Chapter 822: Chapter 802: The Mysterious Bouquet of Roses
"Hey, won’t this huge bouquet get in the way here?" Qhianqhian looked at the bouquet, left and right, with a face full of confusion. "Could there be a bomb inside? Are they trying to blow us up?"
"Did you guys ask when you accepted it?" Qin Nuan frowned tightly. Although the people around them have this financial capability, the students at the school may not all have it. Plus, sending flowers without a name? Who knows what’s going on?
"The flower shop delivered them, they almost kneeled to beg us to take them..." Zhang Yun also sighed. "We asked, but couldn’t figure out who sent them. The client requested confidentiality."
Cong Rong also nodded, full of perplexity. "I thought it was for you two, but now it seems it’s not."
"What about Xiu Ran?" Qhianqhian turned to look at Xiu Ran, who was silently reading a book.
Xiu Ran shook his head. "Not mine, I’m sure."
"Hey, don’t tell me it was delivered to the wrong school." Qin Nuan looked at the flowers, her eyes darting around. "Come on, let’s unwrap it. Maybe there are some clues. Even if not, it’ll be easier to toss."
Qhianqhian looked speechless but pulled out a pair of scissors from a cabinet and directly cut open the wrapping paper, with a calm face. "We’ll distribute the flowers at the entrance later. They look quite fresh, and leaving them in the dorm will keep them fragrant for a day. Better than wasting them."
"Is this waste utilization?" Qin Nuan shrugged helplessly, putting her backpack down and taking a bag from the trash can to throw the flowers into a clean trash can.
After about ten minutes of effort, Qhianqhian looked incredulously at the remaining flowers in the trash can and on the table. "Wow, that’s quite the lavish gesture."
"Nine hundred and ninety-nine, it’s quite a lot." Qin Nuan nodded, tilting her head toward Qhianqhian. "Go ahead, flower girl."
Qhianqhian felt no pressure and turned to Qin Nuan. "Lend me your red wool hat." Looking at the scarf on Qin Nuan’s bed, Qhianqhian was stunned. Had she forgotten to return it to Jimo Cheng? She planned to bring it tomorrow and reached out to Qin Nuan.
Qin Nuan generously helped her put it on, and Qhianqhian leisurely carried the trash can out the door, handing out flowers to people she met. "You’re so pretty, here’s a flower for you."
Everyone responded with smiles, but when Qhianqhian encountered someone who had been sarcastic to her before, she ignored the outstretched hand and twisted her head to continue forward. Therefore, one can of flowers was distributed before she reached downstairs...
Qhianqhian returned to the dorm to get more flowers, surprising Qin Nuan with her speed. They had just packed up the wrapping, not expecting Qhianqhian to be back already, filling another can for her. Qhianqhian strolled downstairs again.
At the dorm supervisor’s window, she picked up three flowers to stick in the pencil holder on the table, smiling sweetly. "Thank you, Auntie. Here’s a flower for you, I’m the flower delivery girl in a red hood."
The dorm supervisor was amused by Qhianqhian, watching her give each entering student a flower. She was curious. "What’s this about..."
"Our dorm received a big bundle of flowers, but there’s no name on them." Qhianqhian complained seriously. "Such a big bouquet takes up space, so we decided to spread the fragrance."
The dorm supervisor was taken aback. She knew all the girls in Qhianqhian’s dorm, all of whom were beautiful, often visited by handsome guys. She had seen the flower delivery today.
She thought for a moment and warned Qhianqhian, "You young girls are easily moved. Protect yourselves and don’t be fooled."
"Thank you, Auntie." Qhianqhian squinted with a cute smile. "We’re all good kids, from strict families."
"Yeah, don’t follow someone just because they have a sports car. You’re still young, don’t be played with, or you’ll regret it and your parents will be heartbroken." The dorm supervisor found a water bottle to arrange the flowers.
Qhianqhian’s face showed surprise. A sports car? Did the flowers arrive in a sports car?
Having distributed the flowers, Qhianqhian hurried upstairs with the trash can.
"What’s up? Why are you in such a rush? The flowers are all gone now." Qin Nuan smiled at Qhianqhian’s demeanor, taking the trash can and putting a new bag in.
Qhianqhian turned to Cong Rong and Zhang Yun. "The dorm supervisor said the person delivering the flowers was driving a sports car."
Cong Rong was puzzled. "Huh? I saw him leave on a bike..."
Hearing this, Zhang Yun nodded, confirming Cong Rong’s statement.
Qin Nuan squinted her eyes. A bike? A bouquet of nine hundred and ninety-nine roses? Are you sure this isn’t a joke?
Cong Rong realized, "No way..." Even if he left easily, he came on a bike...
"Computer," Qhianqhian reached out to Qin Nuan.
Qin Nuan handed the computer to Qhianqhian without hesitation. Qhianqhian started checking the surveillance with techniques learned from Hei Yu, which wasn’t the right thing to do, but there was no time to worry about right or wrong.
"Is this the person you saw?" After asking the time, Qhianqhian pulled up the surveillance, pointing at a cyclist’s back.
Cong Rong and Zhang Yun nodded, and Qhianqhian slowly dragged the footage forward, frowning.
"Do you know him?" Seeing Qhianqhian’s expression, Qin Nuan quickly asked.
Qhianqhian lightly shook her head. "I don’t know him, but this person..." She switched the footage to play at a certain time.
A black-clad man holding a bouquet stopped the cyclist, handing him the bouquet and some cash.
"This isn’t a flower shop." Qhianqhian sneered.
Qin Nuan frowned. "There’s no frontal image, how can we be sure?" The dorm faces trees, blocking faces.
"I don’t want to check each surveillance one by one, but I think I know who it is." Qhianqhian handed the computer to Qin Nuan, opened the backpack casually tossed on Qin Nuan’s bed, and grabbed her phone.
"Brother, are you free? Hmm, our dorm just received a bouquet, nine hundred and ninety-nine roses... You’re so smart... Sure, bye. By the way, your scarf is still here with me... Alright, goodnight. Goodbye." Qhianqhian hung up, seeing her dorm mates looking shocked.
"What’s up?" Qhianqhian asked, confused.
Qin Nuan swallowed. "So, they’re for you?"
Qhianqhian shrugged. "If my guess is right, but there’s also the chance they like you guys. After all, I’m the ugliest in our dorm."
Cong Rong made a disgusted face. "If he dares to be persistent, get your brother to fix him."
"My brother just needs to protect my sisters-in-law. As for him..." Qhianqhian chuckled. "Someone will take care of it."
