Chapter 2847 Why Does My Wife Follow Me Every Day? 06
The group looked up and saw Yun Jian standing there.
He was wearing a light beige cotton long-sleeved suit, with a loose-fitting crew neck shirt that looked soft and languid, and he was holding a thick botanical encyclopedia in his hand.
"Good afternoon," Yun Jian said to Jin Chen, his voice gentle.
Jin Chen grabbed Tan Quan by the collar and pulled him back, then nodded to Yun Jian, "Boss Yun."
He usually treats people with a somewhat aloof air, but now, that aura has subsided considerably.
Jin Chen: "Thank you for the flowers, Boss Yun."
Yun Jian walked down the stairs, his gaze lingering on Jin Chen's face for a moment before turning to Xiao Ye behind the counter.
Xiao Ye understood and quickly said to the guest, "Your flowers are ready, let me pack them up for you."
After seeing the guests off, Xiao Ye walked up to Jin Chen and said somewhat apologetically, "Boss Jin, um... I'm sorry, I delivered it to the wrong person."
"Really?" Jin Chen raised an eyebrow in surprise and looked at Yun Jian.
Xiao Ye nodded, "I got it mixed up this morning."
Yun Jian then looked at Jin Chen, "I'm sorry, Boss Jin, there was a misunderstanding. The customer will indeed be coming to pick up that bouquet of flowers today."
"It's alright," Jin Chen said, glancing at the continuous drizzle outside the window. "The flowers are still upstairs; I'll go get them and return them to you now."
Tan Quan was dragged away by Jin Chen. He was unwilling, and his eyes kept glancing towards Song Cun.
Songcun kept her head down, pruning the flowers, and completely ignored him.
Jin Chen carried Tan Quan out of the flower shop and back to the second floor of the coffee shop. He then tossed Tan Quan aside and said, "Stay put. You can't stay still while carrying this."
Jin Chen tossed him a book on the world's coffee bean producing regions.
He then took the flowers and returned to the flower shop.
Yun Jian was still behind the counter, with some pruned branches and leaves scattered on the table. She had changed to a bouquet of flowers, which was layered and arranged in a pleasing manner. Even someone who knew nothing about flowers would find the bouquet beautiful.
When Yun Jian saw Jin Chen enter, he gently stroked the petals with his fingertips, then presented the bouquet to Jin Chen with both hands.
"This bouquet is for you." His face was mostly obscured by the abundant petals, revealing only his gentle eyes and a soft smile at the corner of his lips, a smile that seemed capable of holding any emotion.
As the bouquets were exchanged, Jin Chen reached for the larger one, her fingertips brushing against Yun Jian's fingers.
Yun Jian's hands were cool and her skin was delicate. The moment Jin Chen touched her, he felt Yun Jian's hands tremble slightly.
Yun Jian withdrew his hand, looking somewhat flustered, and accidentally bumped into a small pair of scissors on the table; the blade was very sharp.
He hissed, raised his hand, and saw fine scratches on his fingertips, from which beads of blood slowly seeped out.
"Did you get it? Let me see." Jin Chen frowned, holding the bouquet in one hand, and grasped Yun Jian's wrist.
The blood droplets on my fingertips grew larger and larger, and were about to drip down.
"Do you have any band-aids?" Jin Chen asked.
In the corner of the counter, Xiao Ye was arranging flowers. Upon hearing this, she immediately stood up, "Yes, I'll go get it..."
Before she could finish speaking, she met Yun Jian's gaze.
Xiao Ye immediately understood. She sat down again and changed her words, "It's in the drawer."
Jin Chen didn't notice the interaction. He held Yun Jian's finger, opened the drawer under the counter, and put a band-aid on the wound on Yun Jian's fingertip.
Throughout the entire process, Yun Jian watched quietly.
His gaze moved from Jin Chen's brow bone to the bridge of his nose, then to his thin lips, and finally settled on the hands that were applying a band-aid to his own wound.
Jin Chen's fingers were long, his nails were neatly trimmed, and there were thin calluses on the base of his thumb. Bandaging him gave me a strange feeling that was even gentler than when I was making coffee.
They were so close that the scent of sandalwood in the air became a hundred times stronger.
So fragrant...
It smells good.
It smells good.
Yun Jian had to use all his strength to suppress the urge to swallow and the impulse to grab that hand and rub his cheek against it.
His heart was pounding so fast it was almost out of control, and his ears were starting to burn. He wanted to get closer, even closer, and inhale all of that breath into his lungs.
But he just kept his eyes down, letting Jin Chen treat his wounds.
Jin Chen applied the bandage, then gently pressed the edge of the tape with his fingertip to ensure it was firmly attached.
"Okay," he said, releasing his grip.
Yun Jian then withdrew her gaze, quickly lowered her eyes to conceal the emotions in them, and regained her clear and gentle expression.
He moved his fingers and said in a gentle voice, "It doesn't hurt anymore."
Jin Chen chuckled as she looked at Yun Jian, who seemed genuinely unconcerned. "Try not to get it wet these next couple of days."
Looking at Yun Jian's lowered eyelashes, he suddenly felt a strong urge to reach out and ruffle her soft, dark brown curly hair.
But I had to hold back and proceed gradually so as not to scare my wife.
So he reached out and gently pinched the fingertips of Yun Jian's uninjured hand, then let go.
"I'll head back to the shop now," he said. "Come for coffee sometime."
Yun Jian nodded, the curve of her lips softening even more. "Okay."
Inside the flower shop, Yun Jian stood still, looking down at the band-aid on her fingertip.
Xiao Ye leaned closer and whispered, "Boss, was my acting alright?"
Yun Jian didn't say anything, but took out his phone from his pocket, opened WeChat, and sent a red envelope to Xiao Ye.
Xiao Ye's phone pinged, and when she opened it, her eyes lit up immediately. "Thank you, boss!"
As a competent florist, she certainly wasn't so confused as to send the wrong flowers. The white bouquet was specially wrapped by Yun Jian to give to Jin Chen; how could she possibly mix them up?
But since her boss told her to say it, she said it.
As for the reason... who knows what the boss was thinking? Anyway, as long as I get paid, that's fine.
Yun Jian turned around and went upstairs to the second floor.
The second floor is his living space, decorated mainly with wood and white, simple and warm. There is a beanbag sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room, with many potted plants next to it, and two rabbits curled up sleeping in the corner.
Yun Jian sat down, curled up on the sofa, and looked at the band-aid on his fingertip with some hesitation.
The two rabbits woke up, slowly crawled out of their cage, hopped and skipped to his feet, and tilted their heads to look at him.
Yun Jian held out her finger with the bandage on it and said softly, "He put this on for me himself."
The rabbit looked at it, then nudged the bouquet he had brought.
Yun Jian stared at the band-aid for a long time, then suddenly his nose twitched, like a rabbit sniffing a carrot. He wrinkled his nose and hesitated for a moment.
He tore open the band-aid, stuck it on the inside of the title page of the plant encyclopedia, and then lifted his finger; the bleeding had stopped.
Yun Jian stared at his fingers for a while, still able to feel the touch of Jin Chen pinching them, and then slowly put his fingertips into his mouth.
Yun Jian tasted a very faint bloody flavor and the chemical smell of residual adhesive tape on his tongue, but what came to mind was Jin Chen's fingers, whose skin temperature should be higher than his own.
What would it feel like to hold it in your mouth?
It must be dry and warm, and it must smell very good.
Yun Jian got up, picked up the white bouquet that Jin Chen had brought back, walked to the vase by the window, and placed the flowers one by one into the vase, adjusting the angle.
Finally, he bent down, leaned close to the vase, and sniffed it.
Yun Jian imagined whether Jin Chen's fingers had touched every petal when he was inspecting the bouquet, and whether he had also lowered his head to gently smell it.
He licked his lips, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.
Really like.
Did Jinchen notice the gift in the bouquet?
