A pretty live streamer beckons, and a lewd male protagonist hooks her up.

"Mr. Shen, the flight back to Beijing has been booked."

"The flight will take off at 2 PM today and will land no later than 4:30 PM."

"Um."

Shen Jinghe came here on a whim today, purely because he was angered by Wen Ruan's act of blocking him, and he didn't bring a driver at all.

He opened the car door, got into the driver's seat, fastened his seatbelt, and said in a deep voice to Chen Ming on the other end of the phone, "Pass the word down that there will be an impromptu meeting at 6 p.m. today."

"Call those old fogies over here."

Shen Jinghe had only been in Haishi on a business trip for a few days when the shareholders in the group became restless.

He's just not in Beijing; he's not blind or deaf.

They're making such a big fuss over those little tricks; only a fool wouldn't notice.

Some even attempted to "rescue" his father from the sanatorium, hoping to regain control of the Shen Group.

"Oh......"

Since these people are so idle, Shen Jinghe doesn't mind causing them more trouble, so they don't still not understand what they are.

"Yes, Mr. Shen." Chen Ming glanced at the time, took his ticket, and entered the boarding gate. "I'll arrange it right away."

"beep--"

hang up the phone.

Shen Jinghe glanced at the alley he had just come out of through the rearview mirror, his eyes darkening for a moment.

He will give Wen Ruan time, but not too long.

If Wen Ruan still hasn't figured it out by the time he returns from the capital—

Shen Jinghe wouldn't mind forcibly moving the little swindler to a better place, keeping her under his watchful eye, chained up with gold chains all day, so she couldn't run away...

The black Maybach lit up its taillights and slowly drove out of the narrow road.

The noise from the elderly and children outside gradually faded away, eventually merging with the sharp wind outside the window.

On the way to the airport, a heavy truck suddenly appeared at a normally quiet intersection and headed straight for him!

Shen Jinghe reacted quickly, jerking the steering wheel sharply.

The truck showed no sign of braking, its speed increasing and the distance closing until the two vehicles collided with a deafening roar.

"Bang--!"

"...Finally, tie a ribbon, and the bouquet is complete."

Inside the flower shop, all was peaceful.

Wen Ruan held a bowl of millet porridge and sat beside Fu Shiqing, watching his actions intently.

Fu Shiqing tied the pink ribbon tightly and then picked up the spray bottle to spray some water on the flowers.

Fine water droplets adorn the petals, making them crystal clear.

He smiled and asked, "Have you learned it?"

Wen Ruan finished the last mouthful of porridge, wiped her mouth clean, walked over to the bouquet of roses, examined it carefully, and said honestly:

"The eyes have learned."

"But if it really came down to me, well... it's hard to say."

"I see..."

Fu Shiqing smiled happily, "Then I'll try a different teaching method."

He took off his apron and bent down to tie it around Wen Ruan.

"I've worn this before, and it's the only one left in the store. Do you mind, baby?"

"It's okay."

Wen Ruan was startled by his sudden approach. She stood still, instinctively raising her hand, and stared blankly as Fu Shiqing put his hands through her waist and tied her apron behind her back.

Fu Shiqing was covered in the fragrance of flowers and herbs, just like the calm and gentle feeling he gave off.

only......

"Brother Shiqing, why do we tie the apron facing each other? Wouldn't it be easier to just walk to the back?"

Wen Ruan looked at Fu Shiqing, who was very close to her, her eyes filled with pure curiosity.

Fu Shiqing, however, seemed to have a guilty conscience. He paused, his ears turned red, and his hands, which were tying the knot, became a little clumsy. He made up a story: "I'm used to doing it this way."

"Okay."

Wen Ruan nodded.

Everyone has their own little habits, and she can understand that.

"What kind of flowers do you like?" Fu Shiqing twirled his fingers, still savoring the feeling of accidentally touching Wen Ruan's waist earlier.

Just like the baby's online name, it's sweet and soft...

He can encircle it with one hand.

"Anything is fine."

"Okay." Fu Shiqing snapped out of his reverie and responded, "Take whatever you like from the store. If you don't find anything you like, I can have it delivered."

"No need for that."

Wen Ruan turned around and, like a cat patrolling its territory, circled the entire flower shop, leaving no corner unchecked.

Fu Shiqing watched her wander around without making a sound to disturb her.

He casually picked up the water glass next to him and took a sip. Just as he was about to put it down, he realized that it was the glass Wen Ruan had used...

Fu Shiqing's ears were burning hot. He held the remaining half-cup of water, unsure whether to put it down or not.

His Adam's apple bobbed, he glanced at Wen Ruan, whose mind was filled with flowers, then brought his lips to the rim of the cup and drank it all in one gulp.

"Sweet..." Fu Shiqing murmured.

Why does the water taste sweet to babies when they drink it?

He refused to believe it and poured himself another glass, but it didn't taste the same as before.

"Brother Shiqing!"

Fu Shiqing stiffened and instinctively hid the cup in the cabinet.

It was his first time doing something like this, and he was a little clumsy, so it took him several tries to close the cabinet door.

"What's wrong, baby?"

Fu Shiqing turned around, his heart pounding.

He saw Wen Ruan pointing to a cluster of red roses in the corner, completely unaware of anything unusual, and exclaimed, "These are beautiful! I want to make a bouquet with them!"

"Okay, whatever you say..."

Fu Shiqing breathed a sigh of relief and placed all the necessary materials on the workbench.

"Come here, baby, I'll teach you."

"Uh-huh."

Under the guise of teaching, Fu Shiqing slowly approached Wen Ruan, standing very close to her, and taught her how to arrange flowers "hand in hand".

Back when he was at home, the area was full of all kinds of flowers and plants. When Fu Shiqing was bored, he would pick the flowers and put them in a vase to amuse himself.

I never imagined that the hobby I developed casually in my childhood could be used to please my sweetheart when I grew up.

Fu Shiqing, a faint smile playing on his lips, spoke at the opportune moment, "Should we remove the rose thorns?"

Wen Ruan thought for a moment, then shook her head, "No need, I think roses look better with thorns."

Half an hour later, a beautiful bouquet of roses stood on the operating table.

The roses are arranged in a staggered and pleasing manner, nestled together, and adorned with green leaves and baby's breath, making the whole bouquet full and exquisite.

"Did I really make this...?"

Wen Ruan's eyes lit up as she admired her masterpiece from every angle, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.

Suddenly, a "ding" sounded in my head.

Fu Shiqing noticed that Wen Ruan's upturned lips slowly lowered, and his heart tightened. "What's wrong? Are you dissatisfied with something, or are you feeling unwell?"