The next morning, Chen Ye went alone to the Spirit Pagoda.
At the entrance, Tang Wulin watched Chen Ye leave in silence, a hint of worry on his face.
"Is my boss really going to be okay? If the Holy Spirit Cult really made a move, they won't let him off."
"Don't worry, young master will be fine. With the Great Elder here, no one will dare touch him."
The vehicle drove on at a steady pace. Nothing went wrong this time, and it arrived at a flower shop.
Chen Ye got out and went inside to pick out two bouquets.
In the past, he had always asked someone to deliver the flowers straight to the Spirit Pagoda entrance. Then he would give the Qinglan and Wuju flowers to Gu Yue and Leng Yaozhu respectively.
Most of the time, neither of them paid much attention to the flowers, but Chen Ye still bought them.
After all, it cost Chen Ye very little, yet earned him goodwill from both of them.
When he got out of the car, he saw a young woman instead of the middle-aged woman he'd encountered before.
The woman held out two bouquets to Chen Ye with a respectful smile. "Young master, these are your flowers. Please take them. They've just been picked, so they're very fresh."
Her smile was bright and lovely. Chen Ye paused, then took the flowers without a word and turned back to the car.
The vehicle slowly drove away, leaving the woman standing there in silence.
Her smile was radiant, perfectly conventional, but a closer look revealed how false it was.
The woman had appeared out of nowhere and wasn't even wearing an employee uniform, yet everyone seemed to assume she worked there.
Inside the Spirit Pagoda, Chen Ye came upstairs carrying