Chapter 690: 187: Breaking News! _5

Aunt Lin handed Ni Yang a pair of scissors, “Yangyang, just cut whichever one you fancy, don’t stand on ceremony with me.”

“Thank you, Aunt Lin.” Ni Yang took the scissors and picked out the roses with the most attractive buds, cutting 36 roses.

Then, Ni Yang took out three colored pieces of plastic paper and a red string from her bag to wrap the roses.

Just a bit of wrapping paper dramatically elevated the roses’ appeal.

Aunt Lin was amazed, “Yangyang, you’re truly impressive!”

Ni Yang laughed, “Aunt Lin, it’s the roses that are beautiful to begin with.”

After wrapping the roses, Ni Yang took out a yuan coin from her pocket and gave it to Aunt Lin.

She paid three cents per pound for the roses in the village. With 36 roses, including branches and leaves, it was about two to three pounds.

Aunt Lin refused to take Ni Yang’s money, “It’s just a few roses, Yangyang. If you insist on paying, wouldn’t that belittle me?”

Ni Yang laughed and said, “This is what you make a living from, and I can’t just take it for free. Please keep the money; otherwise, I won’t have the nerve to come over and pick roses next time.”

Unable to refuse Ni Yang, Aunt Lin reluctantly took the money, “Just one yuan is too much; these flowers weigh at most two pounds! Yangyang, you must take the change, no matter what!”

Ni Yang took the change, picked up the roses, and rode her bike to the urban area.

Mo Qishen no longer lives at the Mo Family home, but in his own villa.

Ni Yang rode her bike to Mo Qishen’s villa and rang the doorbell.

Mo Qishen was not a morning person.

It was only seven o’clock in the morning, and the doorbell woke him up, leaving him in a terrible mood!

Who could be at the door?

His servants hadn’t started working yet, and he didn’t like to have strangers stay over, so he had to answer the door himself.

Mo Qishen’s face was taut, and his thin lips were almost a straight line as he climbed out of bed and threw off the duvet. A strong, intimidating aura radiated from him.

A disgruntled boss is not a good thing.

When Mo Qishen opened the door with his frosty demeanor, he was met with a bouquet of fiery red roses.

“Ta-da! Happy birthday, Brother Mo!” A face as beautiful as a painting emerged from behind the bouquet.

Contrary to the adage, she even put the roses to shame!

Instantly, Mo Qishen lost all his temper. He picked up Ni Yang and asked, “Yangyang, how did you know today is my birthday?”

Ni Yang, holding the roses in one hand and wrapping her other arm around Mo Qishen’s neck, responded, “Didn’t you know I can predict the future?”

“Yangyang, you’re brilliant!” Mo Qishen, overjoyed, spun Ni Yang around several times.

No one but his parents had ever genuinely remembered his birthday.

At this moment, denying his feelings would be a lie.

“Yangyang, thank you!” Mo Qishen hugged Ni Yang tightly.

“Why are you talking nonsense?” Ni Yang returned, smiling: “By the way, Brother Mo, besides the roses, I prepared another mysterious gift for you. Can you guess what it is?”

Mo Qishen rubbed his nose, “A tie?”

“No.” Ni Yang shook her head.

“Clothes?”

Ni Yang continued shaking her head.

“Perhaps shoes?”

Ni Yang still shook her head.

Despite guessing several items, Mo Qishen got them all wrong.

Ni Yang sighed, “Brother Mo, you’re truly hopeless!”

Mo Qishen shamelessly responded, “I’m dumb, and you’re smart, we complement each other perfectly.”

Only then did Ni Yang produce a gift she had started preparing months prior.

“Do you like it?”

It was a wine-colored knitted scarf. Although it didn’t look too attractive, it was warm.

“I love it!” Mo Qishen nodded hastily, “Yangyang, did you make this yourself?”

Ni Yang smiled faintly, “Finally, a smart guess.”

It was her first time knitting a scarf. It took over a month of undoing and redoing the knitting to finally finish it.

Oddly, she usually picks up things quickly, but knitting scarves was not one of them.

“Help me put it on.”

“Sure.” Ni Yang nodded, picked up the scarf, stood on tiptoes, and said, “Just bend down a little.”

Mo Qishen bent down as instructed, and Ni Yang effortlessly put the scarf around his neck.

But at that moment, a cool touch suddenly grazed the corner of her lips.

The scent of tobacco filled her nostrils.

Light and pleasant.

Just as sudden, he released her.

Ni Yang headed towards the kitchen, “Brother Mo, you haven’t had breakfast yet, have you?”

“I’ll do it.” Mo Qishen followed Ni Yang’s footsteps.

Mo Qishen felt that as long as he was there, Ni Yang shouldn’t be cooking alone.

“You’re the birthday boy today, how could I let you cook? I’ll do it.” Ni Yang pushed Mo Qishen towards the door, “Quickly go upstairs and get changed. Once you’re dressed, we can eat.”

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