Duan Linfeng looked at Lu Chiyan with eager anticipation. " Yanyan, don't worry, I remember everything you said. I will definitely deliver all 99 bouquets of roses. I won't let you down."
Lu Chiyan: "???"
As Duan Linfeng Lu Chiyan spoke, Qin Sili looked at Lu Chiyan, his resentful eyes seemingly filled with accusation: Is this your reason for insisting on picking that bouquet of flowers out of the trash can?
Lu Chiyan understood Qin Sili's look, and he was completely horrified!
[No, why are you looking at me like that? I'm innocent! I really didn't know it was him who gave it to me! If I had known it was him, I would have thrown it away long ago! Ugh, no, I wouldn't have accepted it in the first place!]
Hearing Lu Chiyan's heartfelt words, Qin Sili's gloomy expression softened somewhat.
Fearing Qin Sili might misunderstand again, Lu Chiyan quickly warned Duan Linfeng in a very harsh tone, "Stop doing these useless things. We've broken up. I don't like you anymore. No matter how many roses you send, it won't matter. I won't take your flowers, and I don't want anything to do with you anymore. Don't come looking for me again."
After saying that, Lu Chiyan slammed the door shut.
After the door closed, Lu Chiyan immediately saw the bouquet of roses that he had just placed in the entryway.
At first, he thought it was a gift from a fan and didn't want to waste their good intentions.
Now that he knew it was Duan Linfeng who sent it, Lu Chiyan felt increasingly disgusted and repulsed the more he looked at the roses.
He strode forward, and with a look of anger and disgust, threw the roses into the trash can. Still not satisfied, he said to Qin Sili, "You're right, trash should stay in the trash can."
He had originally planned to go out for dinner, at a restaurant that Lu Chiyan had been looking forward to for a long time, and he was in high spirits.
But Duan Linfeng's interference completely ruined Lu Chiyan's interest, and he had no desire to open the door again.
Lu Chiyan sat on the sofa, sulking.
"Aren't you going out?" Qin Sili asked.
Lu Chiyan snorted but didn't say anything.
But in my heart I thought--
[Going out?! What a load of rubbish! If I open the door and see that bastard again, I'll lose my appetite and won't be able to eat for the rest of the month! And what's with this '99 bouquets of roses' nonsense?! I can't even look at roses the same way again! I'm not eating anymore, I might as well starve to death.]
"Alright, since you don't want to go out, then we won't," Qin Sili said. "Then we'll have the hotel send us food, and we'll eat here."
As he spoke, Qin Sili called Fang Zhi and Fang Zhi to make the arrangements.
Not long after, the doorbell rang again.
Lu Chiyan is starting to have PTSD; he's really afraid it'll be that madman Duan Linfeng again.
But thankfully it wasn't.
Qin Sili went to open the door. It was a hotel employee who said he was there to collect the trash. He then came in and took the bouquet of roses from the trash can.
The hotel sends someone to clean every day, but this is not the time when the hotel comes to clean.
Lu Chiyan asked Qin Sili, "Did you send someone to collect it?"
"Hmm," Qin Sili said, "Since it's trash, it shouldn't be in this room."
really.
It's upsetting to look at.
Good thing it's been taken.
But to Lu Chiyan's surprise, after the waiter took away the bouquet of roses, he brought over a dozen more bouquets of sage, filling the entire room.
Lu Chiyan looked at Qin Sili in surprise. "You had it delivered?"
"Yes," Qin Sili said. "From now on, I will send you ninety-nine bunches of chamomile every day."
Sending flowers, right?
Ninety-nine bundles, right?
Who doesn't know how to send flowers?