There was a summary meeting to be held today, and Wen Siheng sent a WeChat message in advance saying that he would be back very late.
Jian Anran, who received her salary at the end of the month, took the bus to a nearby supermarket to buy ingredients and take home, intending to put it to use.
As soon as the elevator door opened, there was a bouquet of white platycodon flowers on the table opposite, with a card stuck on the flower.
"I will be right here waiting for you."
While she was wondering if the property management company had delivered the goods to the wrong building, Jian Anran picked up the delivery note that had fallen next to her and looked at it——
Room 3203, Building 12, Qishangyunduan, Mr. Wen will take over.
When you get closer and smell it, the fragrance is fresh and the light floral fragrance can only be smelled by closing your eyes and smelling it carefully.
Was it sent by some organization?
Wen Siheng is well-known in the industry. Every time during the holidays, companies or organizations he has worked with will send flowers and gifts.
It didn't seem to be anything unusual. Without much hesitation, Jian Anran brought the bouquet in together.
After entering the door, Jian Anran opened the calendar app and took a look. There were no holidays recently.
Suddenly remembering something, she threw the shopping bags from the supermarket directly on the ground, and ran back to the room with small steps.
Opening the drawer of the bedside table, he pulled out the small red book from the depths.
Turning over the first page of the marriage certificate, Jane breathed a sigh of relief. His birthday was in December.
December 31st, the last day of the year.
Without thinking any more, Jane Anran returned to the entrance and carried the shopping bags to the kitchen.
Her eyes scanned the house, which was as tidy as ever.
I don’t know if it’s because he studied alone overseas for many years. Unlike most men of this age who live alone, Wen Siheng has excellent ability to take care of himself.
The house is always kept clean, and he is always meticulous in his classic work-skinned white shirt and black trousers.
Glancing at the wrinkled quilt on her bed, Jian Anran felt ashamed of how she looked when she got up this morning and how she looked now.
After the meeting, he finally had time to return the nanny's car. Wen Siheng took a taxi back downstairs and looked up. The lights on the top floor were already on.
He was lost for a moment, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he seemed to suddenly feel full in his heart.
That day, the person who was wrapped up tightly and went to get the certificate with him as guilty as a thief seemed to be right in front of me.
He never thought that this unexpected relationship could last so long. He seemed to have become accustomed to the familiar figure next to him.
Whether you are sitting on the sofa working, eating, or driving to work every day, the people around you are like clockwork robots, never tired or chattering.
Sometimes when he gets off work late, as soon as he opens the door, he can see a figure huddled on the Barcelona chair in the living room, scrolling through his mobile phone.
He had to secretly be thankful that that chair was his most successful purchase this year.
Opening the dark door, his throat was suddenly irritated, and Wen Siheng was choked to the point of coughing.
There was thick smoke billowing from the kitchen, and he was so anxious that he threw the computer bag on the ground and rushed over.
Jian Anran fanned in front of her nose with one hand, and frantically searched for the switch of the range hood with the other hand.
"Dip-" Wen Siheng stepped forward and turned on the range hood. The smoke was sucked away immediately, leaving a strong smell of oil smoke in the kitchen.
"Why are you back so early?" Jian Anran glanced at the clock on the wall. It was not yet seven o'clock, and Jian Anran was a little surprised.
"I'm afraid my house will be burned down if I don't come back." Wen Siheng smiled and opened the window for ventilation.
"What?" Jian Anran pouted and pretended to be unhappy, "Are you afraid that I will burn down your house?"
"It's also your home." Wen Siheng corrected.
With a lump in her throat, Jian Anran lowered her head and stared blankly at the floor, not knowing what to say.
Ever since her parents cut off her living expenses when she returned home that time, Jian Anran always felt as if she no longer had a sense of belonging in Luojiang.
Could this be her home?
"What are you doing?" the other party asked, looking at the dark unknown object in the pot.
"Originally it was braised pork ribs," Jian Anran turned off the fire awkwardly, "now I'm not sure."
Lowering his head and laughing softly, Wen Siheng took over and poured out the burnt ribs in the pot.
"You can't laugh." Jian Anran glanced at her.
Wen Siheng immediately stopped his expression, tried his best to keep a serious face in class, turned around and opened the refrigerator.
Jane walked out of the kitchen safely and packed up the things on the island. She saw the bags and shoes thrown on the ground at the entrance and bent down to return them to their places.
The boiled fish fillets were prepared quickly, and the red oil soup base was sprinkled with green peppercorns, which whetted your appetite just by looking at it.
"what is that?"
Following the direction of Wen Siheng's gaze, there were white platycodon flowers at the entrance. Jian Anran shook her head.
"I don't know, I left it at the door when I came back."
Looking from a distance, there was still a card on the flower. Wen Siheng's face was gloomy and he asked: "Suitor?"
With her mouth filled with fish meat, Jian Anran almost choked when she heard his words, and took a swig of water before she could regain her breath.
"That's what your suitor gave you." Jian Anran glanced at it.
After hesitating for a moment, Wen Siheng stood up and walked to the white bouquet. His name was indeed written on the receipt next to it.
Picking up the card stuck on the flower, he quickly scanned the sentence "I will be right here waiting for you" written in cursive letters.
His eyes darkened slightly, as if he remembered something, and then he stuffed the card back into the flower.
"Who gave it to him?" Jian Anran looked at his back and asked, "There is no name written on it."
"I don't know." He walked back and continued eating as if nothing had happened.
The two of them didn't speak anymore, and the atmosphere seemed to freeze for a moment. Only the occasional sound of clinking bowls and chopsticks could be heard.
Wen Siheng is usually very emotionally stable and is not such a volatile person.
He always had that smile on his face and was confused for a moment. Jian Anran knew what to say and just thought about finishing the meal quickly and getting away from this place of right and wrong as soon as possible.
When she got up the next day, the bouquet of flowers was no longer in its original position. Jian Anran took a special look at the living room, room and study room, and they were all gone.
“Bata—” The dark door opened, and Wen Siheng had just returned from jogging in his sneakers.
"Where are the flowers?" She pointed to the empty table.
"It's dealt with." Wen Siheng took off his headphones and walked to the bathroom.
"Why did you throw it away? Do you know who sent it?" Jian Anran asked.
"I don't know," he said, still as calm as ever, "there will be insects if the flowers are left open for a long time."
Jian Anran said "Oh", no wonder. After thinking about it, there were very few green potted plants in this house. She thought it was because they were difficult to take care of, so they never appeared.
Killing all potential troubles at their source is in line with Wen Siheng's character.
Without thinking any more, she went back to the bedroom and changed out of her pajamas.
Opening the office door, Song Qi and Mi Yingying were already at their workstations.
Yao recalled the first week of work. Ning Beibei came back to the dormitory and wondered what the life of a graduate student was like.
After thinking about it for a long time, she didn't know how to describe it specifically. Jian Anran could only think of Song Qi and Mi Yingying working hard every day, leaving early and returning late.
Ning Beibei couldn't help but sigh, it must be someone like this to be admitted to graduate school.
Ten minutes after Jian Anran sat down, Wen Siheng arrived at the office on time as usual.
"School girl, are you coming to the dinner party today?" Mi Yingying pointed to the calendar on the table. Monday was marked by a big circle with a red pen.
