Chapter 829
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After the waitress left, the restaurant fell into silence.
Outside the window was the most beautiful night in Beijing. The lights of the houses reflected off each other, and it was breathtaking.
Song Qingchun held her chin in her hand as she stared out the window. When she turned around, she saw Su Zhinian bending over to look at something under the table.
Song Qingchun turned around curiously, but her gaze was blocked by the wooden planks under the table. She had no choice but to ask, "What's wrong?"
Su Zhinian didn't say anything. He bent over the table and continued to work for a while. Then, he sat up straight and pushed an exquisite box toward Song Qingchun.
Song Qingchun looked at Su Zhinian with surprise. "For me?"
Su Zhinian nodded slightly. Song Qingchun accepted the gift and opened the packaging before him. Inside lay a beautiful necklace; it was a Dior necklace.
Song Qingchun was about to ask why Su Zhinian would suddenly give her a gift when a bigger box was pushed lightly toward her.
This time, Song Qingchun did not say anything. She stared at Su Zhinian with confusion for a while before opening the box again. This time, it was a Chanel bag. Song Qingchun recognized it immediately; it was Chanel's newest limited edition Spring Edition.
Why would Su Zhinian give me a necklace and a bag?
Before the question settled in Song Qingchun's mind, a bigger box was placed before her.
She blinked at Su Zhinian for a long time like she had been shocked out of her wits before continuing to open the packaging.
The first thing that entered her eyes were the letters YSL. She flipped open the lid and saw the neatly arranged lip gloss. Song Qingchun counted them one by one and realized there were almost all the colors of YSL in there.
Why did he buy me so many lip gloss? I can't use them all, and I don't use them often … Song Qingchun raised her head to question Su Zhinian when she saw him pull out a bigger rectangular box from under the table like a magic trick.
The box was quite heavy, so Su Zhinian carried it with both hands and placed it before her.
Song Qingchun pulled open the wooden lid, and the first thing that entered her eyes was a large bouquet of pink roses.
Chanel bags, Dior necklaces, YSL lip gloss, pink roses …
This was something she had said to Su Zhinian not long ago when she was trying to help Tang Nuan confuse Mrs. Huang.
Song Qingchun's lips fell open as she raised her head to look at Su Zhinian.
The man leaned on the chair elegantly. The antique chandelier above his head shone a warm yellow light on his body.
Song Qingchun stared at Su Zhinian, unable to move her eyes away. Her heart was filled with anxiety.
She was afraid that the argument with Mrs. Huang might hurt herself and the baby in her stomach, so she came up with this plan at the last minute. She used Su Zhinian to flaunt her love and happiness in front of Mrs. Huang. She wanted Mrs. Huang to think that she was precious to Su Zhinian, so she would give in to Su Zhinian.
However, she did not expect that her ulterior motives would be exchanged for his sincerity.
These beautiful and expensive gifts were like a loud slap on Song Qingchun's face, causing her to lower her head in shame.
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