CHAPTER 511: CHAPTER 314 REUNION 2_2

She gently sniffed, then felt that the fragrance was refreshing and very clean.

After Lu Mojing returned, he saw Qian Wei fussing with these flowers, and he walked over, "So many flowers? Who sent them?"

"Guess!" Qian Wei said with a smile.

Lu Mojing casually picked up a rose, "The flowers are too garish, not suited for you!"

Qian Wei gazed at him, and he continued, "Roses are too common, too flamboyant. You are a snow lotus from Heavenly Mountain, your beauty makes one’s heart crystal clear as well."

Qian Wei gave a faint smile, "I’m not that great, you speak of me as if I were a fairy!"

But Lu Mojing pulled her to sit down, "In my eyes, in my heart, you are the most beautiful fairy! Untainted by any worldly desires, without a trace of earthly vulgarity."

"Mojing, that is just an ideal state of life, after all, people still live in the mortal world, flowers bloom in hundreds of ways, and so do people." Qian Wei gazed at him.

Lu Mojing lightly nodded, "Whatever you say is fine."

The next day.

There had been a light rain last night, and in the morning when Qian Wei got up, she saw the ground covered with fallen petals.

The window was half-open, and all the rose petals had fallen to the ground....

Looking at such a scene, she couldn’t help feeling a bit sad.

It was just like the decline of a beauty, with fallen flowers scattered all around.

Although Qian Wei felt a slight sadness, she still picked up all the rose petals and placed them in a basket outside.

She just hoped that last night’s rain hadn’t drenched those two kids; as long as they had sold their flowers, had food to eat, and a place to stay, that would be good.

When Qian Wei went to work in the morning, she didn’t look very well.

Ji Su asked her, "What’s wrong?"

"It might be because of the rain last night, it destroyed all the flowers by my window. I feel it’s a pity," Qian Wei said.

Ji Su was surprised, "There was no rain last night!"

"The weather in City A is strange, some places didn’t get rain while others did," Qian Wei said softly.

Ji Su looked at her, "I was camping by the seaside last night, and it really didn’t rain... If you don’t believe me, call the meteorological bureau to check if there was localized rainfall yesterday?"

Qian Wei was doubtful, but if there had been no rain yesterday, what happened to the flowers by her window? Why were they destroyed by rain?

She checked the weather from last night and indeed, there had been no rain throughout the city.

Why had this happened?

Qian Wei didn’t understand!

She fell into deep thought, meaning that someone had created "artificial rain" deliberately, just to destroy her roses.

With this outcome, Qian Wei recalled what Lu Mojing had said yesterday; he disliked the gaudiness of the roses. Could it be him...

But those flowers were just bought from children!

Even when Gu Qingchen wanted to send her flowers, she refused!

Qian Wei’s heart suddenly felt a bit of heartache.

Lu Mojing apparently was such an ascetic god, disliking all flamboyant things, including women!

Even so, he should not have done that, destroying her flowers without her consent!

In the evening, when Lu Mojing came to pick up Qian Wei from work, she was somewhat unhappy.

He reached out to hold Qian Wei’s hand, "What’s the matter?"

Qian Wei, for the first time, did not place her hand in his palm, and walked towards the parking lot by herself.

That strong silhouette, like a straight poplar tree’s shadow, unexpectedly made Lu Mojing feel, for a moment, that she was angry with him!

This powerful psychologist drove towards the seaside.

She was angry, and he did not speak.

Moreover, he was very good-tempered, not blaming her one bit.

After reaching the seaside, Lu Mojing parked the car, and Qian Wei sat on the beach looking out at the sea.

Lu Mojing then went over to the basket of roses, lifted it up, and walked toward the seaside, extending his hand to scatter all the fallen petals into the seawater.

"What are you doing?" Qian Wei glared at him.

Lu Mojing still spoke in a good-natured tone, "The flowers have withered, let them go!"

Qian Wei said unhappily, "Why did you create artificial rain to destroy these flowers?"

Lu Mojing understood the reason for her anger, and seeing her pout unhappily, he said softly, "I’m sorry, I was jealous of the person who sent the roses!"

"They were just sent from children!" Seeing him say that, Qian Wei grew even angrier, "And I bought them with my own money. Is it because you find them too garish, and they conflict with your aesthetics, so you artificially made it rain to destroy my flowers?"

Lu Mojing did not argue or get angry, just gazed up at the still very blue sky.

Qian Wei then angrily went inside.

Lu Mojing drove out again, and bought back many flowers, this time not just red roses, but also tulips, and baby’s-breath among various other flowers, all placed on her windowsill.

The night breeze blew, and the fragrance of flowers wafted through the air.

Living by the seaside, with the fresh scent of flowers, this was already the most beautiful life.

This was the first time Qian Wei had been angry with Lu Mojing, and she didn’t sleep soundly. She knew the sound of his car returning, she knew he had moved the flower pots to her windowsill.

In the night, he was still dressed in a snow-white casual suit, making him look like a prince of unmatched beauty!

After a while, Lu Mojing went back to his room to sleep.

In the middle of the night, Qian Wei heard someone approaching the flower pots, and the sound of artificial rain; the sound of raindrops falling on the wooden house was exceptionally clear and distinct.

She used binoculars to look in the distance, especially where there was light, everything was clean, with not a trace of rain.

Thus, Qian Wei opened the door very angrily.

The man who was holding the water hose was startled by the homeowner opening the door, and he tumbled down from the roof.

With a "bang" he landed on the ground, apparently not lightly.