Then a flower seller came up and said, "Sir, buy a bouquet of flowers for your wife?"

Leng Muchen glanced lightly at the beautiful roses in the flower basket.

Qin Yahuang grabbed his sleeve and shook his head at him. She knew that he was never a romantic man. All he did was for her behind his back.

Leng Muchen smiled at her and pulled out several large bills from her wallet. "I want all of these."

Qin Yaming watched Leng Muchen pick up the bouquet and hand it to her, but he did not reach for it, but his eyes were wet.

"What's wrong? Don't you like it? Or...