A small candy

Chapter 19 Give Him a Bouquet of Roses
In an instant, Jian Ling felt as if she was struck by lightning, and her breathing stopped.

Dai Wangchu knew that no words of comfort would be effective in this situation. No one could accept their loved one being intimate with another woman. For someone like Jian Ling who had never been in a relationship before, the blow would be even greater.

She couldn't bear it anymore, so she grabbed Jian Ling's arm and dragged her away like a puppet, walked around the car far away, and returned to the company.

The air conditioning in the first-floor lobby was plentiful. Jian Ling shivered as she walked in. The hairs on her slender, white arms stood on end. She felt as cold as the dead of winter. Her heart felt as if a hole had been gouged out, and a chilling wind rushed in.

"You saw it too, didn't you?" Jian Ling couldn't hide her emotions. Her eyes were wide open, slightly red, and she tried hard to hold back her tears. "It doesn't exist. Did I see it wrong?"

It was really heartbreaking to see her trying so hard not to cry even though she was clearly in pain. Dai Wangchu rubbed her cold arm and said, "Jian Ling, calm down."

Jian Ling nodded and repeated her words mechanically: "Calm down, yes, I need to calm down."

They walked into the elevator. By this time, everyone had returned to their respective posts, and they were the only two in the elevator. Jian Ling closed her eyes, her voice choking, "I was wrong. It was my fault, Chuchu. I only heard that he didn't have a girlfriend, but I never knew he had someone he liked. I was too reckless. I'm always like this, impulsive in everything I do, often getting carried away without considering the consequences. That's why I always get into trouble and bring trouble to those around me."

Jian Ling leaned her back against the cold elevator wall, her head lowered, tears streaming down her cheeks. Because of her lowered head, the tears didn't flow down her cheeks, but fell to the ground in large drops.

"What are you talking about! You're not wrong. This isn't your fault!" Dai Wangchu put his arm around her shoulders, patted her gently, and said softly, "Don't cry for now. We can talk about it after get off work if there's anything. Don't let people laugh at you."

"Ah."

Jian Ling sniffed, tilted her head back, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and blinked desperately, trying to suppress the feeling of bitterness and grievance.

The elevator reached the 26th floor, and Dai Wangchu pulled her out. The sound of her high heels stepping on the tiles was crisp, accompanied by her free and easy voice: "Who hasn't experienced heartbreak when they were young? After a few heartbreaks, you can treat it with a normal heart. Come on, Jian Ling, you can do it."

Jian Ling had just cried, and her voice was soft and nasal, "If you can't comfort me, you might as well not say anything. You make me even sadder when you say that."

Dai Wangchu raised his hands in surrender: "Okay, okay, it's my fault. I hope the person you like next time will like you back."

Although it was a beautiful blessing, Jian Ling couldn't be happy at all. Her tears stopped, but her heart was still being torn apart by something, the pain was unbearable.

-

"Isn't it done yet?" Cheng Zhixu's calm voice sounded in the car, mixed with deep helplessness and a hint of irritation.

Shen Qinghe's face flushed with embarrassment. She tilted her head and laid on his chest, her fingers slowly untangling the hair that was tangled around his buttonhole: "Not even a little longer."

Cheng Zhixu frowned and said impatiently, "Can't I cut it?"

Shen Qinghe remained silent.

The two finished their lunch at a restaurant outside and were preparing to return to the company for a meeting in the afternoon. Unexpectedly, as the car approached the Cheng Group Building and had not yet stopped, a little boy suddenly jumped out from the side and the driver slammed on the brakes.

At that time, Shen Qinghe was talking to Cheng Zhixu with her body tilted sideways, and her head fell forward due to inertia. When the car stopped, she wanted to get up but found that her scalp was painful. Then she saw that her long hair was entangled in Cheng Zhixu's shirt buttons, so she had to stop trying to get up.

The driver didn't notice the movement in the back seat, and hurriedly unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car to check on the little boy. Fortunately, he was just scared and fell to the ground and was not injured.

The boy's parents hurried over, and the driver briefly explained the situation to them. They were reasonable people, and in return, they apologized to the driver, repeatedly saying that it was their fault for not watching the child.

After resolving this small accident, the driver secretly breathed a sigh of relief. When he turned around to get in the car, he noticed the situation in the back seat and stood there in a daze for a moment.

Cheng Zhixu tilted his head back, no longer patient enough to wait for Shen Qinghe to slowly pull her hair apart. He lowered the car window and calmly instructed the driver outside, "Go find a pair of scissors."

Of course, there were no scissors, fruit knives or anything like that in the car. After a brief moment of distraction, the driver quickly ran to a nearby shopping mall.

Shen Qinghe stopped wasting time and remained prone in front of him, waiting for someone to rescue her. She tilted her head slightly, staring at the man so close, but he was looking out the window with an impatient expression. Shen Qinghe's eyes dimmed, and an indescribable bitterness rose in her heart.

This was the first time she was so close to him, and her heart was beating so fast that it almost burst through her chest.

"Cheng Zhixu." Shen Qinghe called him.

Cheng Zhixu: "Speak."

"You should know that our alma mater is celebrating its centennial next Wednesday," Shen Qinghe said softly, with a faint smile. "The principal has sent you an invitation, right? Are you planning to attend?"

Cheng Zhixu didn't want to chat about irrelevant topics in this manner. After a moment's hesitation, he replied calmly, "I have something to do next week, and I've already turned the principal down."

Shen Qinghe smiled awkwardly, "Is that so? I thought you would attend." She paused, but couldn't help asking the question she had been holding back for almost two hours. "The girl who came to your office at noon to sign the documents, are you familiar with her?"

Just as Jian Ling could immediately see that Shen Qinghe and Cheng Zhixu had a close relationship, Shen Qinghe could also see the unusual atmosphere between him and Jian Ling.

She believed in her feelings and knew that their relationship was definitely not that of an ordinary superior and subordinate.

The girl was incredibly impertinent in front of Cheng Zhixu. She addressed him as "Boss Cheng," but her tone clearly lacked the respect and reverence one would expect of a superior. She could even hear the thump of a folder slamming against the table from her position at the door; it seemed tinged with anger.

Cheng Zhixu's attitude towards the girl was what truly confused and unsettled her. Upon hearing the urgent documents, he'd decided to sign them first before eating. But after signing the first document, he stopped, saying he was hungry. She knew him well; for him, eating was definitely less important than work. Now that she thought about it, the reason he changed his mind midway was simply because he heard the girl's stomach growling and couldn't bear to see her wait any longer.

Even if it only takes ten or twenty minutes to read a document.

Realizing this, Shen Qinghe couldn't help but panic. She had wanted to ask him about this during dinner, but she was worried that asking such a question rashly would cross the line.

The opportunity was right now, and she was afraid that if she didn't ask, she would never have another chance.

However, this time Cheng Zhixu didn't answer her question. Just then, the driver returned and handed a pair of scissors through the car window. He grasped the scissors and cut off the strand of hair that was holding them together.

-

Jian Ling was out of sorts the entire afternoon, looking as if she were lost in thought. When she returned at noon, she would have forgotten to take her medicine if Dai Wangchu hadn't reminded her.

"It's time to get off work. Why don't you stay and work overtime?" Dai Wangchu stood up and walked around behind her, putting his hands on her shoulders. "Would you like to have dinner with me?"

Jian Ling blinked her sore eyes, turned off the computer, picked up the bag on the table listlessly, and was pulled out by Dai Wangchu.

"I really want to drink, I really want to get drunk, so I don't have to think about anything." Jian Ling lowered her eyes, looking like an eggplant hit by frost. "It would be even better if I could lose my memory."

"Why are you talking nonsense?" Dai Wangchu touched her forehead, trying to confirm whether she had a fever. The truth proved otherwise. "You're still taking medicine and drinking alcohol like crazy?"

Jian Ling sighed and leaned her head on her shoulder, half of her body weight pressed on her, dragging her feet as if they weighed a thousand pounds as she slowly moved forward: "What do you do after a breakup?"

Dai Wangchu recalled for a moment and said, "Shopping."

Jian Ling cocked her head, took a deep breath, and realized she hadn't been shopping in ages. Ever since she started working, she hadn't had much free time. Even on her days off, she'd just go home and lie around, not wanting to run around.

"Then let's go shopping!"

What Jian Ling said was what she meant, but Dai Wangchu couldn't refuse, so he had to agree to sacrifice his life to accompany the gentleman, oh no, to sacrifice his life to accompany the heartbroken girl.

-

At 7:30 in the evening, Cheng Zhixu returned to his residence after finishing his work at the company.

Auntie cooked dinner, and he washed his hands before sitting in the empty dining room, eating quietly by himself. Auntie cleaned up and left, and with the sound of the door closing, the whole house fell completely silent.

Cheng Zhixu owns several properties, two of which are close to the company. One was given to Jian Ling by Ye Guizhou, and he lives in the other one himself.

Before he finished his dinner, he heard the doorbell ring.

Cheng Zhixu couldn't imagine who would come to his house so late at night. With a head full of questions, he walked over and pressed the video doorbell. A delivery man in a yellow work suit appeared on the screen.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Cheng Zhixu? Hello, your things have arrived." The young man said politely with a professional smile.

Cheng Zhixu was stunned for a moment, then hesitated and said, "I didn't order takeout."

"It's not takeout." The delivery man moved the item in his arms a little higher so that the people inside could see it. "It's a bouquet of roses."

Cheng Zhixu narrowed his eyes and tilted his head in disbelief: "What are you talking about?"

The delivery person emphasized again: "It's a bouquet of flowers, roses."

Cheng Zhixu opened the door with full of doubts, and the delivery staff finally got to see him in person. They handed a bunch of gorgeous red roses to him with both hands.

Late at night, a man handed a bouquet of red roses to another man. This scene was indescribably strange.

Cheng Zhixu reached out slowly, embracing the rose in his arms. A unique rose fragrance instantly filled his nose. The petals were soft, dotted with glistening water droplets, and wrapped in dark blue and black paper.

Cheng Zhixu had never received a rose in his life, and his expression immediately shattered.

After seeing the delivery man off, he closed the door, looked down at the flowers in his arms, and fell into deep thought.

His sight flashed, and Cheng Zhixu saw a blue card in the middle of the bouquet of roses. Suppressing the strange feeling in his heart, he picked up the card with two fingers.

The words above should have been written by the merchant, and the font is elegant and majestic.

To Cheng Zhixu:
I wish you peace, happiness and everything goes well.

——JL
　Cheng Zhixu: ??? What does that mean?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)