Flash Marriage, Deep Love-Chapter 39 Anniversary

"Don’t drink too much! Tonight, I’ll decide. Come on, I’ll take you to drink some soup."

The car quickly drove out of the villa area. Chen Wenyu, who was standing on the second floor, only retracted her gaze after the car completely disappeared into the night.

"Guotao, it was Mi Wan who brought Mi Jing here. She wants to take all your assets!" Chen Wenyu angrily walked to the bedside and complained harshly.

"We’ll talk about this later. Take me to the hospital." The pain hadn’t subsided for a long time. Song Guotao held his vitals with both hands, his face still pale with pain.

Could he really be seriously injured?

Chen Wenyu thought in horror, covering her gaping mouth, "Guotao, you... you..."

"Help me get dressed quickly!"

Song Guotao was already seething with anger. Now, with Chen Wenyu stammering and dawdling, he became even more impatient, glaring at her and shouting loudly.

"Oh, oh, okay!" Chen Wenyu hurriedly responded, fumbling to help Song Guotao get dressed.

After completing an emergency surgery, it was already 8:23 PM. Shen Lingxing changed clothes and then called Mi Jing, wanting to ask if she’d had dinner, but a mechanical voice from his phone reminded him: Sorry, the number you dialed is currently switched off...

Frustrated, Shen Lingxing ended the call, rubbed his brow, and thought, Mi Jing seemed even busier than he was these days, leaving early and returning late every day. He could only see her briefly before bed at night.

Buzz buzz—

Just then, his phone vibrated in his hand. Shen Lingxing glanced at the screen and saw it was a call from his grandmother. Without much hesitation, he swiped the screen to answer.

"You brat, just how long are you going to be busy? You need to bring Jingjing home for dinner tomorrow night. If you don’t come back, then don’t come back at all!" His grandmother’s voice on the other end was obviously agitated and furious.

"Grandma..."

"That’s it! I’ve said it; you do what you think is best!"

Beep beep...

Listening to the hurried busy tone, Shen Lingxing sighed helplessly. When he picked up his phone earlier, he had seen his grandmother’s multiple missed calls. But judging by the situation, even if he had time, Mi Jing might not.

The night was deep as the silver Rolls-Royce glided through it, slowly pulling into the residential area.

But tonight, the security guard seemed somewhat sluggish. The boom gate, which usually rose quickly from afar, was still motionless. Seeing this, Shen Lingxing had to brake and stop the car.

"Mr. Shen, this is the flower and dessert you bought for Mrs. Shen, right? The delivery company dropped them off two hours ago. Since you weren’t home, I signed for it on your behalf." As soon as the car stopped, a middle-aged security guard jogged over with a large bouquet of roses and a beautifully packaged box. As the window rolled down, he smiled at Shen Lingxing.

Flowers?

Today wasn’t any special occasion. He hadn’t even thought about sending flowers to Mi Jing, let alone buying any.

"Are you sure the recipient is Mi Jing?" Shen Lingxing looked at the security guard outside the window, thinking there might be a mistake and confirming once more.

"Yes." The guard nodded confidently and handed Shen Lingxing the delivery slip.

There was no mistake. It was his address, and Mi Jing’s name was clearly written in the recipient field.

After a moment, Shen Lingxing glanced at the bouquet in the guard’s arms; the vibrant roses almost covered half of the guard’s body. Such a large bouquet couldn’t fit through the window, so Shen Lingxing pressed the door switch and instructed, "Please place the items in the back seat."

"Sure." The guard responded readily, swiftly opened the back door, bent down to put the items inside, and then stepped back and gently closed the door.

Beep—

The guard took out a remote control from his pocket, pressed a button, and the boom gate slowly rose with a beep, clearing the way.

The car moving in the night was like a silver streak of lightning. After a few smooth turns, it parked securely in its designated spot in the parking lot.

Getting out of the car, Shen Lingxing took out the roses and the box from inside. Just as he was about to close the door, he noticed a card that had fallen on the seat. He casually picked it up, glancing at it.

Under the dim light, Shen Lingxing’s expression changed subtly, his face slightly darkening as he read the card.

Back home, as soon as Mi Jing entered, she saw the large bouquet of roses on the coffee table, secretly surprised. Such an extravagant gesture, could it be that Shen Lingxing was confessed to by some wealthy girl?

Thinking about this, Mi Jing turned to look at Shen Lingxing, only to see him sitting at the dining table, eating noodles alone.

Must he be this pitiful?

Mi Jing had already had her fill. Seeing Shen Lingxing eating noodles by himself, she felt a bit guilty, "Are you just eating noodles? How about I make you some fried rice with an egg?"

"No need." Shen Lingxing paused, then said, "The stuff on the coffee table is yours."

The flowers were for her?

"This..."

Mi Jing looked at Shen Lingxing in surprise, just about to ask who sent them when a nonchalant male voice floated over, "There’s a card too, on the coffee table. You can see who sent them."

Who would send her flowers?

Such a waste of money and impractical—anyone who knew her wouldn’t send something like that. To her, edible things were the best and most practical.

With doubts in her mind, Mi Jing walked to the coffee table, picked up the pink card, and looked closely. The familiar handwriting from her memory instantly came into view.

Jingjing, today is our anniversary. I wish you happiness. Forever loving you, Jie.

Disgusting!

Mi Jing’s expression changed quickly, her pretty face turning dark. She ripped the card into pieces and threw the now shredded, once exquisite card into the trash.

What kind of bullshit anniversary was he talking about? What was there to commemorate? She had long forgotten it, not wanting to remember or bring it up. All the beautiful past had been ruined by him. So now, what was Han Xiujie trying to do? Regret it? Reminisce about the past?

Humph, Mi Jing silently sneered, then grabbed the large bouquet of roses and walked out, heading straight to the first-floor trash can. She waved her hands, and the roses made a graceful arc in the air, landing perfectly in the trash.

Clap clap—

Mi Jing clapped her hands, satisfied as she looked at the bright roses amidst the garbage. She smiled contentedly, then turned around and took the elevator back up.

Ding—

The elevator door opened, but Mi Jing didn’t move. At this moment, she furrowed her brow, lost in thought. How did Han Xiujie know she lived here? Did he send these things just to reminisce, or was he trying to make Shen Lingxing suspicious?