"Qingcheng, it's time to go back." This was a life-saving sound for Ye Qingcheng, who was in a difficult situation. Turning around, she saw it was Xiao Wangye.
Even so, at this moment, anyone who could save Ye Qingcheng was welcome. As if a great burden had been lifted, she immediately escaped the encirclement and ran towards Xiao Wangye.
He held a flower wreath, the kind the stall owner had mentioned, and there were two of them. Lin Xiao, standing behind him, held a large bouquet of flowers in various colors, yet they didn't clash.
Xiao Wangye's expression was somewhat gloomy. He and Lin Xiao had been following Ye Qingcheng. During a brief moment when he went to buy flowers, he saw her surrounded by a group of old men and women. He also heard the old woman say, "The young men in our town are also good." This immediately ruined Ye Qingcheng's beautiful mood from speaking to him proactively before leaving the house. Someone was trying to introduce her to a young man?
His face darkened. He had intended to give Ye Qingcheng a surprise – the flower wreath – but now he didn't care about that. His wife was about to be snatched away.
"It's a good thing you showed up in time. Those old men and women have too much fighting spirit. Quickly, quickly, let's go." She took the bouquet from Lin Xiao and motioned for him to push the wheelchair and run faster.
"The person sitting down is also very handsome. Could that be the young man's beloved?"
"Oh my, that young man is the most handsome one I've ever seen." The speaker was the old woman who had just tried to introduce a blind date to Ye Qingcheng.
These words from behind fell into Xiao Wangye's ears, not missing a single one, and of course, Lin Xiao, a skilled martial artist, heard them too. Suppressing a smile, he picked up his pace, trying to keep up with Ye Qingcheng.
Finally, they returned to the inn.
"Phew, thank goodness we escaped. I never expected to encounter Chinese aunties even here." She wiped the thin sweat from her forehead, feeling as if she had narrowly escaped death.
"Oh, what a pity, I didn't get to buy flowers." The person holding a large bouquet of flowers said this.
Lin Xiao couldn't help but chuckle. "Your Highness, please don't worry. The flowers you are holding were specially selected for you by the Prince. I will go and ask the shopkeeper to deliver dinner to the room." With that, he left, giving the couple space to sort out their spat.
"Wow, Xiao Yama is also a romantic straight man!" Sansan suddenly appeared. But Ye Qingcheng, the recipient of the gift, was stunned. The reason was simple: she had spent so long in the apocalypse that she had forgotten how to react to receiving flowers.
Seeing her stunned expression, Xiao Wangye thought she didn't like his flowers. "If you don't like them, you can throw them away. I'll buy you flowers you like." Now he didn't know whether to give her the flower wreath he was holding.
"No, no, I like them very much. It's just that I haven't received flowers in a long time, so I'm a bit surprised."
"Does that mean you like them very much?" he asked, looking at her with anticipation.
Memories overlapped again. "I knew you'd like them."
"Yes, I like them very much." She gently caressed the dewy petals and sniffed. Her nose filled with the fragrance of flowers, mixed with Xiao Wangye's scent.
"Then, I'll give you this flower wreath, will you accept it?" He held out the flower wreath to Ye Qingcheng.
"Do you know the meaning of this flower wreath?"
"The flower vendor told me that this is the best choice if you want to apologize." Did it have other meanings? Negative ones?
He was a little disappointed, thinking it was as he had imagined.
"No, no other meaning. It's just what the vendor said, a way to apologize." She thought he had finally opened his mind, but it wasn't the case.
"Did the vendor tell you that a flower wreath is most sincere when it's personally placed on someone?"
The vendor hadn't actually said that; Ye Qingcheng had made it up. Xiao Wangye held the other flower wreath. Ye Qingcheng bent down slightly, and he placed the wreath firmly on her head. It fit perfectly, neither too big nor too small. Two strands of the wreath, adorned with small purple flowers, dangled by Ye Qingcheng's ears, making it look like she was wearing earrings from the front.
The handsome young man, wearing the flower wreath, looked perfectly natural, making him appear even more beautiful than the flowers.
The guests sitting in the lobby couldn't help but turn their heads to look.
"Now, shouldn't you place one on me?"
Ye Qingcheng hadn't expected Xiao Wangye to actually do as she said, and at this moment, she was still a little slow to react. Hearing Xiao Wangye's low voice, even his casual remarks carried a hint of tenderness.
"Hmm?" Seeing that she hadn't moved, his deep voice continued to exert its charm.
Ye Qingcheng's ear tips turned red. Where had she heard that voice before? Every time they had intimate moments. Thinking of that, even her neck turned red.
Seeing this, Xiao Wangye naively thought that the act of wearing a flower wreath might carry a unique meaning.
Ye Qingcheng handed the large bouquet of flowers in her hand to him and then, with hands clasped in devotion, placed the flower wreath on Xiao Wangye. Coincidentally, it was a different style from the one on her head, clearly a male design. Placed on Xiao Wangye's head, it actually gave him a handsome, exotic flair.
The onlookers couldn't help but clap and cheer. They thought Xiao Wangye's marriage proposal had been successful. They were applauding a beautiful love story. Some people in the crowd even shouted, "Kiss! Kiss!"
"Why are they shouting like that?" Prince Xiao asked in confusion.
"Ahaha, maybe they think we're a couple." Ye Qingcheng was unusually shy.
"No need to think, we are a couple," he said righteously. He even took her hand and deliberately showed it to the crowd.
"Ding, congratulations to the host, sincerity increased by fifteen percent." Sansan's voice sounded again, out of place.
This made the crowd even more excited. They thought their love was deep-rooted and shouted even louder.
She tried to shake his hand off but failed, only for him to grip it tighter. "Can you let go?" This was the second time today she had been the center of attention.
"No, I want them to know that we are indeed a couple," he said childishly.
"I'm hungry, I want to eat." Even Sansan didn't bother to comment, just wanting to escape immediately.
Hearing that reason, he immediately let go, afraid she would starve. "Then go ahead. It's in the room. Lin Xiao has prepared everything."
After Ye Qingcheng went upstairs, the onlookers in the lobby dispersed. The shopkeeper walked up to Xiao Wangye and said, "Brother, congratulations on winning the beauty." He also patted his shoulder forcefully. "Unlike my foolish son, who hasn't succeeded in two years."
It was then that Xiao Wangye realized the flower wreath truly did have another meaning.
"You didn't know? In our place, the flower wreaths you're wearing are used for expressing affection and proposing. When the young man accepted your flower wreath, it meant he accepted your love."