Chapter 2848 Why Does My Wife Follow Me Every Day? 07

In the coffee shop, Jin Chen carried the newly received bouquet of flowers up to the second floor, placed the bouquet on the bedside table, sat down on the edge of the bed, and looked at the dark-colored flowers.

[Cold Remedy.] He mentally called upon the system.

"Yes, Lord Jinchen." 999 responded immediately.

"I've had quite a bit of contact with Yun Jian these past two days," Jin Chen said, gently fiddling with the flower petals with her fingertips. "Why isn't there any 'heartbeat value' notification?"

999 was silent.

After about five seconds, it cautiously replied, "[Sorry, Lord Jinchen... I haven't updated the relevant plugins yet.]"

Currently, my permissions only allow me to detect corruption levels, not the main god's attraction level. This function will be unlocked after a system upgrade, and I'm currently requesting an update from the Quick Transmigration Bureau...

Jinchen: [……]

He rubbed his brows.

Oh well, I should have thought of that. 999 was a temporary beginner system assigned to him, so it's normal that it's not fully functional.

Jin Chen stopped worrying about the heart rate and looked at the bouquet in front of her. Suddenly, she noticed a card tucked inside the bouquet's wrapping paper.

He reached in and pulled it out; the card had a string of numbers written on it… Was it a phone number?

Jin Chen raised an eyebrow, took out his phone, and entered the number into the search bar.

The search results popped up, the profile picture was simple white, and the nickname only contained the character "cloud".

Jin Chen smiled and curled the corners of her lips.

So he didn't notice that when he placed the vase on the windowsill, the petals of one of the blue flowers were unusually deep in color, as if there was something extra about them.

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The heavy rain that had lasted for several days finally subsided, and the sun peeked out from behind the clouds, shining on the wet streets, where the puddles reflected the sunlight.

In the coffee shop, Jin Chen stood in front of the roasting machine, watching the coffee beans tumbling inside, while Tan Quan idly wiped the table with a rag.

In Jin Chen's words, he couldn't just eat and stay for free. Anyway, this kid was strong and energetic and had nowhere to use his strength, so he was assigned to help out at the store. Therefore, his task was to be a waiter.

Xiao Liu was cleaning the coffee grinder, and while he was busy, he said, "Boss, we're running low on Yirgacheffe and Mandheling coffee. Shouldn't we contact the supplier to restock?"

"Yeah, I've got that."

Jin Chen responded, rolling up his sleeves to his elbows. "Make a list this afternoon, and I'll contact Lao Chen later."

Tan Quan held a rag in his hand and initially wiped the water with a semblance of professionalism, but after a few minutes he started looking around distractedly, threw the rag into the bucket, and slumped into the chair.

"I'm so bored! Jin Chen, can't I do something else?!"

"Mop the floor." Jin Chen said without turning his head.

"Just mopped!"

"Then let's drag it out again."

Tan Quan let out a wail and reluctantly got up.

Looking at Tan Quan, the waitress Xiao Min couldn't help but laugh: "Don't complain, the boss is already being kind by taking you in."

"I know, I know." Tan Quan scratched his head.

Just then, a noise came from outside the shop. Jin Chen turned around and looked through the glass door, where he saw a man in work clothes standing outside.

The man was probably in his fifties, his rubber shoes covered in mud. He stared at the coffee shop door, raising his hand several times before lowering it again. He wanted to come in but didn't dare, just rubbing his hands and looking longingly into the shop.

Jin Chen looked at it for a few seconds and said to Xiao Min, "Open the door."

Xiaomin quickly walked over and opened the door. The worker outside was startled and shrank back.

"Uncle, is there anything I can help you with?" Xiao Liu asked.

The worker rubbed his hands together, his voice a little hesitant, and spoke with a non-local accent, "Um... could I have a glass of water? I'm not going in, I'll just stay outside, a disposable cup will do..."

Jin Chen walked over. He was tall and looked aloof, which made the workers even more nervous when they saw him.

"Come in." Jin Chen turned to the side. "Xiao Min, pour a glass of warm water."

The worker hesitated for a moment, but still came in, afraid that the mud on his shoes would dirty the floor.

Xiaomin poured a glass of warm water, added two slices of lemon, and handed it over.

"Thank you, thank you..." The worker took the cup with both hands, thanking him repeatedly, and drank it very quickly, as if he had been thirsty for a long time.

Tan Quan glanced at it a few times, took a liking to it, poured two large glasses of water, distributed them to the workers, and squatted down to drink with them.

Xiaomin: "..."

Jin Chen looked outside the store and saw a small cart parked by the roadside, piled high with goods and covered with plastic sheeting.

After finishing his water, the worker carefully placed the cup on the bar counter. "Um... I'm leaving now. Thank you for the water."

After the door closed, Tan Quan, who had drunk his fill of water, was told to mop the floor, and he rushed to the tool shed with a groan.

Xiao Liu leaned closer and whispered to Jin Chen, "Boss, I heard that five or six guesthouses opened up in the surrounding streets before, and there were a lot of renovation workers. It seems that the contractor is a bit unreliable, and he's been dragging his feet on paying wages. I've seen them wandering around this area these past few days."

Jin Chen: "Place two buckets of water by the roadside, write a note on them, and say that workers can drink water for free on rainy or hot days."

Xiaomin's eyes lit up. "Great! I'll go write it right away!"

Tan Quan leaned closer, scratching his head, "You're actually quite kind."

Jin Chen glanced at him and said, "If you're going to talk too much nonsense, then get to work."

"I'm doing it!" Tan Quan quickly picked up the mop, wiped it a couple of times, then stopped and glanced at the coffee bean jar next to the roaster.

He reached out and grabbed a handful of beans, tossing them around in his hand.

"Tan Quan, beans are expensive. If you lose one, your lunch will be halved."

"Okay, okay..." Tan Quan threw the beans back into the jar and continued wiping the table sullenly.

Jin Chen walked back to the baking machine, glanced at the time, and looked out the glass door.

Another cart appeared on the road, pushed by an older man with a slightly hunched back, struggling to push it. The goods on the cart were piled higher than the previous one, and it swayed precariously.

Jin Chen frowned.

As the man pushed the cart up the hill, nearing the flower shop, he ran out of strength, his hand slipped, and the cart was about to tip to the side.

And right next to it is the entrance to the flower shop.

Jin Chen's eyes narrowed, and he pushed open the door and rushed out.

He moved quickly, rushing to the cart in a few steps and reaching out to help it.

At the same time, the flower shop door opened, and Yun Jian walked out quickly.

The two men, one on each side, steadily supported the cart that was about to tip over.

However, due to the great inertia, the top few boxes still slid down and crashed heavily onto the waterproof tarpaulin that had not yet been taken down at the entrance of the flower shop.

The water accumulated on the tarpaulin was hit and poured down, drenching Yun Jian, who was closest to him, and splashing Jin Chen's face as well.

Yun Jian stood further inside, getting soaked even more.

Jin Chen was turned to the side, and most of the water splashed onto his face and shoulders.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry!" The elderly man pushing the cart apologized repeatedly, his voice trembling. "I wasn't paying attention, I wasn't paying attention..."

Several workers passing by quickly came over to help, and together they picked up the scattered goods.

The scene was a little chaotic for a while.

Yun Jian stood there, surrounded by the old man's repeated apologies, the sounds of workers carrying goods, and the noise of cars passing by on the street.

But all he saw was Jin Chen. He didn't even notice his soaked, sticky, and uncomfortable shirt, nor did he think about the potted plants that had been knocked over, which he usually cherished.

The sunlight suddenly brightened, penetrating the humid air and falling on Jin Chen's face, which was still damp with water droplets.

Water droplets dripped from her forehead hair, sliding down her brow bone. The droplets shimmered in the sunlight, clear and clean.

Jin Chen frowned in distress and wiped his face with his hand.

In Yun Jian's view, this scene seemed to be slowed down and stretched out infinitely.

Then the slow motion was broken.

Jin Chen turned her head and saw Yun Jian, who was soaking wet. She grabbed his arm and pulled him back a little.

"Be careful, the ground is slippery," Jin Chen said. "Are you alright?"

Yun Jian lowered his head and saw his shirt, a light gray cotton-linen fabric, which clung tightly to his body after being soaked in water, revealing the color of his skin underneath.

Yun Jian smiled and shook his head at Jin Chen, his voice gentle and calm, "It's nothing."

Jin Chen looked at his curly hair, which was soaked and stuck to his forehead, and said helplessly, "Still smiling, it's all wet."