Chapter 639: Dear Mrs. Li, Please Accept My Apologies
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
“Yihan…” Su Qianci felt uncomfortable, but she turned and looked at him. Just as Su Qianci turned around, Lu Yihan looked at the large bouquet of lilies with a variety of flowers in her arms deeply. Then, he looked up at the lush sea of roses. The roses were divided into two parts with a long trail in the middle.
Suddenly, the girls around them screamed, “What is that?”
“Ah, the latest model of robot. Who is this? So rich!”
“incredible!”
A robot body came straight up, moving mechanically with a string attached to its waist. There was a roller attached to the string. As the robot forward, the roller was pulled, laying a layer of red on the ground.
Su Qianci saw it and looked at Lu Yihan. Lu Yihan did not speak, but also looked at the little robot. The little robot didn’t walk fast. After ten minutes, it walked to Su Qianci. The red carpet was completely on the floor, making a long red-carpeted trail.
The little robot came up and looked at Su Qianci. The mechanical noise sounded, “Dear Mrs. Li, everything is ready. Please accept my apologies.” When the voice of the robot fell, a small drawer popped out from its belly. A small paw grabbed a red velvet box and handed it out.
Holding the flowers with one hand, Su Qianci reached out and took the red velvet box. Inside was a pendant, beautiful platinum inlaid with sparkling rubies. This was a … swan.
Su Qianci saw that, and her pupil suddenly shrank. She subconsciously held the swan necklace on her neck, and her heart accelerated.
The small robot also took out a large piece of note from the drawer, handed it to Su Qianci and said, “Mrs. Li, please accept my apology.”
On the note, the tough font was impressive. There was nothing but three words: I am back. Her tears had gathered at some point, and big drops of liquid fell on the paper and smudged the hand-written note.
The masses exclaimed without warning, “God, who is that!”
“So familiar! I must have seen him there!”
“Isn’t he…?”
Hearing the sound around her, Su Qianci raised her head and looked at the end of the red carpet. It was noon, when the sun was at its peak. The blazing light shrouded a tall figure who was walking step by step against the light.
Su Qianci’s eyes were blurred even more by the strong light. He was wearing a fitted suit, tall and slender. Every step of the way, he was shining. Without much expression, his facial features were exquisite and chiseled. His pair of deep and cold eyes carried unspeakable softness, as he walked slowly forward. He was holding a large bouquet of roses red as a fire in his hands, which made his unusual pale skin look more fresh.
Su Qianci looked at him, and her tears were out of control. Almost subconsciously, Su Qianci walked in his direction.
“Isn’t he… Li Sicheng!” In the crowd, a loud voice led to exclamations.