Chapter 12 Sea of Flowers_1

After the bath, Shen Chu'an wrapped herself in a bathrobe and went downstairs. Fu Huaichen was already sitting on the sofa downstairs, dressed to the nines.

The ceiling towered eight meters high. Looking down from the second floor, all the furniture seemed tiny, but Huaichen never appeared small no matter where he was. Under the enormous crystal chandeliers, his facial features were handsome and striking. His long, slender index finger lightly touched his forehead, as if he were troubled by something.

"Do we have to return to the company later?"

Outside, the sky had already darkened. The exterior walls of the mansion and the garden were lined with lights, casting a warm, glowing atmosphere.

Huaichen nodded, adopting a business-like tone, "You did well today. The word has come that our companies can go into deeper collaboration next year. I need to hurry back to finalize the contract details," as if the previous moments of intimacy and domineering possessiveness had never happened.

Shen Chu'an was already used to this and smiled faintly, "Will you be able to come back tonight?"

"I'll try my best," he said, glancing at his watch.

Shen Chu'an felt curious, "It seems like you're waiting for something?"

Huaichen's tone was indifferent, "I'm waiting for your wedding gift and your bonus."

It made sense about the bonus, but a wedding gift? What was it that Mr. Fu was waiting for specifically?

It wasn't long before the gift arrived.

The butler walked in from outside, nodded respectfully, and said, "President, the items have arrived."

"Have them brought in," Huaichen commanded.

"Yes."

Shen Chu'an's curiosity intensified. What on earth could it be that needed to be carried in?

Just as she was about to step out to see for herself, the butler stopped her, suggesting with a smile, "It will take some time to set up the gift. Perhaps you should go upstairs first and change into a different outfit?"

Without further ado, three servants pulled her upstairs and led her directly to the wardrobe.

Shen Chu'an had been living in the villa for about ten days, but it was her first time realizing that there was a wardrobe room meant specifically for her.

"This was prepared on the president's specific orders this morning," the butler said in a sharp suit. He pulled a pair of white gloves from his pocket, put them on, and respectfully opened the door for her.

"So this is the surprise he prepared for..."

Entering, she clearly saw everything inside the wardrobe room and gasped in astonishment.

The size of the wardrobe room was at least seventy square meters!

The house she lived in with her family of four when she was a child was only sixty-seven square meters after subtracting the shared space!

Is this the world of the wealthy?

The wardrobe room was arranged brightly and spacious. Right inside the entrance was a full-length mirror. There was a couch in the middle with a tea service and the like. To the left, there was a wall of handbags with at least seven or eight worth millions each. On another wall was a myriad of dresses and high heels.

The vanity was covered with top-brand cosmetics, needless to say. A dazzling array of jewelry took up another wall, housed in glass cabinets with remote controls. With the press of a button, billions worth of jewelry would spin before her like riding a Ferris wheel.

Shen Chu'an involuntarily covered her mouth, exhaling an unworldly gasp of awe, her pupils trembling from shock.

"Are these... all... for me?" She pointed to the lavish items and then pointed at herself.

"Yes."

The three servants came over and pulled over several clothes racks, displaying over a dozen magnificent dresses before her eyes.

"Isn't it a bit too extravagant to wear this late at night?"

The butler smiled and looked at her, "The president is waiting for you."

"Alright then," she acquiesced.

Shen Chu'an selected a sky-blue dress, its shimmering fabric adorned with sparkling rhinestones. After putting it on, a servant chose a pair of white crystal-studded high-heeled shoes from the shoe closet for her. Then one person did her hair while another did her makeup and helped her with her jewelry.

After nearly two hours of preparation, she looked at the reflection of herself in the mirror. Her hair was meticulously coiffed, adorned with a small, crystal crown decoration on the side. Her face was painted with the latest trend in makeup—bare and natural—reducing the inherent allure and soft charm in her eyes and adding a bit of naïve innocence.

A necklace of imperial green jade festooned her swan-like neck, with L Brand's newly released ten-carat flawless square-cut diamond adorning her hand.

This attire was akin to that of a top-tier celebrity walking the red carpet abroad.

It elevated an ordinary girl of unremarkable family background to an unattainable and shining presence.

Yet it was nine o'clock at night, and she was in her own home, waiting for Fu Huaichen to return to the office for a meeting, while she should have been off to bed, as she had to get up early for work the next day.

So, what was he up to? Good heavens, could it be that Fu Huaichen was planning to throw her a surprise wedding ceremony on the spot?

With that thought, she was escorted downstairs.

Upon seeing the decorations on the lower floor, Shen Chu'an nearly tumbled down the stairs.

It had turned into a sea of flowers.

The fervently blooming flowers were the same ones she had seen at Huaichen's grandmother's house; back then, she had mentioned them in passing—had Shen Chu'an really bought her a whole roomful?

The fragrance of flowers, surrounded by large petals still holding dewdrops, was enhanced by the placement of fairy lights; the warm yellow glow made the blossoms even more delicate and resplendent.

Step by step, Shen Chu'an descended, speechless on the floral carpet underfoot.

Fu Huaichen, still in his suit, extended his hand with gentlemanly grace as she reached the last step.

For a moment, Shen Chu'an felt like she was in a trance, and she stealthily bit her tongue to check if she was dreaming.

Even if it were a dream, it would be too lavish, too absurd!

A sting on her tongue, a faint sweet metallic taste filled her mouth—this was no dream.

"You...weren't you supposed to go...to the company to sign a contract?" Shen Chu'an stammered, her mind dizzy.

Fu Huaichen showed no particular reaction, his expression calm.

"There's still some time. This is a reward for your outstanding work," he paused then added in a teasing tone, "Next month, the jewelry brand under our company has a fashion show, and you would be quite suitable as a model."

Shen Chu'an tugged at the corner of her mouth awkwardly, yet couldn't help but her eyes began to moisten.

Which girl in the world could withstand such a romantic onslaught? Hadn't they agreed to a contract marriage? This was too much of a breach!

When she walked over and grasped Fu Huaichen's hand, suddenly, a melodious and graceful piece of music began to play.

Oh, she had been too preoccupied with the surprise of the sea of flowers to notice that Huaichen had even hired a band!

Two violinists, a cellist, a flutist, and another instrument Shen Chu'an didn't recognize. The band, uniformly dressed in tailcoats, played a piece of A Midsummer Night's Dream.

Shen Chu'an and Fu Huaichen danced together amidst the flowers and music.

Thankfully, she had learned a bit of ballroom dance in college, so she wasn't completely at a loss now.

The music was soothing, the dance graceful, and she gradually relaxed from her initial discomposure and embarrassment.

In the light, Fu Huaichen's tall frame exuded strength, while his handsome and aloof features seemed to possess a magical allure—wherever his gaze fell, it kindled a fervent warmth.

As the dance ended, Shen Chu'an couldn't help but close her eyes, tiptoeing to press her lips against Fu Huaichen's in a deep kiss.

She had to admit that, under that gaze, in that atmosphere, she was a bit captivated.

"I really like this gift," she said, her breath heavy with intense longing.

Fu Huaichen seemed to smile, "I'm glad you like it."

He glanced at his watch, "I need to leave now."

"Oh, and remember, Mrs. Fu, work starts at eight tomorrow morning, don't be late."