Chapter 281 - 281 281 Flowers from the Lady (2)_1

Chapter 281: 281, Flowers from the Lady (2)_1 Chapter 281: 281, Flowers from the Lady (2)_1 Upon hearing this, Chu Yihen’s expression changed slightly.

The wind chime hanging at the cafe door rang, the door opened.

Jian Qing glanced sideways, the corner of her lips twitching up in a smirk.

Speak of the devil and he shall appear.

“Jian Qing, what are you doing here?”

A sharp voice suddenly rang out, breaking the serene ambiance of the cafe.

Chu Ruohan had planned to go shopping with An Yu today, but little did she know that she would run into Jian Qing at the cafe.

Moreover, when she saw Jian Qing sitting in the cafe with a man, she felt a ripple of excitement in her heart.

From the silhouette and the back, it was obvious it wasn’t Quan Jingwu. Clearly, Jian Qing was on a date with another man.

This time she caught her red-handed.

Jian Qing leant back, looking at the two who were walking this way, frostiness creeping into her eyes.

The click-clack of high heels approached rapidly.

An Yu, at Chu Ruohan’s side, recognized the chiseled side profile of the man, and her heart gave a lurch.

Why is it him?

By the time she collected herself and tried to stop Chu Ruohan, it was too late.

“Ruohan!”

At that moment, Chu Ruohan was too elated at catching Jian Qing on a date with another man to pay any attention to An Yu.

“Jian Qing, you’re such a fickle woman. Behind Jingwu’s back, you shamelessly date other men. I’m going to tell Jingwu the truth about you.” Chu Ruohan strode up to Jian Qing, lifting her chin, and sneered at Jian Qing with a defiant and domineering attitude.

An Yu rushed over, heard Chu Ruohan’s words, her eyes filled with fear as she did not dare to look at Jian Qing, trying to make herself invisible.

Jian Qing stroked her chin, raised an eyebrow and sneered, “Chu Ruohan, did you leave your brain at home when you went out today?”

“You…” Chu Ruohan’s face turned red with anger. Just as she was about to explode, Jian Qing beat her to it.

“Chu Ruohan, why don’t you take a look at who the man sitting across from me is before you comment.”

Chu Ruohan was startled, following her gaze.

In an instant, her face blanched.

“Brother, what are you doing here?”

Damn it, why is it her brother?

Why is her brother with Jian Qing in the cafe?

“Enough, Ruohan, shut your mouth.” Chu Yihen’s handsome face darkened, indicators of displeasure flashed in his eyes.

Just when he finally had a chance to talk alone with Jian Qing, it was interrupted, and the wrecker turned out to be his own sister.

“It seems that you two siblings have something to discuss, I won’t intrude.” Jian Qing stood up, spoke lightly.

Cellphone in hand, Jian Qing left without looking back.

Chu Yihen looked out the window, watching Jian Qing’s figure gradually disappearing from his sight, his mood plummeted instantly.

“Ruohan, who allowed you to go out today?”

The cold voice made Chu Ruohan’s heart tighten.

She hung her head, not daring to meet Chu Yihen’s gaze.

“Brother, I…”

She was only able to go out today after begging her mother for a long time.

“Apparently, you still do not understand the need for self-reflection.” Chu Yihen rose to his feet, the softness in his eyes icy cold, “Go home with me immediately.”

Chu Ruohan meekly nodded, completely devoid of the arrogance she had before.

Meanwhile, An Yu also didn’t dare to interject and just watched silently as the Chu siblings left.

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JK International

99th floor

“Yo-ho, Shen Hao, you’ve just returned from a date?” Yi Kai, who was holding files, had just come out of the office and bumped into Shen Hao leaving the elevator.

His eyes were immediately drawn to the large bouquet of roses in his hand, his gaze filled with playful mockery.

“I wish.” Shen Hao replied testily.

“Whose are these?” Yi Kai asked, surprised.

Shen Hao, “I just got back, the receptionist told me someone brought them, addressed to the Boss.”

Had it been any other time, he would have promptly discarded these roses.

Only, these were Louis XIV roses; he had seen the same flowers on the yacht recently, how dare he dispose of them thoughtlessly.

If these were from the Boss’s wife and he dumped them, he would most likely be sent to the desert to sundry salted fish tonight.

“The Boss?” Yi Kai raised his voice, gazing bewilderedly at the roses.

“Are you sure there’s no mistake? Are they really for the Boss?”

Everyone in Beijing knew that his Boss was taken, would anyone dare to make a move?

“There’s no mistake. That’s what the receptionist said.” Replied Shen Hao helplessly.

Yi Kai scratched his head and neck as he paced around Shen Hao, eying the roses. “Who would give roses to the Boss? Doesn’t the person who sent the flowers know that the Boss has someone he likes?”

If the Boss’s wife found out that another woman sent flowers to the Boss, wouldn’t this trigger World War III?

“You’re not planning to deliver these directly to the Boss, are you?”

Shen Hao shot him a glance, “What else?”

“Obviously, you should just get rid of them.” Yi Kai looked at him with an ‘are-you-stupid’ expression, reaching out to take the roses from his arms.

“Look at these roses, there are nine of them.”

Nine, what does that symbolize?

Forever, right?

Isn’t the implied meaning clear enough?

Another woman is confessing her love to the Boss!

Shen Hao dodged his attempt to grab the roses.

“These flowers might be from the Boss’s wife. If you dare to discard them, you will have to deal with the consequences. Don’t drag me into it.”

Yi Kai stared at him in astonishment, “Wha-what?”

The Boss’s wife sent the flowers?

How could that be?

“Are you serious?”

“No shit!” Shen Hao gave him a sideways glance before marching straight towards the CEO’s office.

Yi Kai stood still, his mind still struggling to catch up.

The Boss’s wife sending flowers to the Boss, wasn’t that like putting the cart before the horse?

“Knock-knock”

Shen Hao knocked on the door before going in.

“Boss!”

Quan Jingwu was engrossed in work at his desk. Upon hearing Shen Hao, he grunted in acknowledgment.

“Uh, Boss, someone sent you a bouquet of flowers!”

There was no reaction from Quan Jingwu after Shen Hao finished speaking.

“Boss, they’re Louis XIV roses.” Shen Hao emphasized again.

This time, Quan Jingwu did lift his head, his gaze shifted from the files to Shen Hao.

“Who sent them?”

Shen Hao, “I don’t know, there was no name, but there’s a letter.”