22 Ocean of Flowers
Cheng Boyan's eyes were now churning with a terrifying storm, a flash of ferocity that Wen Xueyan had never seen before.
Cheng Boyan clearly remembers that last week at the hospital, he witnessed her injury firsthand. Later, the lawyer sent him a scanned copy of the medical report and informed him that he had already given a statement at the police station, confirming that Wen Xueyan was beaten and injured by Song Tiancheng that day.
At this moment, Wen Xueyan could even clearly hear the slight sound of his knuckles clenching.
Just as Wen Xueyan was about to explain, she heard him say, his voice laced with suppressed anger: "He dared to hit you? I'll send someone to beat him up tomorrow!"
Wen Xueyan's heart skipped a beat. This was the first time she had ever heard such blunt and crude profanity from Cheng Boyan.
Looking at Cheng Boyan, she felt that the man before her was completely different from the impeccably dressed, noble, and handsome man she had seen at the annual meeting three years ago; he was also completely different from the man who had analyzed her career prospects with a calm tone and clear logic in the coffee shop a few months ago; even more so, he was completely different from the man who had been strong yet gentle in bed last week.
She sensed that at that moment, he was displaying a primal and direct protective instinct stripped of all civilized facades.
Wen Xueyan reached out and gently covered his hand, which was clenched into a fist due to extreme anger, with veins slightly bulging.
Her fingertips were slightly cool as she patiently pried open his tense fingers, immediately explaining, "It wasn't him. This afternoon I received a call from my mother-in-law saying she was in critical condition. After calling an ambulance, I was worried no one would answer the door, so I rushed there alone. I was running too fast and tripped on the steps downstairs at the company. I fell down. I was so anxious at the time that I didn't even feel the pain. I only realized the problem after I finished my work."
Cheng Boyan's taut jawline relaxed slightly, but the fierce look in his eyes did not completely disappear.
"I know you're worried about me," Wen Xueyan said softly, her tone carrying a knowing gentleness. "But I'm really fine. It's just a minor injury; it'll be fine in a few days."
Her words were like a handful of clear spring water, quietly extinguishing the raging flames in his heart.
Cheng Boyan took a deep breath and wrapped her slender hand completely in his warm palm.
Cheng Boyan didn't press her to ask why she still helped the mother of the person who hurt her. He felt that it was her inherent kindness and sense of responsibility, and had nothing to do with her marital status.
Cheng Boyan got up and fetched the medicine box. He returned to Wen Xueyan, knelt down on one knee, and leaned over her legs.
He dipped a cotton swab in the medicated oil and gently pushed away the bruises, his movements incredibly light.
An indescribable bittersweet feeling welled up in Wen Xueyan's heart.
"Thank you," she said softly. "You're very thoughtful."
Because she grew up without a father, Wen Xueyan lacked the steady and reliable protection from men.
This was the first time she had been treated with such meticulous care and tenderness. It wasn't that no one had taken care of her before; her mother, and even Song Tiancheng in the past, would bring her tea and water and offer words of comfort when she was sick. But those acts of care lacked the profound tenderness and affection she felt now, as if she were being treated with such solemnity. She could understand her mother's actions, because her mother had always been very busy supporting the family alone when she was young.
At this moment, she watched as this man, seven years her senior, so naturally bent down to treat her wounds with his hands, which were accustomed to taking charge of everything.
After the medicated oil was slightly absorbed, he packed up the medicine box and put it back in its original place.
Wen Xueyan's gaze swept over the silk nightgown she was wearing, then she thought of the perfectly fitting clothes she had quietly acquired in the walk-in closet. A slight stirring rose within her, a mixture of curiosity and subtle shyness.
She looked up at Cheng Boyan, who had sat back down beside her, and said, "And... thank you for preparing these clothes for me." She paused, her cheeks slightly flushed, but still asked the somewhat private question, "How did you... know my size? Even the underwear fits perfectly."
Previously, Song Tiancheng would contribute to household expenses during their marriage, but Wen Xueyan always paid for her own clothes and shoes, and the two of them were like splitting the bill. He never bought her any of these things, and Wen Xueyan had never asked for them before.
Cheng Boyan turned his head to look at her. Her slightly damp hair clung to the side of her neck, and her eyes were clear with a rare hint of naivety.
A deep smile flickered in his eyes as he leaned closer to her. "Because on the night we were together last week, I felt like I measured every inch of it with my palm."
With a thud, Wen Xueyan felt all the blood rush to her cheeks, her ears turning completely red. The sensation of his broad, warm hands, calloused and smooth, stroking her body's curves that night was now incredibly clear to her.
That night, when passion reached its peak, Cheng Boyan was particularly careful and restrained when he pinned her down, avoiding her injured knee.
Beneath him, Wen Xueyan was like a boat gently swaying in the waves, drawn into the depths of passion by his absolute protective stance.
Wen Xueyan felt that he was not just a lover who took from her, but a protector who took her under his wing and cared about even the slightest pain.
The next morning, as the morning sunlight streamed through the French windows, Wen Xueyan was getting ready to leave. When she picked up her usual commuter handbag, she heard a soft "snap" as the strap snapped at the seam.
Cheng Boyan turned and walked towards the dressing room, taking out a brand-new gift box from the cabinet. He walked up to Wen Xueyan, opened the box, and inside was an elegant black lambskin Chanel handbag.
“I bought this for you,” he said casually. “It’s been sitting there for several days. I was worried that if I gave it to you directly, you wouldn’t accept it. Now it comes in handy.” He remembered that he had transferred 100,000 yuan to her before, but she returned it.
Wen Xueyan looked at the exquisite new bag in front of her, then at his composed expression, and couldn't help but smile: "Thank you," she said in a light voice, "but... I feel it doesn't quite match my current everyday style, it's too formal."
Upon hearing this, Cheng Boyan raised an eyebrow and offered a solution that was completely out of character for him, with a touch of humor: "Are you worried about taking it to the company and being gossiped about by your colleagues?" He said in a serious tone, "If anyone asks, just say... it's a fake I bought online, an A-grade product, and the imitation is quite high."
In truth, Wen Xueyan wasn't worried about gossip. Lin Shuyi, who had previously been somewhat hostile towards her, had been transferred to another branch company by the group headquarters last week with a legitimate reason. His affection was quiet yet thoughtful.
Cheng Boyan didn't mention this to her, but she knew it was him who did it.
“Okay,” she said, slinging her new bag over her shoulder, her mood bright, and nodded in agreement. “I told you, it’s 300 yuan with free shipping, and they even throw in a small wallet.”
This playful agreement gently brought a smile to President Cheng's eyes. Looking at her unusually lively appearance, he reached out and naturally ruffled her hair, with a tenderness he himself was unaware of.
Cheng Boyan was known in the company for his aloofness and taciturn nature; his ability to conceal his emotions was his armor in the business world. In his eyes, Wen Xueyan used to be a very meticulous and aloof technical employee.
However, in the past few days, watching her gradually shed her aloof exterior and reveal her soft and even playful side, a pure sense of joy quietly seeped into his heart, which had been closed off for many years.
While eating breakfast that morning, looking at Cheng Boyan's handsome face, Wen Xueyan felt that she no longer needed to believe in eternal promises, knowing full well that the road ahead for her and Cheng Boyan would inevitably be fraught with difficulties. Many factors could be the icebergs standing between them.
She felt that even if they separated in the future, no matter how estranged they became, she would remember that she had been so solemnly and meticulously loved by someone.
This memory itself is a suit of armor strong enough to withstand any cold wave.
At nine o'clock in the morning, as soon as Wen Xueyan stepped into the office area, she was suddenly surrounded by an overwhelming array of colors and fragrances.
Her workstation had become a sea of flowers. The blooming red roses were so intense they were almost domineering, while the elegant champagne roses surrounded them, almost drowning out the computer and documents.
In the center of these flowers, there is also a card.
Wen Xueyan unfolded the card. Song Tiancheng's handwriting stood out on the paper, more forceful than usual, revealing a desperate haste, even drawing on his classical Chinese skills from his previous minor courses:
"Xueyan, I tossed and turned all night, filled with remorse, only to realize that everything in the past was my fault. The mistake has been made, and I can only beg you to give me another chance. I do not want our years of affection to end up fighting each other in court. I still love you deeply and cannot bear to be your enemy."
If you have thought it through and are determined to end things, I will respect that decision. I am willing to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau with you at any time to settle things peacefully.
To show my remorse, regardless of whether we divorce or not, I have prepared the relevant documents for the newly purchased property and can go to the real estate bureau with you at any time to transfer it to your name alone, making it your sole ownership.
I hope you can forgive me.
Wen Xueyan was puzzled. He agreed to a divorce right away? And even gave her a house?
At this moment, General Manager Cheng, General Manager Xu, and several other senior executives led the clients of the new project to the office area.
Cheng Boyan noticed the pile of flowers on her desk, frowned slightly, and then turned back to continue talking to the client.
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