Seeing Jiang Zishi’s livid face, she chuckled and asked, "What’s wrong? You’re a big-shot CEO, surely you’ve heard the phrase ’all sales final’? You’ve already paid, and we don’t do returns on plants once they’ve left the soil."
"You’re the one who nodded and agreed to the purchase just a moment ago."
Jiang Zishi gave her a cold look, then swept his hand in a gesture encompassing the entire room. His hand paused for a moment as it passed over Chi Yun’er before he said, "Tally up the price for all of this. I’m buying out the entire place!"
Chi Yun’er’s eyes lit up. She smiled and said:
"You’re so incredibly generous, a true cut above the rest. It’s not every day one meets someone so magnanimous."
"I have the utmost admiration for distinguished guests who buy out entire venues, clearing out all the stock."
"Let me tally it up for you. I’ll be sure to give you a special price."
"As you know, every flower here at the Zhaoyang Flower and Lifestyle Center is a premium specimen, and many are exclusive to our shop. Your willingness to buy out our entire collection just goes to show you have truly extraordinary taste."
Jiang Zishi was so disoriented by her shameless, over-the-top flattery—so effective it broke right through his defenses—that he could barely think straight.
Back when the airheaded Chi Yun’er was chasing after him, he hadn’t thought much of it. But ever since she’d cleared her head, regained her book smarts, and started looking down on him...
...it was like a cat was scratching at his heart, making him desperately want to pull her into his arms and torment her.
In fact, Jiang Zishi found her indifference particularly captivating.
Men enjoy the thrill of conquest, and in that, he was just like any other man.
"Tally it up. Consider it a gift... from me to you," Jiang Zishi said, his voice suddenly gentle as he spoke on an impulse.
Bian Yumin was so furious she was practically steaming. She clenched her fists so tightly that she cracked her freshly manicured nails!
’Given Yun’er’s place in Jiang Zishi’s heart, if she so much as nodded, he would probably give my position as his rightful partner away. Without the title of Matriarch of the Cook family, if Chi Yun’er then bore Jiang Zishi a son, what would become of my child and me?’
’I absolutely will not allow it!’
Chi Yun’er shot Jiang Zishi a sidelong glance and chuckled, then took out a jade abacus. Her slender, porcelain-white fingers danced over the beads as if playing a piano, producing a rapid CLACK-CLACK-CLACK.


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