[Faithful to each other + love goes both ways + icy CEO + gentle, unassuming florist + healing, sweet romance]
In Chi Wanzhao's plans for her life, there was nothing but every blade of grass and every flower in her shop, until Huo Jingyang took her to get their marriage certificates and stood before her with smoldering eyes.
“Mrs. Huo, I look forward to spending the rest of my life with you.”
She is a young woman who takes her time tending flowers in a small town; he is the decisive president of the Huo Group, a force to be reckoned with in the business world. No one could have imagined that these two seemingly unrelated people would choose each other with all their hearts.
No one knows, either, that she isn't an ordinary florist, but the long-lost daughter of the Chi family of Yucheng.
Everyone says Huo Jingyang is as cold as an iceberg. Only Chi Wanzhao knows that
when she tends the flower fields, he quietly brings over a parasol, crouches beside her, and watches her care for the plants all afternoon;
when she's uncomfortable during her period, he clumsily makes brown-sugar ginger tea, so awful she teases him about it. He even cuts his hand while cooking her a nutritious meal, then awkwardly hides it so she won't see;
at a banquet, someone deliberately knocks over her wineglass. He takes off his suit jacket and wraps it around her on the spot, his gaze sharp as a blade. “Apologize to my wife, or the Zhang family will disappear along with you.”
Chi Wanzhao looks at the roses he's sent to fill the house and runs her fingers over the freesia jewelry he had custom-made for her. She suddenly smiles. “Mr. Huo, aren't you a little too clingy?”
Huo Jingyang wraps his arms around her from behind, his voice low and tender: “Being clingy to you for a lifetime still wouldn't be enough.”
[Bonus scene]
A reporter presses him: “President Huo, what's the most precious gift you've ever bought for Miss Chi?”
Huo Jingyang draws her close, his eyes filled with unfading tenderness. “Our home, and... the little one who's growing inside her.”
