Chapter 142:142,999 roses
Translator: 549690339
He hung his head low, his fair and slender fingers undoing the buttons on his shirt. In a calm manner, he uttered, “Now, you are a patient, with so many roses around, you can easily get an allergy due to the pollen, which will worsen your condition.”
Mo Weiyi wrinkled her nose, putting on a soft, dainty voice, “Come on, he probably sent the flowers because I’m in the hospital, just as a friend offering his support.”
Xiao Yebai kept silent.
“If you really do not like them, give them to the nurse. It will be such a waste to throw them away, okay?”
Xiao Yebai still did not say anything.
Mo Weiyi frowned.
This was bad; it seemed like he was really upset this time.
Rong An stood there, holding a few bouquets of red roses in his hands. His expression was as emotionless as Xiao Yebai’s.
Mo Weiyi blinked, then suddenly spread her arms, “Xiaobai, I need to go to the bathroom.”
Xiao Yebai arched one of his eyebrows.
“Hurry up, Xiaobai, carry me to the bathroom,” Mo Weiyi whined impatiently.
Although he knew it was an excuse, the man walked over, reached out with his arms, and easily picked her up to take her to the bathroom.
Mo Weiyi stuck her head out from his arm, pointing at the room full of flowers. Then she mouthed silently to Rong An, “Take all the flowers away.”
Rong An had been with her for over ten years and naturally understood what to do.
After entering the bathroom, Xiao Yebai put her in front of the toilet and then turned to leave.
“Xiaobai…”
“I’ll close the door.”
Um…
As expected, Xiao Yebai locked the door and came back, “Do you need my help?”
The man asked in a deadpan tone, making Mo Weiyi blush inexplicably.
In fact, she didn’t need to use the toilet at all; she just wanted the flowers not to be wasted.
The hospital patient’s clothes were loose. Mo Weiyi was standing on her own with difficulty when she grabbed Xiao Yebai, “I’m cold.”
Xiao Yebai slowly spoke, his voice low and deep, “Where are you cold?”
Mo Weiyi:
Mo Weiyi was carried by Xiao Yebai when they left the bathroom.
“Princess.” The servant’s voice brought her back to reality, “It’s time for dinner, what would you like to eat, princess?”
Moe Weiyi touched her burning cheeks and pretended to be calm, “I will have the same thing as Xiaobai.”
Jiang Auntie turned to glance at the male master of the house.
And so, Xiao Yebai ordered a few dishes.
His voice was calm, his expression indifferent. If not for the creases on his shirt that she had just made, he would have been neat and tidy, as if nothing had happened at all.
He was just a debonair yet annoying man.
Mo Weiyi secretly grumbled to herself.
But it was fine. Seeing the roses in the room had all disappeared, he didn’t seem suspicious.
Mo Weiyi thought it was over, but she had no idea that…
The next day at noon.
Just when she was ready to have lunch, noise came from the hallway again.
Soon, Jiang Auntie came in and said, “Princess, someone has delivered flowers again.”
“Huh?”
This time it was 999 champagne roses.
Having learned from last time’s experience, Mo Weiyi simply ordered, “You guys can deliver them to the office downstairs and give them to the nurses.”
The flower delivery personnel looked at each other, and then the one who seemed to be the leader said, “Mr. Chu said that the flowers must be hand-delivered to Ms. Mo.”
Moe Weiyi could feel her heart miss a beat. With a wave of her hand, she said, “Then bring them in first.”
Once the flowers are placed neatly, she could always have Rong An send them downstairs.
Just as the flowers were arranged, Mr. Chu called. This time, Moe Weiyi didn’t even bother to mince words.
“Chu Xiuhuang, if you have too much money and it’s burning a hole in your pocket, you can donate to charities like Project Hope instead of squandering it so carelessly. Why did you send 999 roses again today after you had already sent the same amount yesterday?”
Chu Xiuhuang’s tone was still his usual frivolous and casual one, “Yesterday’s flowers, they must have been thrown in the bin, right?”
Mo Weiyi did not deny, “Aren’t you self-aware then?”
“So, that’s why. How can a princess’s room not be adorned with flowers? Today, I specially had my secretary place an order for 999 champagne roses just for you. How about it, do you like them?”
“I don’t like them!”
“Alright then,” Chu Xiuhuang was not vexed, “Shall I send you Shangri-la roses tomorrow? Or the Blue Enchantress? Or Lilies? Never mind, just tell me what flowers you like.”
“Stop sending them!” Mo Weiyi said, drained, “My husband doesn’t like it.”
“I’m sending them to the little princess, not to your husband.. What does it matter to me whether he likes them or not?”
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