After kissing him, Xiang Zhilan immediately ran out.
She stopped in the corridor, her cheeks burning. She fanned herself with her hands and exhaled.
After a while, my heart rate gradually returned to normal.
Thinking of his stunned expression just now, a smile involuntarily crept onto her lips, and she walked downstairs with lighter steps.
Afang was carrying desserts upstairs when she saw Xiang Zhilan humming a song as she came down. She was a little surprised and couldn't help but take a few more glances.
Xiang Zhilan took the dessert from her and sat down at the table to eat. When she saw her looking at her, she asked, "Is there something on my face?"
“No, no.” Afang shook her head, looking at her smile, and said, “I haven’t seen Madam smile so happily in a long time.”
When she was first brought back by her husband last year, she saw Xiang Zhilan smile beautifully when her husband wasn't around. But when Xiang Zhilan moved back into the villa as his wife, she never smiled like that again.
Even when she smiles occasionally, there's still an unyielding melancholy in her eyes. The smile she's giving right now is more beautiful than any flower blooming in a garden.
"Am I smiling?" Xiang Zhilan touched the corner of her mouth. She didn't feel anything, but she was in a good mood and it happened involuntarily.
"Yes, Madam's smile is so beautiful." Afang said sincerely, without any flattery. She thought Madam was much prettier than the woman in the framed photo her husband kept in the study. Although they were somewhat similar, Madam's features were more delicate and she had more femininity.
Xiang Zhilan pursed her lips, lowered her head and continued eating her dessert. This caramel double-skin milk was so sweet it was almost too sweet for her to handle.
Halfway there, she suddenly remembered something, looked up at Afang and said, "Go make a pot of chrysanthemum tea and bring it up to him. Tell him I'm telling him to cool down."
"Yes." Afang turned and went to the kitchen, brewed a cup of chrysanthemum tea, brought it upstairs, and said it to Shen Muzhi as Xiang Zhilan had instructed.
Shen Muzhi looked at the pot of chrysanthemum tea, his eyes narrowing slightly. He did need to cool down, but she had to do it herself. She actually dared to stir up the fire and then run away. It seems that she needs to improve her awareness as a wife.
"Go down and tell Madam that the chrysanthemum tea isn't as effective as hers," Shen Muzhi said calmly, picking up his crystal glass, taking a small sip.
Afang was embarrassed and silently complained that the couple were flirting, so why did they need her to be their messenger, and with such suggestive remarks at that?
However, she still obediently went downstairs and said to Xiang Zhilan, "The gentleman said that chrysanthemum tea is not as effective as yours in reducing internal heat."
Xiang Zhilan almost choked on the double-skin milk pudding. Her cheeks flushed red, and she muttered to herself, "This shameless person, how could she let people spread such rumors? Does she even want to be seen in public anymore?"
After wiping her mouth, Xiang Zhilan stood up with her ears red and walked into the yard.
Seeing Butler Chen leading people to dig holes and plant trees, he walked over and asked curiously, "What are you doing?"
"It was the master's order to plant two sycamore trees in the yard," Butler Chen replied to Xiang Zhilan. "He said they could grow up with the children."
Xiang Zhilan paused for a moment, then pursed her lips. Did he even know the language of the phoenix tree? He dared to plant it so carelessly.
The parasol tree symbolizes undying love, and its blossoms represent the messengers of first love.
This kind of meaning is not suitable for her and him at all; it would be more appropriate for him to give all the seeds to Su Yan.
Thinking about this, Xiang Zhilan felt it was all so boring, so she stopped smiling and went inside.
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