Mr Fu, I Really Love You

Cen Mo whipped out his phone from his pocket and searched for how to coax one\'s wife when she was mad.

Cen Mo turned up his nose at the suggestions to make meowing or barking sounds, and he found the advice to kneel down before his wife laughable.

Cen Mo couldn\'t find a satisfactory method. Glancing at his watch and seeing that two minutes had passed, he was incredibly vexed.

"Sir, I heard… when your girlfriend gets mad, you can buy her a bag or jewelry and fresh flowers to coax her!" Saihand said cautiously.

Cen Mo turned around to look at Saihand, seemingly finding his suggestion plausible. He smiled and stuffed his phone into his pocket, then said to Saihand, "In ten minutes, be it a bag, jewelry, or fresh flowers, I want to see something…"

Did he just dig a hole for himself to jump in?

With no time left to waste, Saihand ran out like a gust of wind.

There wasn\'t time to buy bags or jewelry, so the only option left was fresh flowers!

While Saihand ran to the greenhouse, he called the greenhouse staff to have them help cut a bouquet of fresh flowers.

The greenhouse staff was a little surprised. "But Sir had these roses flown over to grow them for Madam\'s viewing pleasure!"

"Cut the nonsense! Sir is giving these to Madam! Faster!"

When Saihand saw a servant driving over in a battery-powered cart, he snatched the cart away from the servant and drove straight for the greenhouse…

Hence, ten minutes later, a panting Saihand appeared before Cen Mo with a bouquet of fresh flowers.

Cen Mo smiled and received the flowers, nodding satisfactorily.

"Sir… I\'m very sorry. These roses are the ones you had flown over to plant for Madam\'s viewing pleasure. Because of the urgency… I could only ask the greenhouse staff to cut these fresh flowers!" Saihand apologized honestly.

Cen Mo narrowed his eyes.

Saihand felt his skin tighten all over his body.

After a long while, Cen Mo said as he went upstairs, "If Madam likes these flowers, then never mind. If she doesn\'t… I\'ll skin you alive!"

Ever since his boss fell in love and got married, he had become unreasonable. What could he do about it? Should he give his boss a good beating before running away? Urgently waiting for a reply online…

…

Song Yao sprawled on the bed, browsing through the old photos on her phone…

Her eyes were a little red. Although she knew she needed to tolerate Cen Mo\'s psychological condition, she couldn\'t resist her own emotions sometimes.

She wasn\'t upset for herself. She was vexed… vexed as to why she couldn\'t speak nicely with Cen Mo from the start. Why did she have to throw a tantrum?

Hearing the sound of the door handle twisting open, Song Yao didn\'t turn around. She merely tapped out of the photo gallery on her phone and tapped on an animated video.

The sound of the door closing was very soft. Song Yao was barefoot and sprawled out on the bed. There was a slim anklet on her slender and fair ankle, complementing the fairness of her legs.

"Baby…" Cen Mo went around the foot of the bed and stood across from Song Yao. He bent over and propped against the mattress, delivering the flowers right in front of Song Yao. "Like them? If you don\'t, I\'m going to skin Saihand…"

Cen Mo didn\'t at all sound like he was kidding. Song Yao was afraid that Saihand would be an unlucky man should she say she didn\'t like them.

She didn\'t reply, merely reaching out a hand to yank Cen Mo\'s arm, forcing him to squat down and be at eye level with her…

"Cen Mo, I only want to go and learn French, I won\'t run away! What are you afraid of?" Song Yao\'s petite hand gently caressed Cen Mo\'s handsome face, and she leaned her forehead against Cen Mo\'s. "You said that you can\'t sense how much I love you, but I know how much you love me. In this world, apart from you, I\'ll never be able to find someone who loves me so much. Why would I want to run away from you? I really only want to go and learn French. The main language spoken in Morocco is French. I want to be more than a pretty vase next to you when I attend all sorts of functions with you, only knowing how to grin stupidly at people. I want to earn face for you!"

Seeing Cen Mo\'s lips moving slightly, Song Yao spoke again, saying, "I know what you want to say… you\'ll teach me! But Cen Mo… how can I learn at ease when I\'m with you…"

Cen Mo\'s eyes narrowed.

Ignoring Cen Mo\'s chilly gaze, Song Yao continued, "Just like if I were to ask you to learn something from me. You would surely be distracted because the person teaching you was me, right? I don\'t want you to see me acting stupidly. If that were to happen, I wouldn\'t be able to master whatever you teach me. How am I going to maintain that wonderful image in front of you? I don\'t want you to see a stupid me! Moreover… when I see that handsome face of yours, my brain is filled with the indescribable. How am I going to learn!"

There was a subtle smile in the depths of Cen Mo\'s eyes.

"Your brain is filled with the indescribable?" Cen Mo\'s deep voice was very gentle.

"Right! Just like when you see me, you feel like pouncing onto me. With such a handsome man standing before me, the kind of handsome that makes one unable to close up her legs, how am I going to learn with peace of mind? Merely trying to restrain myself would use up all of my strength, okay!"

Cen Mo laughed softly, tickled by Song Yao\'s words…

Song Yao continued, "Especially considering that when I think of you teaching me, I think of teacher and student role play in a classroom setting… Tell me, how am I going to learn?"

Song Yao\'s ears had turned awfully red by her own words. She wasn\'t pretending. She truly felt very bashful.

"So, you\'d better let me learn from someone else! The sooner I master it, the sooner I will be able to get rid of the label of being a pretty vase beside you!" Song Yao shook Cen Mo\'s arm.

Regardless, Song Yao achieved her aim…

Cen Mo said, "I\'ll send you to class, and Saihand will accompany you to lessons!"

This was considered a great concession to Cen Mo. Song Yao also didn\'t wish to push her luck… One had to take things slowly. Hence, Song Yao happily accepted Cen Mo\'s suggestion.

So long as she achieved the first step of leaving the house, so long as Cen Mo\'s heart could be put at ease for the first time, then in the future… whatever requests Song Yao had, it\'d be easier to realize them!

Song Yao smiled and pecked Cen Mo\'s lips, her clear and pretty eyes gazing at Cen Mo as she said, "I accept your flowers! I admit these are the prettiest flowers in the world!"

Seeing Song Yao in a great mood, Cen Mo\'s mood improved vastly as well.

"Are you planning to reconstruct the garden? I heard from the gardener that you\'re planning to grow a rose garden for me?" Song Yao asked Cen Mo.

Cen Mo nodded. "Last time, that TV drama you watched, weren\'t you envious when the male lead brought the female lead to a rose garden? You\'re pregnant right now, and it\'s not appropriate for you to take a plane to Thailand. So, I\'m growing one at home for you…"

Song Yao smiled, cocking her head sideways. "Whose husband is this? So handsome and so likable! I love you even more now, what should I do?"

This time around, Cen Mo couldn\'t resist laughing out loud, his mood unprecedentedly pleasant.