The fact that the madam had seemingly cuckolded the boss right under her nose was no small matter.
Wu Juan was a dedicated and responsible secretary who always tried to solve problems for the boss. She quickly snapped a secret photo of Li Xiyu receiving the flowers and sent it to Song Yi'an.
However, Song Yi'an's focus after receiving the photo was a bit strange.
"Why does she seem unhappy?"
Wu Juan was a seasoned veteran in the workplace. She had originally intended to remind Song Yi'an that he was focusing on the wrong thing, but she suddenly realized—could it be that the boss had sent these flowers?
She asked tentatively, "Mr. Song, did you send the flowers?"
"Yes. Didn't you tell me that there were always gossips about her? Now I'm announcing to the world that she has a boyfriend. This way, the rumors will be stopped once and for all."
Wu Juan almost rolled her eyes to the sky.
Was Mr. Song really sending the flowers to clear the madam of the rumors?
Or was it because he had visited the office yesterday and found two young and handsome guys there, so he was in a hurry to assert his sovereignty?
Of course, a good secretary should keep her mouth shut when she sees something. She gently reminded, "Mr. Song, did you tell the madam before sending the flowers?"
"If I had told her, would it still be a surprise?"
"What if the madam mistakes them for being sent by someone else?"
Hearing this, Song Yi'an finally realized the seriousness of the situation. He quickly sent a message to Li Xiyu and asked, "Do you like the flowers?"
Only then did Li Xiyu know that the flowers were sent by Song Jiaye. She was as if in mourning: "Song Jiaye, are you cursing me to death? Why did you send me flowers?"
"How could this be cursing you to death? I sent you the flowers to clear you of the rumors." Song Yi'an belatedly realized the cultural differences between modern times and ancient times. He quickly added, "In modern times, sending flowers is a way to express love."
Actually, judging from her colleagues' reactions, Li Xiyu could more or less guess the reason. However, there was now a more troublesome problem than the flowers.
She now understood that "boyfriend" didn't mean an ordinary male friend but a lover.
"Then tell me, how should I answer when they ask me about my 'boyfriend'?"
"You can answer however you like. Once everyone knows that you have a boyfriend, they won't keep speculating about you."
Li Xiyu couldn't help but complain.
"You're not helping me at all. You're just causing me trouble."
Song Yi'an: "..." It seemed that she really didn't like this gift.
At this time, her colleagues were still pestering Li Xiyu with questions.
"Xiyu, your boyfriend can afford such expensive flowers. He must be very rich."
To avoid suspicion, Li Xiyu of course couldn't imagine that the person was Song Yi'an. She smiled and said, "It's okay, it's okay."
"Where is your boyfriend from? How did you two meet? How come we never heard you mention that you had a boyfriend?"
"We grew up together. He lives next door to me. He's a very low - key person and doesn't like to make a big deal out of things."
"Come on. He even sent flowers to the office. How can he be low - key?"
"What's your boyfriend's surname? Bring him out to meet us next time."
"He has the surname Zhou."
...
Li Xiyu calmly dealt with the questions. Wu Juan could only admire her for telling lies so smoothly.
In the evening, Li Xiyu carried the roses home. If she hadn't heard her colleagues say that the flowers were very expensive, she would have thrown them into the trash can.
Seeing her carry the flowers home, Song Yi'an felt quite pleased.
"Look, even though she says she doesn't like them, her actions are quite honest."
When Li Xiyu carried the flowers home, Sister Liu was also very happy. She thought that Mr. Song had finally learned to be romantic.
Li Xiyu handed the flowers to Sister Song.
Sister Song took them with a smile and said, "I'll find a nice vase to put the flowers in."
"No need. Just find a basket."
"A basket? How can you put the flowers in a basket?"
"You don't need to put them in. Just pick the petals off. I'll use them for my bath."
In ancient times, it was quite normal to throw flower petals into the bathtub. This was the only use Li Xiyu could think of for this bunch of flowers.
Song Yi'an, who had just stepped into the door: "..."
In the evening, Li Xiyu took a fragrant flower - petal bath with the bathtub full of petals. Song Yi'an didn't feel bad about the flowers, but he just couldn't figure out what Li Xiyu meant.
Picking the flowers apart right in front of him, did this mean she was rejecting him? But if she was rejecting him and didn't like the flowers, wouldn't it be easier to just throw them away?
Alas, a woman's heart is like the needle at the bottom of the sea.
Li Xiyu's work life passed amidst Song Yi'an's confusion and Li Xiyu's innocence. The "Spring Yu Collection" project was gradually getting on track.
And Li Xiyu was about to go on a business trip for the first time in her life.
The destination was the capital.
Li Xiyu was packing her luggage while Song Yi'an stood at the door, leaning against the doorframe and watching her.
"The weather in the capital is cold. Bring an extra coat. The wind is strong there, so bring your skin - protection cream too."
He was so nagging, nothing like the decisive Mr. Song in the workplace.
"Okay, I know." Li Xiyu replied impatiently while packing.
Song Yi'an lingered at the door for a long time. In the end, all he wanted to ask was, "Are you sure you can go alone? Do you need my help?"
Every time Song Jiaye asked such a question, Li Xiyu would just shake her head.
"I can handle it myself."
She was determined to do things on her own.
Moreover, she also wanted to prove herself through this trip and show her colleagues in the office.
After all, all the rumors originated from the idea that she was unworthy of her position. If she wanted to completely solve her colleagues' dissatisfaction, she naturally had to show her true capabilities.
Seeing Li Xiyu so full of enthusiasm, Song Yi'an felt like an old father sending his daughter off. His eyes suddenly turned a bit red.
Li Xiyu didn't need him, but he was already reluctant to let her go.
Li Xiyu boarded the plane to the capital. Wu Juan naturally accompanied her the whole way. What they didn't know was that Song Yi'an was sitting in the business - class cabin in the front of the plane. He would often lift the curtain and look in Li Xiyu's direction, which made the flight attendants come and ask him several times.
"Sir, do you need anything?"
In order not to look like a creepy stalker, Song Yi'an had to sit up straight.
Actually, he didn't come just for Li Xiyu this time.
To be more precise, it wasn't only for Li Xiyu.
After he had dealt with Song Yunsheng at the Mingyue Hotel that day, Song Yunsheng had been very active after returning to the capital. These days, Old Mr. Song had called Song Yi'an many times, and his tone was full of the helplessness of an aging hero.
Song Yunsheng was running amok in the company, and Old Mr. Song really couldn't control him.
Song Yi'an knew that this was the horn signaling the coming of a great battle.
And one of the main purposes of his boarding the plane to the capital this time was: to fight back.