The passenger seat was filled with red roses he had given her. Encased in exquisite black gauze packaging, it was an oversized bunch that filled the entire spacious seat. It was the Christmas she wanted.
Shen Jing leaned against the gull-wing door, a smile on her face. "Surely I'm not the only one you've sent roses to."
Zhou Luchen chuckled. He stubbed out the cigarette in his hand and casually opened the convertible's roof. "From now on, you'll have the most."
She was greedy, indeed.
Was this supposed to be appeasement? That's just how Zhou Luchen was.
Shen Jing's eyes curved into a smile. "I forgive you then."
Zhou Luchen turned with a smile, signaling her to get in the car.
She carefully straightened her cheongsam and bent down to pick up the roses. "Zhuang Ming," she instructed, "take them back to Yunding."
Zhuang Ming, having received the signal, came forward to take the roses.