Chapter 437: Chapter 434: The Flowers I Give to You
Hearing Qin Miaoke say that, Zhang Hao gave her a thumbs-up.
"I thought with your young age, your consideration of things would definitely be limited, but it turns out you’ve thought it through quite well."
Qin Miaoke raised an eyebrow: "Then you’re underestimating me, after all, I’m a graduate from a prestigious university."
"Moreover, my parents have also taught me quite a lot, although I’m not very interested in practicing medicine and helping the needy."
"But after all, I grew up under their influence, so even if I don’t like it, I know not to let my family’s possessions fall into the hands of others."
At the hot pot restaurant, the two chatted while they ate, and by the time they parted, it was already past ten o’clock at night.
Zhang Hao offered to drive Qin Miaoke home, but Qin Miaoke said she was too full.
And the hot pot restaurant wasn’t very far from where she lived, she might as well take a stroll back home.
The most important thing was that Zhang Hao had already shared so much of his evening with her.
It wouldn’t be reasonable to make him spend more time taking her home on top of that, considering how considerate she was.
Zhang Hao didn’t insist: "Alright, then I’ll drive back first, send me a message when you get home so I won’t worry."
Qin Miaoke came up to the car, her hands clasped behind her back, her movements somewhat awkward.
"What, you’re afraid I’ll encounter some danger on this road?"
Zhang Hao smiled faintly and reached out to open the passenger door.
"If that’s the case, you might as well get in the car. I’ll feel at ease after I see you go upstairs."
In the end, unable to resist Zhang Hao, Qin Miaoke reluctantly got into the car, and they sped off to her place.
Before getting out of the car, Qin Miaoke still felt somewhat reluctant.
"Zhang Hao, I want to ask you one last time, is there really no possibility between you and me, or between us?"
Zhang Hao turned off the engine, his demeanor becoming serious.
He wasn’t joking around as before, since matters of the heart shouldn’t be taken lightly, so every word he said had to be serious.
"Life isn’t a romance novel that cares about who comes first."
"If I left Xiaohui for you, someday in the future, I might leave you for someone more suitable too."
"Do you really want me to be that kind of person?"
That speech was enough to answer Qin Miaoke’s question just now.
"Fine, I know where you stand now, thanks for driving me back. See you tomorrow."
Qin Miaoke opened the car door and got out, this time not standing there waving goodbye like before.
Instead, she turned around and went upstairs immediately.
Zhang Hao started the car again but didn’t hurry to leave.
Instead, he leaned over the passenger seat in a very awkward posture to look out the window; his gaze was directed upstairs.
Counting several floors from the bottom, he waited quietly for a moment, until he saw the light go on in that window,
Then Zhang Hao pulled his gaze back, adjusted his posture, and drove away.
Standing on the balcony, Qin Miaoke had intended to draw the curtains and get ready to rest.
But when she came over, she realized that Zhang Hao’s car was still parked there.
This made her feel somewhat lost.
However, she understood the words Zhang Hao had said today.
There are so many men in the world, and she wouldn’t miss just one; there are plenty better than him.
Qin Miaoke drew the curtains closed and as she turned around, she noticed a tear hanging on her cheek.
She wasn’t even aware of when it had fallen.
At the same time, Zhang Hao was driving back.
It was already so late, and fewer and fewer shops along the road were open.
He wondered what He Qianhui had eaten tonight, and worried that she wasn’t eating properly alone at home.
Zhang Hao deliberately stopped at a restaurant to order a few dishes, including a main course.
He had also bought flowers and fruit, along with some small desserts—a whole big bag of them that he placed in the passenger seat.
He couldn’t let that woman feel like he’d been out all day and hadn’t brought home any "prey".
After parking the car downstairs, Zhang Hao carried the big bag of items into the elevator.
As the elevator went straight up, he felt a wave of dizziness pass over him.
With a ’ding’, he stepped out of the elevator.
Zhang Hao took out his keys to open the door and found that the lights in the living room were on.
The bedroom door was ajar, and Zhang Hao quickly placed the desserts and the takeout he’d bought on the table.
He held a large bouquet of flowers in his hand and approached the bedroom.
Usually, He Qianhui was in the habit of closing the bedroom door when sleeping; if the door wasn’t closed,
it signified she was leaving it open for him. Entering the room, he saw her lying on her side on the bed.
He wondered if she had already fallen asleep; if so, the things he bought tonight would probably have to wait until tomorrow to be of use.
Looking at the big bouquet in his arms, Zhang Hao hesitated for some time before deciding to leave it on the dining table.
That way, when He Qianhui woke up and came out of the bedroom tomorrow, she would see the flowers on the table at a glance.
Just as he was about to get up and leave, He Qianhui opened her eyes.
From the looks of it, she wasn’t feigning sleep but had actually been asleep. In a daze, He Qianhui sat up.
"Why are you back so late? I thought you weren’t coming back today."
After finishing, He Qianhui noticed the flowers Zhang Hao was holding.
"Do they look nice? They were the last bunch, I bought them for you."
"If you didn’t buy them for me, who else were you planning to give them to?"
Seeing He Qianhui say this, Zhang Hao laughed as well.
"If you put it that way, I really can’t think of anyone else to give them to at the moment, so you’ll just have to grudgingly accept them, and save me from wasting the money spent."
Because of this, He Qianhui had to get up and search for a vase around the house.
She trimmed the flowers and arranged them in the vase, and only after finishing did she notice there were other things on the dining table.
"I’ve already eaten dinner tonight, why did you buy all this stuff?"
Zhang Hao was already dressed in pajamas by then, and on his head wore
the hair clip that He Qianhui usually used to keep her hair in place. It was fluffy, with two big round eyes on it.
Wearing it, Zhang Hao looked quite out of place.
"I was worried you might be craving my company tonight and lose your appetite, so I specially brought all this back for you. It’s all your favorite dishes; do you want to eat some more?"
To this, He Qianhui shook her head. You can’t eat too much this late at night.
"Better to put it in the fridge; I’ll warm it up tomorrow for lunch. But I could have some fruit."
How to arrange the items was not Zhang Hao’s concern—HE trusted in He Qianhui’s ability to organize.
Anyway, the things he had bought back would not go to waste.
After putting everything away, Zhang Hao also went back to the bedroom to lie down and rest.
However, neither of them could fall asleep right away, especially He Qianhui, who had already slept a bit before his return,
and was still quite alert now.
"Whose money did you use for the dinner you had with someone else today?"
When asked, Zhang Hao didn’t deny it.
"Of course, it was mine. You know that Nurse Qin is my master’s granddaughter," he said.
"Before our relationship went public, the old man wanted to set us up together."
"Otherwise, why would he allow his granddaughter to work in our small hospital, with poor treatment, low salary, and no prospects?"
"Later, when he realized I wasn’t much interested in this matter, he immediately changed his approach."
