Spring was in the air.
Lin Gantang trimmed the clusters of longevity flowers and arranged them on the living room's flower stand.
Mr. Lin, while openly criticizing his daughter, was extremely jealous and visited her at the Wen family's house every other day.
Mr. Lin said, "Ah, can't help it, a child without a mother needs a father to worry more."
At that moment, he was in the kitchen having a culinary exchange with Wen Rendong.
Lin Gantang leisurely held the pruned eryngium flowers, mixed with blue star flowers and black seed grass, topped with a few roses, breathtakingly beautiful.
She wrapped the bouquet herself and handed it to Aunt Zhong, "Please ask the driver to deliver this to the company."
Seeing the bouquet, Aunt Zhong knew it was for Wen Yanqing and cheerfully said, "Doesn't madam want to add a card with a few words?"
"Leave a message, too." Lin Gantang teased, "Or should I just write a love letter instead?"
"That would be nice."