Fortunately, A Jiu's clothes did not require custom tailoring, so Young Master Fei instructed his subordinates to conduct a carpet search within his own mall, quickly finding an outfit identical to A Jiu's original one.
After having it delivered for A Jiu to slip on and smoothing it out, the two wasted no time and boarded a low-key Volkswagen Bora together.
The Volkswagen Bora looked entirely out of place among the cluster of high-end, luxurious, and top-tier sports cars in the garage, and it was unclear why Fei Yangyao had gone out of his way to buy such an unassuming car.
The original book had not mentioned this point, nor was it present in the fragment of memories he had received.
Driving the car, Young Master Fei traced the address of Ye Chen's initial arrival in South City from the book, carefully sending A Jiu all the way back home as if he were terrified of being discovered by others.
"Don't forget our agreement, A Jiu."
"Mhm!"
For some reason, Fei Yangyao had the lingering illusion of dropping off a girlfriend who had stayed the night at his place, terrified that her older brother might catch them.
Only after watching A Jiu walk through her front door did Young Master Fei heave a sigh of relief and drive away.
There should be no problems now; everything looked normal, and Ye Chen shouldn't generate excessive hostility because of this and wipe him out right at the start.
"System, what's going on with A Jiu's situation? Is there something wrong with her? How come she feels even daintier than she was in the book?" Recalling her earnest little expression, Fei Yangyao couldn't help but let a smile spread across the corners of his lips.
[There are no problems whatsoever]
Hearing this, Fei Yangyao set his mind at ease.
After all, the author hadn't even finished writing, and he feared some inexplicable settings popping up out of nowhere.
Since the system claimed the original book was like that, then it would do.
"My expression is leisurely, I dance a rough outline, my movements are relaxed and easy, you can't learn it..." In high spirits, Fei Yangyao hummed a tune leisurely as he returned home.
It was already nearly noon by the time he got home, and Fei Yangyao, starving to the point where his chest pressed against his back, hurriedly sat down and wolfed down his breakfast.
The entire dining room was exceptionally spacious, and the six-to-seven-meter-long dining table alone was enough to shock the senses. Fei Yangyao muttered inwardly: This—although I really like this luxurious style, having just me alone eating here is truly too desolate!
In the vast dining room, only he and Uncle Fu the butler, who stood off to the side, were present, and a sense of loneliness welled up from deep within.
"Uncle Fu, why don't you come and eat a little too?"
"Young master, I have already eaten," Uncle Fu replied with practiced familiarity.
"From now on, let's switch to a smaller dining room and get a smaller table, too. This is far too desolate, with no one keeping me company while I eat. How on earth did my parents end up putting together a dining room this big? Did they not know there's only one person living in this house?"
With no one else around anyway, and with Uncle Fu fiercely loyal to him, Fei Yangyao couldn't help but launch into a fierce grumble.
"Very well, young master," Uncle Fu replied with a smile.
"That's right, Uncle Fu, what happened last night?"
Only then did Young Master Fei figure out what had transpired after he had passed out.
"So, you're saying you only came in and saw me sleeping on the bed, and didn't spot anyone else?"
"Yes, young master. I assumed that young lady had already gone home, so I didn't disturb you further."
It seemed he had been carried to the bed by A Jiu, and then she undressed... cough, cough, that's not important, and then because she was petite while he was tall, he hadn't looked obvious on the bed at all, to the extent that the butler hadn't noticed.
Fed and watered, Fei Yangyao was just about to open the system, intending to check how yesterday's task had turned out.
When he heard the system:
[Congratulations to the host for completing the task and obtaining a chance at a lucky draw] [Congratulations to the host for drawing a Plot Reconstruction opportunity]
"Hold on, I haven't even made a move yet, how did you help me draw?"
"Oops! Doesn't this just show how well the host draws? You hit the jackpot before even pulling."
"What about the roulette wheel or other lottery machines? How come I don't see them, where are you drawing from?"
[Pardon me, the lottery machine only appears during a draw]
"Hey, then how is this any different from just handing it out directly, hey!"
[I am not called Hey, I am called...] [Ahem...] [In any case, confess to Gu Xiyue at noon today; this can patch up a portion of the plot, repairing up to a maximum of 99%]
"Huh? This simple? Won't there be any butterfly effects or anything like that?" Mentioning the matter he cared about most, Fei Yangyao instantly had his attention diverted.
[There will not be any untoward occurrences]
It was a pity he hadn't known yesterday, otherwise he would have saved the flowers to use today and wouldn't have needed to go buy them again.
Wait a second!
He still had to go buy flowers!
Fei Yangyao hurriedly raised his hand, cast a glance at the Rolex watch worn around his wrist, and discovered that the time remaining was already running short.
"Uncle Fu, quick, to the flower shop!"
"Very well, young master."
Inside Little Flower Shop, the space in the middle had been opened up and crammed with all sorts of flowers and plants, making it look slightly cramped and narrow.
"Boss lady, how many Supreme Roses do you still have here?"
Truth be told, according to conventional logic, Fei Yangyao had no need to come and make purchases in person; normally, chores of this sort would be delegated to Uncle Fu to handle on his behalf.
After all, the location where this Little Flower Shop opened was quite remote, and reaching it required taking a massive detour.
Originally, Uncle Fu had already pre-ordered that day's share of a bouquet of roses in advance, but using merely that for a confession seemed a bit too petty and shabby, right? It failed to match Young Master Fei's licking-dog status.
Fei Yangyao's purpose in coming personally was to seize control of the critical plot props and find the flowers that best met the criteria depending on the situation.
Fulfilling all 520 Supreme Roses was practically impossible.
Uncle Fu had previously mentioned that the 520 flowers had been ordered several weeks in advance, but since he was rushing to use them now, he couldn't afford to worry about all that and could only make do with whatever he had... and play it by ear.
Not to mention having 520 of them.
Even having 99 would do.
After all, what the original work described was a "full cartload" and as many as "520 flowers."
He could forget about hundreds of Supreme Roses, but Fei Yangyao felt there was still a good chance of scraping together a large cart to fake a passable appearance; Gu Xiyue shouldn't be able to tell, and according to the plot, she merely "glanced at the Supreme Roses on the cart."
Come to think of it, it was quite bizarre; who knew what the author was thinking with these Supreme Roses.
They were sold exclusively at this single flower shop.
As a result, after reading several hundred chapters of the novel, this boss lady and Fei Yangyao had zero plot development between them.
It was just as well if there wasn't any; if there were, Fei Yangyao would have to watch his step, because causing some kind of ripple effect later down the line would spell massive trouble.
"How many flowers would you like, please?" A nightingale-like melodious, oriole-clear voice asked.
"As many as you have!"
"I'm terribly sorry, they were all sold out yesterday. My deepest apologies."
Taking a closer look, there was only one person in the shop, who unsurprisingly turned out to be the female lead, Chen Xiaoxiao.
Pure, refined, and otherworldly, she resembled a blooming white lotus. A trace of a smile lingered at the corners of her lips, making every customer who entered the shop feel as though a gentle spring breeze was brushing past. Even though her pupils were severely dim and blurred, one could easily imagine that before losing her sight, she must have been bright and brilliantly captivating.
Indeed, Chen Xiaoxiao was blind.
And it was fortunate that she was blind; otherwise, Fei Yangyao would never have dared to appear before her, lest the plot collapse beyond redemption with no place left to cry.
Come to think of it, in the original plot, Chen Xiaoxiao was Ye Chen's childhood sweetheart, having grown up together with him as playmates.
It was simply due to an accident in her early years that she had contracted an illness and lost her sight, wandering about aimlessly until she somehow ended up drifting into South City. There, she was taken in by an elderly woman, helped out at the old woman's shop, and subsequently inherited the flower shop when the old woman passed away a year prior.
Originally, the shop didn't merely sell flowers; it also offered certain pet-related services and the like, but Chen Xiaoxiao was unable to handle agile animals, so she converted the establishment into a shop dealing exclusively in fresh blooms.
Because she changed the business type, she lost some regular customers, and coupled with the remote location alongside very few new patrons, she constantly lived beyond her means after taking over, even getting swindled out of a sum under a predatory loan scheme of high interest not long ago.
It was only after those events that Ye Chen happened to cross paths with her by chance, discovering that the little girl of yesteryear had blossomed into an exquisite and captivating beauty, whereupon he grew enticed and used his medical skills to cure her.
Later on, in order to repay the debt of gratitude, Chen Xiaoxiao logically ended up following Ye Chen.
Yet, the frequency of Chen Xiaoxiao's appearances in the novel was not particularly high, and she even vanished entirely from the narrative for a prolonged stretch in the middle stages. It was evident that even after following Ye Chen, Chen Xiaoxiao did not receive much favor.
One could truly call her life thinner than paper.
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