Simplifying the Complex
Xia Zhizhi had always been emotionally steady, until she met Shen Wuxiao.
She bit her red lips with pearly teeth, furious.
Shameless, bastard, hooligan, rogue, filthy, beast!
Seething with pent-up anger, she was about to leave.
But she realized that Xiao Qi had not left yet.
She could only ask, "I've accepted the flowers, so why haven't you left?"
Xiao Qi slowly held up a QR code, looked at her, and smiled softly. "Miss Xia, these flowers are cash on delivery. You haven't paid yet..."
Xia Zhizhi froze on the spot.
She raised a hand to cover her forehead, nearly breaking down.
Why did she suddenly feel like crying?
She felt so wronged.
That bastard really knew how to handle things—he sent her flowers, yet made her pay for them herself!
What a miser. And he called himself the Eldest Young Master Shen? Pah!
This was not about the money, but the feeling of being treated like a fool!
Suppressing her anger, she paid for them herself.
Even the price left her speechless—520!
520?
After taking the money, Xiao Qi waved. "Boss Xia, may your business flourish!"
She watched Xiao Qi leave.
Xia Zhizhi took a deep breath and adjusted her mood.
She handed the flowers to her secretary.
Seeing Xia Zhizhi looking utterly on the verge of collapse,
the secretary looked at the flowers and asked, "Miss, should I throw them away?"
Xia Zhizhi looked at her speechlessly, hesitated as if she wanted to say something, then finally said, "Why throw them away? I bought them with my own money!"
So angry that her little lips puffed up unconsciously.
That tiny expression was so beautiful that even the Female Secretary was stunned.
Miss was truly far too captivating, and it seemed to be the first time