Her ordinary question caused Lu Qingyan’s wrist, which was holding the spoon, to tremble slightly.
He actually should have taken revenge on her.
Loudly and satisfyingly telling her to get lost.
But he was in pain, in pain every day.
Jiang Nanshu’s indifference caused his heart to spasm in agony.
He seemed unable to warm her up.
Lu Qingyan calmed his emotions and stared at her face with his dark eyes, “Do you also care about whether I live or die?”
Seeing the redness begin to gather in his eyes again.
Jiang Nanshu was afraid he would cry again, with Old Sir Lu still outside, it wouldn’t be good to gain a reputation for harming a patient.
“If I didn’t want to bother with you, I wouldn’t have gone to look for you last night. It was freezing to death late at night, who would want to be outside?” As Jiang Nanshu spoke, she muttered and complained, “I hate snow, hate winter, it’s cold.”
[Male protagonist’s goodwill value increases by 10%.]
He scoffed coldly, “Hypocrite.”
[Male protagonist’s goodwill value increases by 30%.]
Jiang Nanshu: “…”
She suspected that Da Shachun was also bugged.
Jiang Nanshu thought that the development of their relationship was entirely her doing, using her inner voice to make Lu Qingyan fall in love with her, so she could leave without a scratch, but he seemed to be in pain.
In the past, when she learned he could hear her inner voice, all she wanted was revenge.
And indeed, she had left him with a surprise he would never forget for his entire life.
So, let it end here.
“Then you should take good care of yourself; I’m leaving.” Jiang Nanshu stood up, packed up the half-eaten bowl of plain porridge he had left, and prepared to throw it in the trash can outside.
As she reached the door, Lu Qingyan’s voice abruptly rose, “Does what you said last night about compensating me still count?”
Jiang Nanshu, surprised, turned around, thinking she had indeed been heartless and then nodded, “It counts. What do you want me to do?”
Lu Qingyan looked at her expressionlessly, with cold black eyes, “I want to see the front gate filled with rose bushes. Can you do that?”
Jiang Nanshu looked out the window and saw that it had started to snow heavily.
In this icy and snowy weather, could rose bushes survive at the front gate?
But in order not to dampen Lu Qingyan’s spirits, she hesitated and then nodded, “It should be possible, leave it to me.”
It would be the first time Jiang Nanshu would give him flowers, and under the pretext of “compensation” at that.
Quite ironic.
After Jiang Nanshu left, Old Sir Lu finally walked in.
Seeing him staring blankly in peace, he said irritably, “Not going crazy anymore?”
He looked at his wrist, “Just heal properly. It took so long for the wound to start healing, and now you’ve cracked it open again; you’re truly sick.”
“Driven mad by her, if I died, would Jiang Nanshu feel guilty?”
Old Sir Lu was choked up.
Seeing his listless appearance.
Angry, he scolded, “Then why did you call off the engagement with her?”
“Because she doesn’t love me.”
Old Sir Lu glared with wide eyes, “You’ve already separated, so why make such a big fuss now?”
Lu Qingyan suddenly smiled, “I can’t accept it, Grandpa, I won’t let her go. Even if she dies, she can only die at my side.”
Old Sir Lu: “…”
Disaster!
Had he known, he would never have made up that story about the temple sage predicting their marriage fate.
He was just too influenced by TV dramas, like those where the wrong savior is recognized initially, and the CEO finally finds the real savior after a long period of suffering in between.
He realized that even without that part, it was still rather torturous.
…
Meanwhile, Jiang Nanshu was still contemplating how to plant the roses.
It had been snowing in Beijing for several consecutive days.
The north wind was howling.
Jiang Nanshu watched as the several pots of roses she bought all froze to death.
She felt somewhat gloomy.
After some inquiry, she found out that Lu Qingyan was now living next door to Shang Xu’s home.
In the evening, Jiang Nanshu dressed warmly, holding a stack of thin wooden sticks in her hands.
During the day, she felt a little embarrassed and could only sneak in at night to make the Snow Roses.
The mansion’s gate was ajar, and Jiang Nanshu slipped in quietly, squatting down to gather snow.
This stuff, after a few days of freezing, wouldn’t die, and it still looked resilient.
Initially, Jiang Nanshu did the work wearing gloves, but it was too slow, so she took them off and inserted each finished snow rose into a potted plant.
The latter half of the night was really too cold.
Her hands hurt from the freezing.
Puffing warm breath and grumbling, “Who looks at roses in the dead of winter?”
She counted the nearby potted plants and had made about fifty snow roses.
Jiang Nanshu figured that was probably enough.
It did look quite spectacular.
She arranged these potted plants neatly.
After she had placed the last pot, the villa’s door suddenly opened.
The orange glow illuminated the entire courtyard.
Jiang Nanshu was startled.
Lu Qingyan, wearing a thin nightgown with an overcoat draped over it, saw Jiang Nanshu outside late at night, his calm brows slightly twitched, “What are you doing here?”
“I’m bringing you roses, so you’ll see them when you get up in the morning.”
Jiang Nanshu pointed to the ground, sneezed, and counted one by one, “Hey, there are actually 52 pots.”
Snow roses were different from fresh roses; they could dazzle at first glance with their crystalline and pristine entirety.
Meeting Jiang Nanshu’s clear apricot eyes, Lu Qingyan was at a loss for words.
Seeing her hands, red from the cold, his hands hanging by his side, curled slightly.
“You could have just randomly placed a few roses in the snow near the door. No need for so much trouble and to make yourself suffer.”
Jiang Nanshu waved her hand, “Didn’t I say I would make it up to you? Of course, I have to give you the best. Fresh roses would wilt overnight and look listless. This snow rose I just learned from a video tutorial is very simple, not troublesome at all.”
“Don’t ever do such foolish things again. I don’t like it,” Lu Qingyan said placidly.
Jiang Nanshu looked at him in astonishment.
“Come inside.”
“No need, I’ll head back to school soon.”
“Come inside. Don’t make me say it a third time.” Lu Qingyan glanced at Jiang Nanshu coldly and walked straight into the villa.
[Male lead’s goodwill value increased by 85%.]
Jiang Nanshu: “…”
She touched her nose and returned to the familiar villa once more.
The air conditioning was on inside, instantly dispelling the chill from Jiang Nanshu’s body.
An overcoat was thrown over her head, mixed with a faint smell of cedarwood.
Jiang Nanshu clumsily pulled the coat off her head.
“There’s no spare bed or blanket here. Put up with the sofa for one night and leave early tomorrow,” Lu Qingyan said without any unnecessary words.
He disappeared around the corner of the stairs as soon as he finished speaking.
Jiang Nanshu checked the time and it was already half-past eleven.
The school had already closed its gates.
If she wanted to get in, she could talk things over with the dormitory aunt.
But clearly, there was no need now because she was really too cold, and her head was also foggy.
Even under the overcoat thrown to her by Lu Qingyan, she was cold, and her hands hurt.
As she slept in a daze, she felt someone applying ointment to her hands, but her eyelids were so heavy she couldn’t open them.
The chill on her body also disappeared completely, as if she had slept in warm cotton.
In a daze, it seemed as if Lu Qingyan was sitting in front of her.
“Lu Qingyan?”
She rubbed her eyes, and there was no one in front of her. Jiang Nanshu sat up, and the original overcoat was replaced by a light down comforter.
The outside world was already faintly bright.
Jiang Nanshu checked the time; it was 7:30 in the morning.
She folded the blanket neatly and quietly left.
…
Beijing’s snow continued to fall on and off for five days.
On the sixth day, a warm sun appeared.
Jiang Nanshu was facing the end-of-term tests.
Accompanying them was the news of Lu Qingyan going abroad.
