Chapter 2275 - 729: Prose Poem_2

Zhang Yan herself was completely bewildered by the turn of events, feeling dizzy and lost.

The overwhelming sense of being cherished, as if cradled in the palm of someone’s hand, even gave rise to a faint sense of guilt within her.

She felt Tang Song was being excessively kind to her.

In the end, it was Lin Feifei, who had seen more of the world, who first recovered. She stammered to Liu Jiayi, "It... definitely fits, no need to try it on, too... too much trouble for you."

Liu Jiayi’s gaze remained calm, "This is my job."

Under her substantial gaze, Lin Feifei quickly lowered her head, not daring to argue further.

Zhang Yan bit her lip and followed her two friends back to the warm and fragrant first floor of the flower shop.

Opening the shopping bag, she took out two brand-new black jackets.

"Yanyan..." Cheng Xiaoyue pulled the still-dazed Zhang Yan behind a row of tall bamboo palms, whispering, "Your ’gentleman’... is he always this extravagant?"

"I don’t know either..." Zhang Yan blushed, her voice as soft as a mosquito.

"Who exactly is he? Why does this feel like a movie scene? I’m scared," Lin Feifei patted her small chest, feeling her heartbeat yet to calm.

Zhang Yan pursed her lips, saying nothing more.

The two clumsily changed into matching jackets with Zhang Yan and stepped out through the glass doors of the flower shop.

They saw Liu Jiayi still standing as straight as a spear in the wind and snow.

Her shoulders and hair were already covered with a thin layer of snowflakes, her expression still stern.

"Miss Zhang, does the jacket fit?"

"It fits, perfectly! Not too big or small, just right!"

Like students being called upon by a teacher, the three girls straightened up and answered in unison.

"Alright." Liu Jiayi finally nodded, "Goodbye."

After speaking, she turned without lingering, opened the door of the Rolls-Royce, and her tall, cool figure disappeared into the car.

"Goodbye!" "Take care!" "Drive safely!"

A deep, resonant engine noise sounded, and the Rolls-Royce Phantom silently merged into the traffic, gradually disappearing into the snowy night.

...

Inside the flower shop, it was as warm as spring, yet deathly silent.

Cheng Xiaoyue and Lin Feifei, one on each side, surrounded Zhang Yan, their eyes fixated on her as if she were an alien.

Feeling her skin crawl under their gaze, Zhang Yan lowered her head, her face flushed with embarrassment, "W-what are you guys doing?"

"Confess! Who exactly is this ’gentleman’?" Cheng Xiaoyue was the first to press.

"First it’s jackets, then medicine! And hiring such a cool female driver with a fancy car!" Lin Feifei chimed in, "Yanyan, are you being kept by some bigwig?!"

"Nonsense!" Zhang Yan blushed, lightly slapped her, "Don’t talk nonsense!"

"Then who exactly is he? What’s his name?!"

"...Tang Song."

"Tang Song? Hey? That name..." Cheng Xiaoyue smacked her forehead, "I think I’ve heard it before. Isn’t it often mentioned in your poetry and essay collections from college?"

"Yes, exactly!" Lin Feifei clapped her hands in realization, "We all thought it was because you liked Tang and Song poetry, but now it seems the order was reversed!"

"So it was the guy you had a crush on in college!"

"Zhang Yan, what does your ’gentleman’ do for a living now? Is that Rolls-Royce his car?"

"I... I don’t quite know what he does exactly," Zhang Yan kept her head down, her voice barely audible.

"This won’t do." Cheng Xiaoyue suddenly slapped her thigh, "Yanyan, you should call him immediately. After receiving such an expensive gift, it’s only polite for us to personally thank him!"

"Yes, yes! Call him! We need to thank him," Lin Feifei chimed in.

"N-no, that’s not a good idea..." Zhang Yan’s face reddened, almost to the point of dripping blood, "He’s busy with work, I-I’ll just send a WhatsApp message..."

"Sending a WhatsApp message lacks sincerity! You have to call him!"

"Come on, make the call, hurry!"

Having no other option to fend them off, Zhang Yan resorted to her final trump card.

"He, he said... he’ll be done by nine tonight, and will come to pick me up... you can thank him in person then."

"What? He’s coming?! Is it true?!"

"Oh my gosh, we get to meet him in person. I’m so curious about what kind of person he is."

Cheng Xiaoyue and Lin Feifei’s eyes widened in excitement as they grabbed her hand.

After the encounter with the elegant lady driver, their curiosity and anticipation towards this mysterious ’lead actor’ had reached its peak.

However, a touch of unease and concern was evident in Zhang Yan’s eyes.

Although she enjoyed the limelight that came with this cherished attention in front of her friends.

She knew well that Tang Song’s true girlfriend wasn’t her.

At best, she was a ’thief’ seizing an opportunity.

So she dared not divulge too much information about Tang Song, especially dreading any future contact between him and her friends in Yan City.

Such interactions would inevitably cause him trouble.

As they returned to the attic, the atmosphere had completely changed.

Cheng Xiaoyue acted like a mother, immediately unpacking the medicine, carefully reading the instructions, and watched Zhang Yan take the medication.

Lin Feifei tore open a warm patch, seamlessly slipping it into Zhang Yan’s sweater, adhering to her abdomen through a layer of thermal clothing.

The three sat around the warm stove, continuing their barbecue party.