xiaoqian relaxed completely, sinking into her pillow, and let out a sigh of relief as if a weight had been lifted.

Telling the truth is indeed liberating — from now on, better not to lie; it’s too exhausting!

She casually picked up her phone from beside her and swiftly blocked Leng Zimo’s number. After pondering for a moment, she wickedly saved his name as "Big Fool."

Humph!

After all, who had been calling her a fool every day ?!

She saved the few other numbers in the call history, including Yu Tong’s and Xu Xia’s, and when she came across Jiao Yang’s number, she hesitated but eventually saved it as well.

There’s a good saying for that: you save some numbers not to call, but to reject.

As Luo Xiaoqian finished saving the numbers, footsteps could already be heard outside; then there was a knock on the door.

That was too quick for buying dumplings wasn’t it?! And knocking on the door on purpose, does he want her to invite him in?!

Luo Xiaoqian pouted and raised her voice, "Come in!"

The door opened, but it wasn’t a person who entered, it was a large arrangement of flowers.

Luo Xiaoqian stared at the approaching blooms in surprise.

Has this guy been influenced by Jiao Yang, too, playing the same trick?!

As the flower bouquet lowered, a strange young face emerged. He detached a card from the bouquet and respectfully presented it to her.

"You are Ms. Luo Xiaoqian, aren’t you? Please sign here!"

Taking the card and pen, Luo Xiaoqian swiftly scribbled down her name.

Meanwhile, another girl walked in holding two big bunches of flowers.

After thanking him, the flower delivery boy casually took Jiao Yang’s bouquet from the table.

"This old one, let us throw it away for you, shall we?"

Then, he removed the bouquet and stuffed his own flowers into the vase.

As this happened, a young girl also walked in, her arms full of two big bunches of flowers, and the delivery boy turned around to take them, placing them carefully outside the ward.

The two of them shuttled back and forth a few times, then bouquet by bouquet, the flowers were brought into the ward.

The couch, the table, the windowsill... the entire ward quickly turned into a sea of flowers.

The young man came in once more, bringing the largest bouquet to Luo Xiaoqian’s arms and didn’t forget to leave a business card on the table.

"This is our flower shop’s card. We hope you’ll continue to patronize us...next time!"

Meeting such a big spender for the first time, the flower shop owner himself was excited yet somewhat stuttering.

Smiling and nodding at her, the flower delivery boy turned and left the ward, gently closing the door behind him.

Luo Xiaoqian looked at the flowers in her arms and then around at the sea of flowers, only to be at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

No need to wonder, this was also Leng Zimo’s handiwork.

But really, with so many flowers, Leng Zimo, are you planning to open a flower shop?!

Despite her exasperation, Luo Xiaoqian still raised her finger and gently touched a petal of the bouquet in her hands.