allonlinenovel Chapter 94 Arrogant Second-Generation Prodigy (Gong) VS Humble, Sensitive, and Invisible (Shou) [32]
Chapter 94 Arrogant Second-Generation Prodigy (Gong) VS Humble, Sensitive, and Invisible (Shou) [32]
Then, in order to properly arrange the bouquet, Lu Xingye asked the housekeeper to invite a professional florist to trim it.
Not only that, but he also picked and chose a ceramic vase that he liked in the villa.
When the housekeeper saw him come down with the vase, he was so frightened that his eyes widened, fearing that Lu Xingye would knock or bump it.
That vase was bought by Mr. Lu at an auction for a high price. It was a very valuable antique. After divorcing his wife, he didn't take it with him and left it here.
In short, the ceramic vase is more valuable than this villa.
Lu Xingye didn't care. He instructed the steward to take the vase and fill it with water.
When the butler took it, his hand trembled slightly. Seeing that Lu Xingye's tone left no room for argument, he had no choice but to do as he was told.
The florist unpacked the flowers, and the maid came over carrying a lot of decorative flowers.
Lu Xingye was extremely disgusted and immediately told them all to leave.
The florist was a little confused, not understanding why she had been invited.
Lu Xingye was getting impatient and told her to hurry up and unpack the flowers and arrange them properly.
To the uninformed, it would seem as if the flowers would wither and die if the florist had been a second late in unpacking them.
The florist had no choice but to speed up his work.
Lu Xingye sat upright on the sofa, supervising with a blank expression.
He would frown if the florist cut an extra section of the stem.
If even one extra leaf was cut, Lu Xingye would stand up in frustration and complain that the florist had torn off all the leaves, leaving the room bare and ugly.
The florist explained that to keep the flowers alive longer, you need to remove the lower leaves.
The young master was still unhappy, thinking it didn't look good.
In the end, the florist's skills were completely rendered useless under the young master's strict pickiness.
She could only follow Lu Xingye's instructions, simply cutting the stem at an angle and inserting it into the expensive ceramic vase.
Jiang Xiyu stood by the entire time the pruning was done, unable to bear watching.
The butler was heartbroken at the sight, and his face became even more wrinkled with worry.
He crept closer to Jiang Xiyu and asked, "Are your flowers made of gold?"
Jiang Xiyu rubbed her forehead, her tone strange: "I don't know either."
At this moment, Lu Xingye suddenly turned around, his gaze fixed intently on the distance between Jiang Xiyu and the butler.
Jiang Xiyu was very good at reading Lu Xingye's expression, and consciously took a step to the side.
Lu Xingye's brows relaxed a little, and he said to Jiang Xiyu, "Come here and take the flowers to my room."
Jiang Xiyu took the flowers to his bedroom, intending to place them on the coffee table.
But Lu Xingye insisted on having it placed on the bedside table.
The bedroom has a cool color scheme, so the appearance of this flower is a bit abrupt, but it is also very bright and beautiful.
In such a heartless place, there is finally a living creature.
So it was carefully pruned, nurtured in a vase, and placed where Lu Xingye could see it as soon as he opened his eyes.
However, real flowers will always wither when kept in a vase, especially since Lu Xingye did not have anyone trim the excess branches and leaves.
As a result, that bunch of lisianthus withered even faster.
Whenever a petal falls, Lu Xingye calls Jiang Xiyu to his room.
It was as if to tell him that the flowers were truly withering.
It was as if it was a subtle hint that he could buy him new flowers.
Every time Jiang Xiyu saw the tips of the petals turning yellow, she would tacitly agree to buy another bunch to make up for Lu Xingye's wish.
Since that time, the flowers in Lu Xingye's room have never withered again, not even showing the slightest sign of yellowing.
Jiang Xiyu will eventually go and change it.
Lu Xingye always saw the flowers in their most vibrant and lively bloom.
As a result, everyone in the villa knew that the flowers in the young master's room were being cared for very delicately by Jiang Xiyu.
Lu Xingye is also very delicate.
Jiang Xiyu would send him different kinds of flowers every two days, including blue star flowers, bellflowers, and glorious lilies. The only constant was that there were always lisianthus flowers.
Only lisianthus will always be there, and it will never change.
Because someone takes good care of you.
Taking care of the flowers is like taking care of him.
Although Lu Xingye didn't say it, he would fiddle with the flowers for a long time before going to bed, and then use his phone to look up the meaning of the new bouquet that Jiang Xiyu had given him.
He is satisfied.
Even if you know the answer, you have to pretend you don't.
He insisted on calling Jiang Xiyu to his bedroom so he could explain it to him personally.
To deal with this, Jiang Xiyu would always search for the meaning of flowers before buying them.
If he gave the flowers as gifts simply because they looked nice, but the flowers had a bad meaning, Lu Xingye wouldn't let him off easily.
In the evening, Jiang Xiyu would come to change the water for the flowers as usual.
But every time she went to his room to change the water, the two of them would inexplicably kiss.
If you accidentally make eye contact, yes.
If you accidentally bump into the other person, yes.
Even breathing too loudly would draw complaints from Lu Xingye, and then...
After making so many mistakes, Jiang Xiyu got used to it.
The next time he came to Lu Xingye's room, he was smarter. He brought his homework with him and tricked Lu Xingye into writing it for him. Once Lu Xingye finished, he could do whatever he wanted with him.
And so, Jiang Xiyu never did her homework again, her face always turning as red as if she had drunk fake alcohol.
Forced against the glass door of the balcony, the curtains and the fog on the glass became a mess.
Warm light poured out, and the ambiguous silhouettes of the two gradually appeared in the clear mist.
The winter sky was heavy, and only that bedroom on the third floor was lit, like a star fallen into the night. The sky became a stage at that moment, so the beams of light that were cut into pieces and sneaked out of the bedroom were particularly noticeable.
The light and shadow fell in the air, creating an incredibly beautiful scene.
The butler, who had just entered the villa, happened to look up and witness this intimate scene.
The curtains were brushed open and then closed again; everything felt so unreal.
The housekeeper remained frozen in shock, his hands and feet ice-cold.
He was certain that he had seen it clearly and that he had not misread it.
He saw that the boy, who seemed to be a prodigy, the boy who always seemed to have a bad temper, raise his arm as if holding the chin of another boy in his arms, pant for a moment, and then lower his head to kiss him.
Under the warm light, the moment he looked up, panting, the contours of his face appeared more gentle than ever before.
They approached each other quietly and intimately.
……
The snowflakes in the night sky had stopped sometime earlier.
The wind it brought no longer seemed so bone-chillingly cold.
But clearly, this winter has only just begun.
Winter, which Lu Xingye hates most, has only just begun...
But the housekeeper was caught off guard; on such an ordinary winter night, he saw the first smile the housekeeper had given to winter.