"Can you get off work early tonight?"

Wen Nuan was intently watching Tong Xi act on set when her phone vibrated in her pocket. She took it out and saw it was a text message from Leng Yan, her lips curled into a smile. She quickly typed a few lines and sent them back:

"I finished work early, now I’m at the set watching Xixi’s shoot. What’s up?"

Leaving the Leng Group building, Leng Yan got into the car, glanced at the text Wen Nuan just sent, and a hint of amusement flashed in his charming eyes.

At the set, huh? Seems I don’t need to pick her up at MT; we can head home together directly in a bit.

He happened to have some errands to run near the studio’s area and planned to pass by MT on his way back. He hadn’t had lunch with her or taken her back earlier, so while handling company matters in the afternoon, he thought about how to make it up to her.

Buy a bouquet of flowers, perhaps. From our marriage till now, I’ve never given her a bouquet of flowers. Thinking about it now, I feel quite ashamed.

"Sir, what kind of flowers do you want? Who are they for? I can give you some recommendations." As soon as he stepped into a flower shop, a cheerful salesperson immediately greeted him.

Leng Yan frowned slightly.

Apart from Ji Wei, he had never given flowers to any woman. Back then, every Valentine’s Day, he would, like other guys, prepare a rose for the woman he loved. He clearly remembered the brilliance and happiness in Ji Wei’s sparkling eyes when he gave her roses.

She also said he should keep giving her flowers until they were both too old to have teeth. She said roses were too expensive, no need to give too many, just one every Valentine’s Day would do, to show that she was his one and only...

Those days...

Leng Yan furrowed his brows.

Those promises of the past had long been gently swept away by the winds of time and his faded love for her. There’s no going back...

"Sir, who will you be giving the flowers to?" The salesperson, after enthusiastically describing several kinds of flowers without eliciting a response from Leng Yan, stopped to ask softly.

"They’re for my wife." Imagining Wen Nuan’s pretty little face when she receives his flowers, the sternness in his expression melted into softness.

The past is beyond recall. Cherish the present. The girl on set had unknowingly walked into his life and stirred his heart. He liked seeing her smile-filled face, liked her unabashed laughter on the street, liked when she told him, "Yan, I love you."

More than anything, he loved her rarely spoken but tender term of endearment, "Husband."

He was her husband; she was his wife.

In his eyes, this commonplace term was the most romantic in the world. Even when mentioning it to a stranger in the shop, it felt like a serene and warm happiness.

"What kind of flowers does your wife like?" The salesperson still had a smile on her face, though her heart was racing with excitement.

What a handsome man, and so charismatic! From the moment he walked in, she had already liked him from the bottom of her heart. But it was just an admiration kind of liking. How many who came into this shop weren’t buying flowers for their girlfriends? So facing handsome guys, everyone just quietly swooned a little.

Besides, they say handsome men are often fickle, so gradually, she had lost interest in handsome guys.

But this one captured her attention. Especially when he uttered the word "wife," though dressed in sleek black, and presenting a stern demeanor, he seemed like a gentle, passionate prince, captivating anyone’s heart.

She really wanted her boyfriend to come and learn the tender sentiment Leng Yan exuded.

What kind of flowers does Nuannuan like?

A simple question left Leng Yan stumped. Before entering the flower shop, he’d only impulsively decided to buy a bouquet but didn’t know which she preferred.

Rubbing his nose, Leng Yan felt a bit embarrassed. "What do most women like?"

He thought about calling Wen Nuan but wanted to give her a romantic surprise. After some thought, he decided to follow the salesperson’s recommendations, picking something popular; hopefully, he wouldn’t get it wrong.

"What do most like?" The salesperson frowned slightly, her initial good impression dwindling sharply.

She thought he was a man who loved his wife dearly, yet he didn’t even know her favorite flowers? Alas, in this, he’s outdone by her boyfriend. At least hers knew clearly what she liked to eat, what colors she liked.

"Oh, I’m not very romantic and have never given my wife flowers. Please suggest something." Leng Yan’s smile was a bit awkward.

He deserved the disdain for his neglect. Even he blamed himself for showing little care toward Wen Nuan.

"Alright then." The salesperson smiled and pointed to vibrant roses, "Why not roses? They might be a bit cliché, but no woman can resist their charm, after all, they’re symbols of love."

Leng Yan glanced at the roses and gently smiled, "Okay, wrap me a bouquet."

Clichéd as it may be, at least it could express his love, hoping Nuannuan would like it when she sees it.

Leaving with the bouquet, Leng Yan placed it in the trunk, looking at the roses lying quietly there, his deep-set eyes filled with gentle smiles.

Nuannuan, you will like them, right?

Leng Ye had just met with an American businessman friend visiting City N from the United States. Upon leaving the coffee shop, he saw Leng Yan’s car parked in front of the flower shop and couldn’t help but squint, pulling his car to the side of the road. Watching Leng Yan coming out with a bouquet of roses, the vivid red color stung his eyes.

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