After the car came to a stop, Su Er got out of the car with Jiang Siyan.
It was a place where paparazzi couldn't follow them in, so Su Er didn't wear a hat or mask.
A mountain breeze brushed her cheeks as she bent down to straighten the wrinkles in her skirt, the blush on her face fading slightly.
There was still a temperature difference between the mountain and the foot of the mountain. Jiang Siyan pulled her into his arms, kissed her temple, and asked softly, "Are you cold?"
Su Er shook her head, tilted her head back, and smiled: "Aren't you holding me? You're not cold."
"Mr. Jiang." A waiter stepped forward to greet them and lead them inside.
Jiang Siyan: "Has Director Meng and the others arrived?"
Not yet.
Jiang Siyan nodded slightly, then turned to ask Su Er, "The roses here are in bloom. Would you like to see them? I'll take you for a walk."
Su Er had no objections to these matters and generally nodded in agreement.
For example, tonight, Jiang Siyan said he would take her out to dinner, but she didn't ask who she was going to eat with or where they were going.
He said to leave, and Su Er took his hand and followed him.
Jiang Siyan was just joking in the car, "I'm so dazed, aren't I afraid I won't be able to find my way back later?"
The caution she once displayed, where she would carefully consider even walking alongside him, was gone.
Su Er leaned against him and closed her eyes to rest peacefully, saying, "You're carrying mine, you won't lose me."
Her tone was full of dependence on him, as if she were willingly and devoutly offering him the purest, most innocent and naive side of herself.
At this moment, she always looks like a piece of warm, smooth jade, close to one's heart, inconspicuous yet impossible to ignore.
This courtyard is clearly well-maintained.
Each cluster of flowers, its branches, and its shape are perfectly suited for viewing; there isn't even a single plant with drooping buds.
Clumps and clusters of light pink roses, adorned with a touch of pale yellow on their petals, stirred Su Er's heart, and she couldn't help but bend down to smell them.
Her hair, which had been draped over her shoulders, fell onto the petals, carrying a few wisps of rose fragrance.
Her eyes reflected the vibrant beauty of a sea of flowers. She looked at him with delight and exclaimed, "So this is a paradise on earth!"
With a beautiful forehead and arched eyebrows, a charming smile, and bright, expressive eyes.
Jiang Siyan stood beside her, gazing at her under the moonlight, his voice full of doting affection, "You like it? Have someone cut a few branches for you."
Su Er stood up, frowned, and glared at him. "How can you be so domineering? The flowers were just sitting on the branches, and they should have been blooming properly. Now, pitifully, you cut them down just because I glanced at them a couple of times."
After saying that, Su Er felt that her words were too literary, and couldn't help but mutter, "Such a straight man!"
Jiang Siyan was both amused and exasperated. He had just pulled her aside and hadn't even had a chance to say a few words when he heard a gloating, teasing voice behind him, "Old Jiang, well, you've finally been cornered and left speechless. You've suffered in silence, haven't you?"
Mo Qingshu laughed, "It's fortunate that the young lady cherishes flowers. Brother Siyan, if you cut them, Aunt Ye will definitely come looking for trouble with you."
Upon seeing the arrival of outsiders, Su Er quickly stood up straight and gave the two of them a gentle smile.
Jiang Siyan, still holding her, casually pointed to Meng Zhaoqi and said, "You can just call him Xiao Meng."
Su Er ignored him and greeted him, "Hello, Director Meng."
Meng Zhaoqi hummed in agreement, but still added a sarcastic remark to Jiang Siyan, "That girl is more sensible than you."
Mo Qingshu smiled slightly and greeted her across the flower bushes, "Hello, Mo Qingshu."
Su Er paused for a moment when she heard her name.
Not to mention that Mo Qingshu's name was among the investors of the film she auditioned for.
Mo Qingshu's name is also quite well-known in the entertainment industry.
She doesn't appear in public often and hasn't invested in many film and television works, but almost every film she invests in becomes quite popular after its release, and she's known for her good eye for talent.
She may not have invested the most money, but she wields considerable influence.
I heard that many films couldn't pass censorship, and it was Mo Qingshu who stepped in to mediate.
The fact that all the shows they invest in can be broadcast is enough to make people flock to them. That's why the competition for even a minor role in this movie is so fierce.
Su Er didn't try to avoid the topic, nor did she pretend to be completely unaware of her identity. She simply greeted her respectfully, "Hello, President Mo."
The group of four enjoyed the flowers for a while longer, and as they walked deeper into the garden, they saw a gardener pruning the flowers.
Jiang Siyan leaned down and whispered in Su Er's ear, "Do you need me to cover your eyes? So that our Er'er won't get sentimental when she sees this."
Su Er glared at him fiercely, but with other people present, she didn't say anything more.
He's spouting a bunch of fallacies. How can picking flowers and pruning branches be considered the same thing?
"Uncle Fu, do you still want these cut flowers? They'd look nice in a vase if I took them home." Mo Qingshu felt it was a waste to see the flowers in the bag and went over to ask.
Uncle Fu: "They were originally meant to be picked out and put in a bottle. If Miss Mo wants them, I'll have someone pick out the best ones for you and wrap them up in a bit."
"Thank you for your help."
"Where are you from?"
Su Er was about to continue walking forward when Meng Zhaoqi's noisy voice suddenly rang out behind her, "Hey, Lao Jiang! I think this one is the prettiest among these cut flowers. You don't even have a vase, so why are you fighting over it?"
As Meng Zhaoqi spoke, he tried to snatch the flowers back from his hand.
Jiang Siyan easily dodged the attack by raising his elbow, then lowered his eyes to clean the prickly stem, replying in a nonchalant tone, "I'm willing."
Hearing his somewhat childish words, Su Er couldn't help but give a slight smile.
But the next moment, she was also dragged into this childish argument.
Jiang Siyan's fingertips lightly brushed the flower past her earlobe, and he tucked it behind her ear as if no one else was around.
The fragrance of flowers filled the air. Su Er felt the gaze from behind her and realized what he had done. Her cheeks flushed, and she was about to reach out to pick the flowers when Jiang Siyan grabbed her hand, his tone somewhat domineering, "What are you picking? Don't."
Meng Zhaoqi and Mo Qingshu exchanged a glance, their hearts trembling involuntarily, and their surprise was even more difficult to conceal.
Jiang Siyan's tender and alluring manner drew their eyes to each other, as if they were locked in a passionate embrace.
Anyone who didn't know better would probably think these two were the married couple.
Meng Zhaoqi couldn't bear to watch any longer, so he coughed lightly and said, "Alright, your eyes have had their fill, but your stomach is still empty. Let's go inside."
Su Er took Jiang Siyan's hand and followed in his footsteps.
The petals behind her ears occasionally brushed against her cheeks, making a rustling sound, as if playing a grand symphony in her ear.
Later, when Su Er recalled that night and that moment, a helpless smile would always appear in her eyes.
Helplessly, the south wind rises, and a fleeting beauty enters my heart.
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