Hello Mr. King

Yun Xiangxiang was shocked at the number of roses. This delivery surprised the crew. Everyone looked at her in astonishment.

The actress who played the female protagonist teased Xiangxiang. “These are the bouquets of the most expensive florist shop in Paris.”

Paris was the city of romance. The most expensive bouquet cost tens of thousands of yuan each. Yun Xiangxiang stopped signing.

“I’m sorry, but I refuse to accept this. And do please take these back,” Yun Xiangxiang returned the pen to the courier.

“Milady, these flowers have been paid for. The buyer asked us to prepare it three days ago. Every single stalk is hand-picked by our manager,” the courier panicked.

“I will not accept this unless you tell me who sent them,” Yun Xiangxiang was adamant.

“The gentleman left no name. We only have his number,” the courier looked helpless.

“That’s fine,” Yun Xiangxiang didn’t pester the courier further and took all the bouquets.

She didn’t call the number the courier gave her. Instead, she got Qi Jun. “I have ninety-nine bouquets of roses from Bellisaya. Handle them for me. Please don’t throw them away. Sell them all.”

“Ninety-nine bouquets of roses from Bellisaya? Who sent them?” Qi Jun was taken aback. Not even he would do such a chuunibyou [1] act.

Noticing Yun Xiangxiang being so cold, the sender couldn’t have been Song Mian. He wouldn’t do something this stupid, either.

A Bellisaya bouquet would cost more than ten thousand. Ninety-nine bouquets meant the sender spent more than a million yuan on it.

Sending a bouquet was romantic. Ninety-nine was purely dumb.

As the son of a wealthy man, Qi Jun didn’t think this was romantic. He thought it was over the top.

“Don’t ask questions. Just sell them,” Yun Xiangxiang didn’t want to open this vat of gossip.

Qi Jun laughed gleefully. “Send me your location. Some imbecile was asking me how he should propose. Now’s the time to pull a quick one on him.”

Yun Xiangxiang sent him her location. He wasn’t lying when he said he would pull a quick one. Those roses were all sold immediately. He sent the money into the account here and gave the card to Yun Xiangxiang.

Yun Xiangxiang asked Milles about the charity organization in Paris and gave the money to He Wei, asking him to settle this.

When she received the donation receipt, Yun Xiangxiang called the number. Lucifer took the call, but he did not speak.

“Mr. Lucifer, I don’t think you should waste more of your time on me. Also, you suck at wooing girls,” Yun Xiangxiang spoke first.

Lucifer chuckled, “You’re smarter than I thought. You didn’t see me this time. How did you know it was me.”

“Because I’m just an ordinary citizen,” Yun Xiangxiang replied flatly. “Someone like me doesn’t have rich friends like you.”

“Wouldn’t Song Mian do something like this?” Lucifer asked.

“I told you, you suck at wooing girls. My boyfriend doesn’t,” Yun Xiangxiang said matter-of-factly.

Lucifer was unhappy that Yun Xiangxiang praised Song Mian and mocked him. He paused. “Can’t it be someone else? As far as I know, those rich guys love young, pretty actresses.”

“Mr. Lucifer, you’re insulting my intelligence,” Yun Xiangxiang sneered. “Putting aside the difference in aesthetics, the rich here won’t necessarily find me gorgeous, even if I am beautiful in China’s eyes. Even if they find me beautiful here, they would show up after spending a million on me.”

Nobody popped up even after a day since the roses were sent. In other words, the sender wasn’t after her looks or body.

Yun Xiangxiang only knew of a few people who would spend a million without batting an eye, but none would do it.

“I have sold the roses you sent me, and all the funds I have received were given away to charity using your name.”

“If a rich guy like you has too much time on his hands, you can pay more attention to the impoverished and make their lives better. Your conscience will feel better too. Good day.”

Yun Xiangxiang hung up without waiting for a reply. “I can’t believe I’m this unlucky. Wherever I go, I would meet this guy. Did he lock on to me?”

From New York to Milan, to Paris. No matter where she went in the Western world, Lucifer would be in her shadows.

He loved to attract her attention. Yun Xiangxiang despised men who used women to solve their enmity with other men.

This kind of man was thoughtless at best, classless at worst.

Yun Xiangxiang had to complain to Song Mian about this at night. “Ninety-nine bouquets. Do you know how loyal I am to you to throw all of them away without batting an eye? I didn’t even get a bouquet from you until now,” she sighed.

“Do you like bouquets?” Song Mian asked.

“Take a guess,” Yun Xiangxiang gave him a cryptic smile.

“I guess that you love me,” Song Mian lowered his voice to create the ambiguous air.

Yun Xiangxiang pretended to laugh, refusing to talk about this. “Can you get rid of this guy? Every time I see him, something bad happens.”

“Okay, I’ll get rid of him as soon as possible,” Song Mian didn’t want any man trying to attract his girlfriend’s attention.

Especially when that someone was his enemy. Song Mian knew Lucifer was up to something bad.

With Song Mian guaranteeing he would help, Yun Xiangxiang stopped thinking about it. She hung up and went to sleep.

A few days after that, SQ notified He Wei about them being willing to have Yun Xiangxiang as their spokesperson for their lipsticks in China.

He Wei confirmed it with Yun Xiangxiang before they went to SQ’s company to sign the contract.

When she saw Chloe again, that bizarre feeling welled up in Yun Xiangxiang once more. But now that the contract was signed, Yun Xiangxiang asked humorously, “Miss Chloe, I noticed that you’ve taken a specific interest toward me.”

“Someone told me about you before we met last time,” Chloe answered honestly.

“May I know who managed to make you remember me, Miss Chloe?” Yun Xiangxiang asked.

Yun Xiangxiang wasn’t trying to gossip. She had to know if there was something more complicated behind this. Chloe was always looking at her strangely.

It wasn’t an offensive gaze, nor was it a curious one. Chloe was trying to see through her.

It was as if Chloe saw a priceless treasure that everyone was talking about, yet Chloe knew nothing. Chloe had to know why everyone said Yun Xiangxiang was priceless.

“Someone you don’t know,” Chloe’s answer created more questions for Yun Xiangxiang.

If Chloe was sure that Yun Xiangxiang didn’t know the person, then Yun Xiangxiang must not know the person.