novelraw Chapter 423: Am I Spoiling You Too Much (8)
Chapter 423: Am I Spoiling You Too Much (8)
"Oh... okay?" Qiao Mo signed her name."Your flowers and cake."
"And cake..."
"Yes, and red wine."
Qiao Mo took the bouquet and looked at it. The champagne-colored roses dominated, accompanied by hydrangeas, balloon flowers, baby’s breath, and lilies of the valley. Despite the abundance of roses, they didn’t carry a hint of vulgarity and appeared fresh and incredibly beautiful instead.
"May I ask... who sent it?" Qiao Mo lowered her voice, afraid that Fu Nancheng might hear.
The delivery man checked the list, then looked at Qiao Mo and said, "It’s from a gentleman with the surname Fu, named Fu Nancheng."
"Ah?" Qiao Mo was stunned again, wondering several times if her ears were deceiving her.
"Yes, that’s right, a gentleman named Fu Nancheng."
Even after the delivery man left, Qiao Mo was still immersed in immense shock.
Holding the flowers, she turned around, glanced at the man smoking on the sofa, and hesitantly approached the coffee table to place the cake down, wanting to speak but holding back.
How could it be like this?
He came here empty-handed? Then had a deliveryman send flowers to her?
Seeing him still fiddling with his phone without acknowledging her, Qiao Mo also didn’t speak. She found a vase and placed the flowers in it, setting it on the coffee table.
One had to say, the flowers were indeed very beautiful.
They added a touch of brightness to the dull room, and inexplicably, her mood improved slightly.
As Qiao Mo arranged the flower stems, she sensed a gaze falling on her and slowly lifted her head to look at him.
He spoke in a low voice, "Come here."
Qiao Mo didn’t move, as if she hadn’t heard.
He put the cigarette between his lips, took out a box and placed it on the coffee table, pushing it in front of her.
A dark blue box, palm-sized, with a silver ribbon that shimmered with a slight glow, appeared very exquisite.
Qiao Mo was slightly dazed, absent-mindedly looking at him, "What is this?"
He removed the cigarette from his mouth, held it between his fingers, squinting slightly, "Open it."
Qiao Mo’s heart inexplicably beat a little faster, feeling a small surge of joy and nervousness inside, as she gently untied the ribbon and opened the box.
On the black velvet satin was a silver-white necklace.
The pendant was a very small silver-white flower, about the size of a soy bean, flat, with five petals, and in the middle of the petals was set a very bright diamond. Not large, but particularly cute.
"Jasmine?" Qiao Mo softly asked.
"Yes."
Qiao Mo’s gaze fell again on the necklace, gently returning it to the box, just as she was about to speak, he bluntly said, "Don’t refuse."
She was momentarily dazed, remaining silent.
He put the cigarette back in his mouth, moved around next to her, and took the necklace to put it on her.
Jasmine... Mo Li...
He wouldn’t allow her to leave him again.
The pendant touched her skin, feeling slightly cool, and Qiao Mo reached out to gently touch it.
After putting it on, he extinguished the cigarette, then wrapped his arms around her from behind, whispering softly in her ear, "Say you like it."
Qiao Mo replied somewhat helplessly, "Where’s the like in this?"
He didn’t respond but couldn’t help kissing her nape again, lightly brushing her shoulder, tickling her.
They stood in the living room, the bedroom door was open, and as he lifted his head, he saw in the corner of the bedroom an iron model stand draped with a wedding dress, placed in the corner, exquisite and beautiful.
Fu Nancheng rested his chin on her shoulder, his gaze lingering on the white gown, his eyes slightly narrowing, he spoke faintly, "It fits your size."
Qiao Mo paused, looked along his gaze, lowered her eyes, and softly said, "It’s custom made for someone else."