She took out her phone, opened the message, and checked the details, and it indeed was Mu Qian's number.
Wen Jiaren looked at the simple note on the Post-it and glanced again at the rose in her hand, feeling warm inside!
The message from Mu Qian was as ordinary as could be, and it was precisely for this reason that it felt warm to her. All the sweet nothings in the world couldn't compare to the thoughtfulness in these few words. Although Mu Qian seemed cold and ruthless, he actually yearned for a simple and ordinary life, and simple happiness.
She looked at the overdue payment message sent by Mu Qian—it was simply a copy-and-paste, identical to the last.
She pressed the button to heat up the rice cooker, then thought for a moment before replying, "Where did you pick these roses from?"
It didn't take long for her to receive a reply from Mu Qian, "You slept until now?"
Then she immediately received another message, "The roses, Xiao'er picked them while going downstairs."
