The divorce comeback system arrived right after I was born.

Chen Zhi considered every possible solution.

This woman emptied the inventory of all the high-end flower shops in Beijing with a single phone call. She managed to stop the chrysanthemums from being sold, but Chen Zhi now has nothing.

He glanced at the time on his phone: 6:42.

Lin Wanwan was exhausted last night and could only manage to get two hours of sleep.

Then he thought of a place.

The largest flower market in Beijing opens at five in the morning, selling only wholesale goods. The quality is not bad, and the price is half the price. Most importantly, no matter how capable Pei Ningxue is, she cannot shut down all the flower wholesale markets in Beijing.

Chen Zhi grabbed his coat, tiptoed towards the door.

As he passed by the bedroom, he glanced inside and saw Lin Wanwan curled up in the blankets, breathing evenly and sleeping soundly.

He gently closed the door, picked up the room key, and went out.

As the elevator descended, the florist's customer service sent a message, apologizing profusely that the item was out of stock and the order had been forcibly cancelled.

Chen Zhi didn't reply; he left the hotel and hailed a taxi directly to the flower market.

Upon arrival, Chen Zhicai realized that he had underestimated the place.

Before seven o'clock in the morning, the market was already bustling with activity. Flower growers pushing carts, wholesalers carrying bundles of roses, and shop assistants carrying flower buckets were all coming and going, and the air was filled with the mixed fragrance of flowers.

Chen Zhi directly chose the store with the largest storefront.

"Boss, how many red roses do you have?"

The owner, a woman in her forties, was pruning flower branches.

"How much? How much do you want? It just arrived today, it's very fresh."

"I want them all."

The older woman stopped scissors in her hand.

She looked up and sized up Chen Zhi, observing the ordinary-looking young man.

"Young man, coming here so early in the morning to make fun of this older woman?"

"I'm not kidding." Chen Zhi pointed to the red roses on the stall. "I'll buy all the red roses on this stall. How many are there?"

The older woman finally realized what was happening, immediately shoved the scissors into her apron pocket, and stood up straight.

"I have about two thousand units in stock, but I can contact a few other suppliers nearby; their orders arrived today. How many do you need?"

"The more the better. I want to cover a suite in a five-star hotel. Can you give me an estimate of how many you need?"

How big is the suite?

"A standard suite includes a living room and a bedroom."

"That would require at least four thousand sticks. If you want to cover it completely, leaving no room to even step, you'd need at least six thousand sticks."

"Six thousand units, can you gather them now?"

The older woman had already started taking out her phone, and her attitude had become much more enthusiastic. "Wait for me for ten minutes! I'll get all the stock from the next few stores for you! There's plenty of stock in the market today, so getting six thousand units shouldn't be a problem! But you'll have to pay extra. We'll deliver it to your door and also handle the setup, so the labor cost will be extra."

"Okay, name your price."

The older sister gave a number.

Chen Zhi paid directly by scanning the QR code.

The older woman glanced at the payment record on her phone, and her attitude became much more enthusiastic. She even called out to the stalls next to her:

"Old Wang! Old Liu! Come over here, we have a big order!"

The market immediately descended into chaos.

Chen Zhi stood next to a flower bucket, took out his phone, and sent a message to Lin Wanwan.

Are you still sleeping?

No reply.

I reckon he's still dreaming.

While his older sister and the others were checking and loading the goods, Chen Zhi strolled around the market and stopped in front of a stall selling small potted plants.

While waiting for the flowers, he wandered around the market and stopped in front of a stall selling small potted plants.

The stall displayed a row of mini cacti, each about the size of a thumb, planted in small ceramic flowerpots the size of a palm. The flowerpots were decorated with various patterns, some of which were kittens, some of which were stars, and some of which had words written on them.

Chen Zhi squatted down and looked around, finally picking one up.

The flowerpot had four characters written on it: "Never give up until death."

He thought about it for a moment, then put it back.

Not auspicious.

There was another one next to it, with a heart drawn on the flowerpot, and a crooked little flower inside the heart.

Chen Zhi picked it up and asked the shopkeeper, "How much is this?"

"Fifteen yuan."

"Keep the change, please."

He held the small potted plant in his arms and walked back to his older sister's stall.

The stall owner looked at the twenty yuan in his hand and thought to himself, "Why pretend to be rich when you have no money?"

The flowers have already started being loaded onto the two bread trucks.

The older sister came over to confirm the address with him. Chen Zhi gave her the hotel name and room number, and then added, "Don't open the bedroom door yet. We'll talk about it when I get there."

"No problem, we have experience. We've set up these kinds of things all the time," the older woman said while directing the loading of the truck. "Is it a proposal? Or to win over your wife?"

Chen Zhi thought for a moment.

"A belated birthday present."

The older woman chuckled: "Young man, you're quite thoughtful."

Chen Zhi didn't say anything, watching as the red roses were bundled up and loaded onto the car.

Six thousand.

Although it was more than 3,000 fewer than the 9999 he originally planned, it was more than enough to cover an ordinary suite.

He glanced at his phone again; it was 7:20.

Lin Wanwan still didn't reply to the message.

He bought two cups of hot soy milk and a fried dough stick from a breakfast stall at the market entrance, sat on a plastic stool, and ate while waiting for the flower shop's truck to leave.

The fried dough sticks were a bit cold, but they were still okay with soy milk.

As Chen Zhi ate his fried dough stick, he couldn't help but sigh inwardly, realizing that his nineteenth birthday had been quite eventful.

At 7:40, the flower shop's two vans set off on time.

Chen Zhi hailed a taxi and followed behind, sending a message to the hotel reception along the way to let them let the florist upstairs.

At 8:00 AM sharp, the car was parked downstairs at the hotel.

Chen Zhixian went upstairs and knocked twice on the door of room 501.

There was no movement.

He took out his room card, swiped it to open the door, and stood in the entryway, listening intently. He could still hear even breathing coming from the bedroom; the girl was indeed still asleep.

He closed the bedroom door tightly, then turned around and opened the main door, letting his older sister and several employees bring in the flowers.

For the next half hour, the living room was quiet but orderly. The florist moved very gently, spreading out bunches of roses from the doorway to the sofa, then from the sofa to the coffee table, and finally to the windowsill.

Chen Zhi wasn't idle either; he joined in the commotion.

As Chen Zhi was carrying the last bucket of flowers, he looked at the thorny flower branch in his hand and a brilliant idea suddenly popped into his head.

Romance is there, but we need to add a catalyst.

He steeled himself and pressed his right index finger hard against a thick rose thorn.

"hiss--"

My fingertip was instantly pricked, and a bead of blood appeared.

Chen Zhi deliberately squeezed the wound harder to make more blood flow, then went to the bathroom and found a band-aid, intentionally leaving a little dark red blood seeping out from the edge of the band-aid.

The art of feigning injury is an essential skill for scumbags.

After finishing all that, he took out the small potted cactus he had bought for fifteen yuan from his pocket and placed it in the center of the coffee table.

All around were red roses, and this small patch of green stood out from the crowd, looking a bit out of place, yet somehow creating a sense of contrast.

By 8:40, everything was set up.

The older woman and her team cleaned up the trash, then left with a smile after receiving the remaining payment.

Chen Zhi locked the front door and stood in the living room, looking around.

Red was everywhere, and the fragrance of flowers filled the entire room. The guitar was still leaning against the sofa, surrounded by rose petals. He had already taken away the deflated balloons and ribbons from last night, and now only flowers remained.

He walked to the bedroom door and tapped twice with his fingers.

"Wanwan, are you awake?"

There was silence inside for a few seconds.

Then came a muffled voice: "...Hmm?"

"Get up for a moment, I have something to show you."

"...What time is it?" The voice was soft and weak, clearly indicating that the person hadn't had enough sleep.

It's almost nine o'clock.

A long sigh came from under the covers, sounding extremely unwilling.

Not long after, the doorknob turned.

The door opened.

Lin Wanwan put on Chen Zhi's t-shirt, her hair a mess from sleeping. Her eyes weren't fully open yet. She rubbed the corner of her eye with the back of her hand, yawned, and took a step outside barefoot.

Then, she froze on the spot.

The hand that was rubbing his eyes froze in mid-air, and his mouth was slightly open.

She blinked twice, as if she thought she was still dreaming, and took another half step forward tentatively, her soles touching the soft petals.

She stood at the living room doorway, looking at the sea of ​​red that filled the room.

Chen Zhi stood beside her, hands in his pockets, waiting quietly.

Lin Wanwan slowly squatted down, reached out her finger to touch the petals at her feet, and only after feeling that real touch did she realize that this was not a dream.

She took two more steps forward, looked down and saw the palm-sized cactus pot on the coffee table, and paused for a moment.

"What is this?"

"It's for you," Chen Zhi replied.

"cactus?"

"Yes, they're easy to raise and don't die easily."

Lin Wanwan looked up and stared blankly at Chen Zhi.

"Where...did you get these flowers?"

"I went to the flower market early this morning and bought six thousand stems. You count them and see if that's enough."

Lin Wanwan burst out laughing.

She sniffed hard and turned her back.

"Hate."

Why did you turn your back?

I don't want you to see me cry.

Chen Zhi walked over and pulled her into his arms from behind. Lin Wanwan desperately covered her face with the back of her hand, refusing to let him see.

"Stop blocking it."

"No, I must look really ugly right now."

"I watched it all night last night, what are you blocking now?"

Lin Wanwan's hand froze for a moment, then she turned around and punched Chen Zhi's chest hard with her fist.

"What did you say?!"

"Why--"

"rogue!"

"I said you look good without makeup! What are you thinking!"

Lin Wanwan punched him lightly, feeling both embarrassed and angry, then buried her face in his chest and remained silent.

Happy birthday, Wanwan.

Lin Wanwan made a muffled sound against his chest.

"You just remembered?"

"I was busy last night and forgot, so I made it up to you this morning."

"And what about your gift?"

Chen Zhi turned around, picked up the cactus potted plant from the coffee table, and handed it to her.

Lin Wanwan stared at the small flowerpot with a red heart painted on it, then looked at the room full of expensive red roses, before her gaze fell back on the fifteen-yuan cactus.

"That's it?"

"This is it."

"Six thousand roses aren't a gift, this is?"

"Flowers wither," Chen Zhi said, casually raising his right hand and deliberately showing her his index finger with a band-aid on it. "Cacti don't."

Lin Wanwan's gaze was instantly drawn to the band-aid.

What happened to your hand?

"I got pricked by a rose thorn while arranging the flowers," Chen Zhi said casually.

"Does it hurt?"

"It's alright, just a little blood."

Lin Wanwan grabbed his hand, looked down at the dark red seepage from the edge of the band-aid, and tears immediately fell down her cheeks.

Are you stupid?

"If I didn't make you flowers, would I be stupid?"

Lin Wanwan bit her lower lip, carefully held his finger to her lips, and gently blew on it twice through the band-aid.

"Don't be so reckless in the future."

"I'll listen to you."

Lin Wanwan sniffed, took the cactus, and held it in her hands like a treasure, examining it intently for several seconds.

"Okay, I forgive you."

She hugged the small potted plant to her chest, turned around and sat down on the sofa, surrounded by rose petals, and looked up at Chen Zhi.

"Chen Zhi".

"Um."

"If you ever forget my birthday again, I'll poke this cactus in your face."