The autumn rain pattered on the dead branches and leaves of the roses, and the city was covered with a layer of mist.

Su Yun was woken up by the ringing of her cell phone.

Teacher Yun on the other end of the phone sounded apologetic: "Sheng Huai came to me yesterday and wanted to arrange a position for Miss Jiang in the dance troupe."

"She said she was injured and wanted to help her fulfill her wish."

She paused.

"Xiao Yun, Sheng Huai helped me a lot in getting that piece of land, so..."

Su Yun was still hungover and her head was dizzy. After a while, she spoke softly, "Teacher Yun, I understand these things. Don't let me affect your plans."

The two chatted for a while and made an appointment to meet next time.

After hanging up the phone, she sat up, hugged her knees with her arms and stared at the drizzle outside the window for a while.

The servant knocked on the door and came in.

"Madam, before the husband left, he told you not to go out today. He will arrange a car to pick you up in the evening."

"The master also told you to remember to wear a formal dress."

Su Yun casually flipped through the magazine without saying a word.

"This is the hangover soup that the master prepared for you. He told you to drink it all."

The servant lowered his head and put the tray on the table, picked up the bowl with a fishy smell and placed it in front of her, then stood respectfully aside with his hands hanging.

She turned her face away from the magazine and glanced at the strangely colored liquid in the bowl, feeling sick in her stomach.

"What is this? Hangover soup?"

"Take it and throw it away!"

The servant looked embarrassed: "But... this was made by the master himself."

Made it yourself? Then I don’t dare drink it!

"Then just leave it here and tell him to come back and drink it himself."

Su Yun got up and went straight to the locker room.

When she changed her clothes and came out, the bowl of soup had disappeared.

…

Inside the most luxurious and top-notch French restaurant in Li City.

Everyone was busy early in the morning, setting up the venue, studying the menu, preparing scented candles, and arranging for the violinist to finalize the music score.

The entire restaurant is closed to the public today.

The waiter rushed in sweating profusely, panting with a sad face: "Boss, I've been running all over the city, and there are really not many roses. How about... changing to roses?"

The restaurant owner, who was wearing a neat suit, was also anxious: "No!"

"Boss Sheng has said that we must have Qiangwei. Who can afford to offend that living devil?"

"Hurry up and think of another solution!"

The waiter could only rush out with a sad face.

When dusk falls, the whole restaurant has been decorated beautifully, like a dream.

After receiving the news, Sheng Huai ordered the driver to pick up Su Yun from the villa.

He leaned back on the sofa, feeling mixed emotions. This was the first time he had done such a thing.

The most luxurious restaurant

A candlelight dinner for two

Then we watched the fireworks together...

When Su Yun had just gotten married, she had always been envious and yearning for the scenes in idol dramas.

This time, I have already shown great patience.

No matter how angry that woman is, she should be sensible and content!

Sheng Huai narrowed his eyes and looked at the photo frame on the desk. The place where it was broken when he was angry last time was replaced with a new one, and it looked intact.

The relationship between him and Su Yun was no different.

As long as you give it a simple coaxing, it will be fine.

Sheng Huai is extremely confident about this!

When the orange setting sun completely disappeared among the mountains, the butler respectfully knocked on the door of the dance room.

"Madam, your driver has arrived."

Su Yun concentrated on stretching her legs on the dance bar and snorted coldly in response.

It was a long time before she changed into beige casual clothes and went downstairs.

At the gate of the villa, a driver wearing white gloves had been waiting for a long time.

"Ma'am, please get in the car."

The luxury car started slowly.

Sheng Huai called. She stared at the screen and hesitated for a moment before answering the call patiently: "Mr. Sheng, do you have any other instructions?"

"Did you go out?"

Su Yun chuckled: "I guess the driver has already reported it to you."

"Um."

Sheng Huai, who was exposed, remained calm and said, "See you later."

After hanging up the phone, he was in a good mood.

He dressed up specially tonight.

He wore a light-colored striped shirt, a dark gray suit with dark diamonds and a knee-length black windbreaker. He had a tall and straight figure and a noble and extraordinary temperament.

Sheng Huai looked at himself in the mirror again and again, feeling extremely satisfied.

I have already told you in advance that Su Yun should also attend the event in formal attire tonight.

I have to admit that she is really beautiful and she is always the visual center at every banquet.

Thinking of this, Sheng Huai tapped the table lightly. He believed that he did all this not because he loved Su Yun.

I just can't bear to lose the wife I've grown accustomed to living with.

After making the work arrangements, he strode into the elevator with his long legs.

These days, Sheng Huai plans to stay at home and spend time with Su Yun.

Jiang Zhi has already hired several special nurses, so there shouldn't be any problem.

Just got out of the elevator.

The phone rang.

After staring at the screen with dark eyes for a few seconds, he chose to hang up.

But soon, information came out one after another.

Sheng Huai's face gradually became ugly.

The Rolls-Royce drove out of Sheng Group and quickly disappeared in the hustle and bustle of the evening rush hour.

Under the guidance of the waiter, Su Yun walked into the restaurant on the carpet made of rose petals.

She looked around, her eyes filled with surprise for a moment.

There was not a single other guest in the extremely luxurious restaurant.

Everywhere you look, there are waterfalls of roses.

The long French dining table was filled with gifts tied with bows.

In the flickering candlelight, the violinist stood respectfully on both sides, playing her favorite piece gracefully.

With every step she took, a dim orange light would appear behind her, with her name written on it.

The waiter bowed and respectfully pulled out the chair for Su Yun.

She had just sat down when the flower wall in front of her suddenly lit up and began playing photos frame by frame.

Each photo was of the awards she had won before getting married, her performances, her design manuscripts, and the childhood photo of Su Yun holding an ice cream and smiling at the camera...

Play one by one.

The last photo was taken at our wedding.

On the flower-covered corridor, Dad took her hand with red eyes and handed it to Sheng Huai.

Su Yun sat quietly and watched.

Before I knew it, I was in tears.

She had to admit that she was touched.

She was touched, but sad at the same time.

Why are you so disappointing?

Why are you crying just because of such a small trick?

Su Yun bit her lips hard until she felt a stinging pain on her lips, and then she calmed down.

She waved to the waiter with a cold tone.

"Where's President Sheng?"

The waiter looked outside the door, his face a little confused, and could only answer carefully: "Mr. Sheng has said that everything is prepared for you, Mrs. Sheng, tonight. I think it should be here soon."

"How about... serving you some dessert first?"

Su Yun's expression had returned to calm.

"No."

"Tell them to stop pulling..."

The waiter nodded respectfully and winked at the violinists.

The night was growing darker.

Su Yun was the only one left in the entire dreamy restaurant.

Sit quietly.