The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress-Chapter 674 - : 268 roses look good in her hands only, ranked number 1 in points

Chapter 674: 268 roses look good in her hands only, ranked number 1 in points

Every stage of life has its own significance.

Jiang Fulai always had a clear plan for his life, wanting to show her the beautiful and mysterious side of this world was true, as was his desire to take her to see the snow-capped mountains.

As time stretched on, Jiang Fulai thought, he was not someone who pleased others, but he could not hide it when it came to her.

He hung his head low, blocking the light from the side, casting his profile in a distinct chill, while his usually profound and aloof features now seemed somewhat softer.

Outside the window, someone was setting off fireworks, and a rose-shaped firework blossomed in the sky.

It was rare for this area to have fireworks, and the sudden explosion of fireworks brought many exclamations from below.

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Bai Lian looked up, her wrist still casually resting on the windowsill, not seeming too surprised; she had been in this world for over a year, and Jiang He was the first friend she made here.

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She remembered that night vividly, the moon was beautiful, and she was waiting with Jiang He for his brother, calling the wrong name at their first meeting, a memory too significant to forget, yet she realized that it was often this man who stayed by her side.

Together, they had walked through the countless quiet and deserted streets of Purest Street.

But indeed Jiang Fulai was someone who did not indulge in worldly pleasures, a man who stood above the clouds, revered and feared even by He Wen, proud and arrogant, that kind of noble son.

The fireworks outside continued to climb and explode in the air, the light flashing on and off in his eyes.

Jiang University’s confident and composed young master seemed not so confident at this moment.

His other hand was placed on her wrist that rested outside the window, his fingers always cool, the temperature at the tips showing distinct restraint.

Bai Lian looked at him for a while, “Go open the door, there’s someone outside.”

Jiang Fulai made an “oh” sound, subconsciously loosened his grip, and turned to walk to the front to open the door.

The meal had arrived.

The manager bowed his head, conscientiously serving the dishes with respect, at this window, one could still see the last fireworks blooming.

He served the dishes and then quickly withdrew.

They also brought a pot of tea, purple sand tea pot and cup.

Jiang Fulai extended his hand out of habit to pour a cup of tea for the position opposite him, bending calmly to set the tea cup and pot in place, his shirt outlining the slight arc of muscle on his body.

Bai Lian still leaned casually by the window, hands clasped together, her right hand holding his glasses that were left on the windowsill, still in a very relaxed state. She watched Jiang Fulai pouring tea and arranging the tableware.

The yellow, bright tea soup was fragrant with orchid notes as it was poured.

“They serve Old Ban Zhang here?” Bai Lian looked at him and laughed.

“Hmm,” Jiang Fulai started uncovering the silver lids on the silver dish, his voice ever calm and steady, “All stores under the Jiang Family have it.”

“When do you think is the best season to go?” Bai Lian moved to the side of the dining table, the fireworks outside having vanished.

Jiang Fulai did not catch on, “What?”

“I mean,” Bai Lian sat opposite him, setting his glasses aside, she looked up leisurely, “when are you planning to take me?”

Jiang Fulai sat in place, the feelings hidden deep inside his heart spread through the corners of Xiangcheng along with the fleeting fireworks outside, receiving a response.

“Ah,” he was still lost in thought, “Anytime is fine, when do you want to go?”

Bai Lian picked up the tea cup and slowly took a sip.

The Old Ban Zhang with some years behind it had a rich, full-bodied tea aroma, and the strength of the tea’s body was immediately apparent upon tasting, dense and smooth, leaving a sweet aftertaste.

“Let’s go during the winter break,” Bai Lian thought for a moment, “but it’s not fixed, there seems to be a summer camp during the holiday.”

As she spoke, Jiang Fulai finally came to his senses; he sat up, blinked, and pressed his right hand against the table edge to stand, his rolled-up sleeve revealing his cold white wrist with slightly pronounced veins and his left hand, roughened by calluses, gently caressed her chin, and he almost whispered as he kissed the side of her lips, “Okay.”

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After eating, they returned to Shanhai Apartment.

They passed by the affiliated middle school.

At this time, even the students of Jiang University Affiliated Middle School were on holiday.

Aunt Zhang had opened a flower shop at the affiliated middle school, and her business was not yet closed at this hour, seemingly doing quite well as delivery guys would come by to pick up flowers.

Jiang Fulai parked the car on the roadside.

He usually did not care for the frivolities of romance whether it be roses, Chinese roses, or even foxtail grass; they were all the same in his eyes.

Facing Young Master Jiang, Aunt Zhang also felt somewhat intimidated, she asked, “Still just one rose?”