2739 Love Comes Like The Southern Breeze (257)

After the security guard left, Feng Yunan turned to open the balcony door. When he pulled it open, he realized something was wrong. The door could not be opened. It was probably locked from the inside.

He tried to open the windows again, but they were all locked.

Feng Yunan did not give up and continued to knock on the door and window. But no matter how hard he tried, the person inside did not open the door for him.

He wanted to go back the way he came, but the ladder was already taken away.

Damn!

He must be really unlucky tonight.

What should she do now?

He asked the security guard to come? But there was no call from him!

Find someone to save him?

No, no, no. If someone found out that he was sneaking around in the middle of the night, it would ruin his reputation.

As a result, Feng Yunan had to spend the night on the balcony.

It was snowing outside and the temperature was very low.

He hugged his arms and stomped on the ground. It was so damn cold!

Qiao Ruoxi was sleeping soundly. When she woke up in the morning, her earphones were still in her ears, and the audio novel was still playing.

Lately, she had been suffering from insomnia. That was why she had put on her earphones to listen to some novels before she slept. It was easy to fall asleep while listening to them. Moreover, she could sleep peacefully overnight.

Qiao Ruoxi turned off her phone and got out of bed.

The first thing she did after waking up every day was to draw open the heavy curtains.

When Qiao Ruoxi opened the curtains, she was pleasantly surprised to see that it was snowing outside. It was a vast expanse of white, and even the window sill was covered with snow.

"Wow, it's snowing!"

She had thought that it would not snow for Christmas this year. She did not expect it to snow last night. She reckoned that it must have been snowing the entire night. Otherwise, it would not have accumulated such a thick layer.

Qiao Ruoxi liked the snow. She was so happy that she wanted to open the balcony door and look at the snow.

Unexpectedly, just as she opened the door, a big white thing fell into the house with a thud.

"Ah…"

Qiao Ruoxi was shocked. Why was there someone outside her balcony?

After the man fell in, a lot of snow fell from his body. When she saw the white suit he was wearing, Qiao Ruoxi felt as if she was struck by lightning and screamed again.

'How could it be Feng Yunan?'

'Why is he on the balcony?'

'Was he out in the cold for the entire night?'

'He didn't freeze to death, did he?'

"Mr. Feng! Feng Yunan…"

The panicking Qiao Ruoxi quickly calmed down. She squatted down and quickly dusted off the snow on his body.

She reached out to touch his handsome and pale face, which was already frozen cold. She touched the artery on his neck and felt a weak pulse.

He was still alive!

Qiao Ruoxi quickly dragged him into the house and closed the door behind him.

Feng Yunan was too big and heavy. It was impossible for Qiao Ruoxi to get him onto the bed.

She ran to get help and called a few servants over. They worked hard together to move Feng Yunan back to his bedroom.

The man must have been frozen stiff. It was freezing. It was best to take a hot shower at this time.

Her mother had told her before that people who had been in freezing cold temperatures could not be soaked in normal hot water. They had to bathe in hot water that was melted by snow to prevent frostbite.

"Go out and collect some snow. The more, the better. Then boil the snow into hot water for him to bathe in. Hurry!"

Qiao Ruoxi did not notice that her tone was very much like that of a lady in charge of the house, commanding the servants to do their work in a tight and orderly manner. The servants quickly gathered clean snow and heated it up into hot water before sending it upstairs.

The tub was filled with hot water. She tested the temperature with her hands and asked the servants to bring Feng Yunan into the bathroom so that he could soak in it.

In the hot water.

The hot water made from snow could help Feng Yunan get rid of the cold in his body.

After he was done with the hot bath, Qiao Ruoxi asked someone to carry him out and bring him back to the bedroom.

Auntie Jiang also prepared some hot ginger soup and brought it over.

Auntie Jiang and a group of people couldn't figure out how Feng Yunan ended up in such a state.

Qiao Ruoxi was curious and wanted to ask, but she said, "Thank you for your hard work. All of you should go and rest. I'll be fine here."

Qiao Ruoxi asked the servants who were busy just now to go back and rest. Auntie Jiang also left with them, leaving only the two of them in the master bedroom.

Qiao Ruoxi fed Feng Yunan ginger soup, but the man was in a coma and it was hard to feed him.

In a moment of desperation, she had no choice but to give it her all. She drank a mouthful of the ginger soup herself and then fed it to him by pressing her lips against him until the entire bowl was gone.

She touched the man's temperature and pulse again and confirmed that his body temperature had returned to normal. His pulse was also beating evenly.

As long as he rested more, he would wake up soon.

After a busy morning, Qiao Ruoxi went downstairs and prepared to go to work after breakfast.

When they arrived at the dining room, Auntie Jiang had already ordered people to clean up the leftovers and cake from the night before. Now, breakfast was already served on the table.

Qiao Ruoxi came over and sat down. She was surprised to find a bouquet of red roses on the table. She asked in confusion, "Auntie Jiang, who bought these flowers?"

Auntie Jiang placed the bowl of porridge in front of her and smiled. "It's Young Master."

"Feng Yunan? For… who?"

Qiao Ruoxi asked curiously.

"It's probably for you, Young Madam!"

"…"

Qiao Ruoxi was petrified. (⊙o⊙)

Feng Yunan bought her flowers?

And he bought red roses?

Why?

Why did he suddenly give her roses?

Roses represented love. He would never…

Auntie Jiang's tone also seemed uncertain. The more Qiao Ruoxi thought about it, the more ridiculous she found it to be. Perhaps the flowers were not for her, but for Wen Ke'er.

But logically speaking, if he had bought it for Wen Ke'er, he should have given it to her last night. He would not have brought it back to the villa.

In that case, who did he get the flowers for?

Was it really for her?

Qiao Ruoxi picked up the bouquet and placed it back on the table. She glanced at the roses and picked them up again, lowering her head to sniff them.

She put it down again. After hesitating for a moment, she picked it up again and put it down again…

She was like a child who wanted to eat candy. Her mother had clearly ordered her not to eat it, but the delicious candy was right in front of her. She wanted to eat it but was afraid to.

She picked it up and put it down again.

Noticing that she was hesitant to pick up the flowers, Auntie Jiang said, "Young Madam, I'll help you put the flowers in the vase."

"…" Before Qiao Ruoxi could reply, Auntie Jiang had already left with the flowers.

After breakfast, Qiao Ruoxi went to work. Two hours later, the man in the bedroom woke up.

He frowned and slowly opened his eyes.

Feng Yunan found himself in the master bedroom. He tried to get up subconsciously, but his body was wrapped in a thick blanket and he could not move.

He fell back onto the bed and tried to recall what had happened last night. He went to the balcony and was trapped there for a whole night.

After that, he was so cold that he almost lost consciousness. He thought that he might die outside. Who saved him and brought him back to the house?

Did Qiao Ruoxi find him when she opened the door?