Xia Wanwan pointed a chubby little finger at herself, looking utterly baffled.
"For... me?"
Ahhh, I thought Uncle Xia was trying to court Mother. I never imagined these were for me!
Oh, how embarrassing!
Xia Wanwan held out both hands to Xia Siheng. "Gimme!"
Xia Siheng paused briefly, then placed the flowers in the little girl's arms. The bouquet was so enormous that it buried her completely.
Xia Wanwan struggled to poke her little face out and pouted in displeasure.
They smell lovely, but they're too big.
This isn't a child-sized bouquet! Boohoo.
That sly Uncle Xia clearly wanted to give them to Mother.
She had become the third wheel between the two of them.
Yet Liu Wan still stood rooted to the spot. She wanted to ask something, but did not know how to put it.
Should she tell him that the winter plum she had planted had come from him?
Should she say that she had merely planted a winter plum tree and harbored no feelings for him?
But wouldn't such an explanation be like putting up a sign saying "No silver buried here," only making a fool of herself?
She was no fool, either. How could such a huge bouquet possibly be meant for a child? He was clearly using Wanwan to give it to...
At that thought, Liu Wan grew flustered.
She lowered her head slightly, murmured a few words of thanks, then hurried into the residence with the child in her arms.
Xia Siheng felt a pang of self-reproach.
Had his behavior reminded her of Xie Jin'an?
Once he was the only one left at the entrance, he asked Jing Wu, "Tell me, does she like me or not?"
Jing Wu said, "Those flowers are so beautiful. Surely no woman would dislike them."
Xia Siheng