Stubborn Love Of A Roguish Scion Chapter 345 - Madam, Your Flowers Have All Withered

Chapter 345: Madam, Your Flowers Have All Withered

“What happened?”

“Sir, the car seems to have broken down. Please wait while I make a call for help.”

There was little traffic on the road due to the ongoing snowstorm. The street lamps that lined both sides of the road shone dimly on the blanket of snow.

Knock, knock, knock… Someone knocked on the car window.

Puzzled, the driver lowered the window to reveal a trembling woman holding flowers in her arms. “h.e.l.lo, sir. Do you want to buy some flowers?”

“No, thanks.” As he spoke, he proceeded to roll up the window.

“Just a moment, sir. I’m begging you, would you please buy a bouquet from me? I’m in urgent need of money, as my child has been admitted to a hospital.”

He s.h.i.+fted his gaze to the withered flowers in her arms. “I’m sorry, but we’re not interested.”

“Please, sir!” she implored pleadingly as she grabbed the window to prevent it from closing.

The constant cold gusts of wind blowing inside the car made Mo Jiangye frown in displeasure. “What’s going on?”

“Sir, this woman is trying to sell her flowers. I already told her that we don’t need them, but she just refuses to leave.”

“I’m in urgent need of money. My child has fallen sick, so we need money for his treatment. Please help me out, sir. All you need to do is buy one bouquet from me.”

“Her flowers have all withered,” the driver added.

“Never mind. Just buy a bouquet from her.” Ye Erruo’s voice rang out from the pa.s.senger seat at that moment.

“Sir?”

“Just buy it!”

“Noted.” Upon receiving his boss’s order, the driver pulled out his wallet.

“How much for a bouquet?”

“It isn’t expensive at all. Just 500 yuan.”

He was flabbergasted by the price. How was this inexpensive?

“Madam, your flowers have withered from the cold. Isn’t it too much to ask for 500 yuan?”

In his opinion, even fifty yuan would be far too expensive for this bouquet of withered flowers. It was worth six yuan tops.

“These aren’t ordinary flowers.”

“Argh, whatever.” He could not be bothered to continue bickering with her just to haggle over the price. Thus, he shoved the money in her hand and reached out for the bouquet before rolling the window shut immediately.

The flowers might have withered slightly, but there was no trace of snow on them and they exuded a faint, refres.h.i.+ng floral fragrance. However, he did not know what kind of flowers they were.

“Young Madam…” He turned back to hand the flowers over to Ye Erruo.

The woman reached out to receive flowers from him, but the moment her fingers brushed against the stalks, her hand trembled a bit, causing her to miss the bouquet, which fell on her lap instead.

Fragmented images sprang forth in her mind without warning and disappeared just as abruptly. She picked up the bouquet and stared at the flowers with a confused frown.

“What’s wrong?”

“What kind of flowers are these?”

The driver turned on the car’s lights at that moment.

Her pupils instantly widened when she noticed that each petal of the withered flowers had a different shape and was a varying shade of red, just like artificial flowers. Her sense of touch and the floral fragrance, however, told her that these flowers were real.

Meanwhile, the sight of the flowers caused Mo Jiangye’s eyes to dim. “These are… tarot orchids.”

“Tarot orchids?”

He snapped his head in the rear window’s direction at once, only to see that the seller of the flowers had already gone far away.

“These flowers are unique to Blue Tower.” No other place has them.

The woman frowned as she stared at the flowers. An ominous premonition seized her all of a sudden, causing her to break out in cold sweat and toss the bouquet aside immediately.

“Mo Jiangye!” She frantically clutched her husband’s hands for comfort.

“I’m right here, babe.”

“I…” She was somehow feeling a sense of terror and fear. Quite naturally, her fl.u.s.tered look did not escape her husband’s eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

“I-I have no idea… I think… I might have fallen sick—No. I guess I’m just tired.”

This was the second time that strange image of a sea of flowers had flashed across her eyes.

The man enveloped his wife closely in his embrace and reached for the cape that had been set aside to place it over her body. “Get some rest if you’re tired.”

“I don’t want to see those flowers,” she said abruptly.

“Pardon?”

“I don’t want to see any flowers from now on!” she cried out as she hugged him back tighter than before.