Chapter 181: Chapter 181: Stop Sending Flowers, Confess in Person
The next day, Ivana Monroe’s office received 999 blue roses again. The female staff at GK knew about it and were all buzzing with excitement.
Oh my God! Who is it, with such impressive moves?
Is someone planning to court President Monroe by sending 999 blue roses every day?
"I want to break into your youth, and warm your remaining years." In the sea of blue flowers, there was a delicate heart-shaped card with moving words written on it.
Ivana frowned, plucking the heart-shaped card from the sea of flowers, and this time threw it into the trash can.
How can one talk about warming a lifetime without even daring to reveal their name?
Hypocrite!
By Friday, the blue roses were delivered again, just like the previous days.
Ivana sat in her office, watching the delivery guy carry in the immense bouquet of blue flowers. She waited for him to set them down, then got up and approached him, saying with a smile, "Thank you for your hard work, young man."
The delivery guy was a young chap, and facing the polite and beautiful Ivana, his cheeks turned slightly red, feeling warm inside. He replied sincerely, "It’s no trouble; it’s my job."
As the young man was about to leave, Ivana asked him to wait and handed him a bottle of mineral water.
The young man was momentarily stunned, hesitant to accept it.
Ivana smiled and said, "Take it! It’s just mineral water, not worth much. It’ll help soothe your throat along the way."
The young man, red-faced, accepted it. He was indeed thirsty, and the bouquet was heavy. The store owner had repeatedly reminded him to be careful on the road, not to let anything happen to this precious bunch of flowers.
Blue roses can’t be grown in Ravenswood; they are flown in from other cities, so the price is imaginable.
The young man couldn’t even stop to buy a bottle of mineral water from a shop midway due to thirst.
Ivana only noticed his parched lips when she got close to the young man.
Moved, the young man thanked her, "Thank you."
Ivana shook her head with a smile, "By the way, the flowers from this store are quite nice. May I ask the name and address of the flower shop?"
The young man said, "Of course, this store is called Romantic Florist, located at XX Road, XX number."
Ivana smiled, "Thank you, young man."
The young man said, "You’re welcome," with his head lowered, face red, and turned to leave. As he walked out, he glanced again at the company’s name.
"GK," the young man murmured to himself, as if he had heard of it somewhere. He added, "The manager of this company is kind-hearted, and GK will surely have a bright future."
This little episode passed.
After lunch, Ivana went to the "Romantic Florist."
"Beautiful lady, is there anything I can help you with? We have a variety of flowers here..." The florist owner was a girl in her twenties, with bright eyes and teeth, courteous and enthusiastic.
"Do you have blue roses?" The flower shop wasn’t big, with a transparent glass house. With a glance, Ivana surveyed all the flowers in the shop, but there were no blue roses on site.
"Sorry, the blue roses for this month have all been reserved by one customer. If the beautiful lady doesn’t mind other flowers instead of blue roses, I recommend the champagne roses, which have a similar symbolic meaning."
The blue rose symbolizes "pure love, miracles, and the impossible."
The champagne rose symbolizes "falling in love with you is the greatest happiness of my life."
So, some customers who like blue roses but couldn’t buy them would choose champagne roses as a substitute.
Reserved for a month?
Ivana twitched her mouth slightly. The anonymous person sending her blue roses plans to send them continuously for a month? Changing the love note each day?
Ivana didn’t want to become the focal point of company gossip every day.
"No need, I came here to trouble you with a message for that customer who reserved the blue roses for a month: please stop sending flowers to my office. I will refuse to accept them. If he wants to confess, he should do it in person."
The florist owner looked at Ivana in surprise. She is the female protagonist for whom the wealthy man spends lavishly to send flowers?
The florist owner uncharacteristically agreed. As a woman, she felt this female protagonist was quite bold—999 blue roses! Not only representing a man’s love but also giving plenty of face and vanity to the woman.
Ivana actually rejected it, demanding that the wealthy admirer confess in person?
The florist owner suddenly looked forward to the affluent man’s confession. After Ivana left the shop, she calmed down, and reality hit—there were still 27 days worth of blue roses to be delivered, representing substantial profits to her!
Heartbroken, the florist owner called the wealthy man: "Hello, sir, this is Rain from Romantic Florist. The lady you admire came to our store today, asking me to tell you to stop sending her flowers. She will refuse to accept them; she wants you to confess in person."
On her way back to the company, Ivana received a call from Ivy Linden.
Ivy was excited on the phone, "Ivana, quickly check out Yiren Magazine’s Weibo, there’s a surprise!"
Before Ivana could ask what the surprise was, Ivy hung up.
Ivana searched for "Yiren Magazine" on Baidu, clicked in, and saw the latest post was Yiren Magazine’s cover. Phil posed in a goddess-like stance, her beautiful figure clad in Ivana’s designed fashion, with over a million likes and comments nearing a million.
Ivana’s fingers trembled slightly holding the phone. She didn’t expect "Yiren Magazine" to be so popular in Ravenswood to this extent, reaching the traffic level of top-tier stars! The comments even surpassed those of top-tier celebrities.
Ivana went straight to the comment section. What she didn’t see were the items published below the homepage of "Yiren Magazine," with only a hundred thousand likes and ten to twenty thousand comments.
The comments were uniformly full of praises and groundhog-like "Ah! Ah! Ah!" screams.
Everyday Beautiful: "Oh my! What kind of fairy outfit is this? It’s so stylish!"
This is Also Fashion: "Sorry, I want to apologize for once looking down on Ravenswood fashion. From today on, I’m going to rename myself: This is fashion, the trend benchmark."
Queen: "Ah! Ah! Ah! When will this fairy outfit be released? We’re eager to know, please give me likes, send me upstairs."
Ivana scrolled down. Except for a few sour comments, the rest were waiting for this piece of fashion. The comment section refreshed quickly with constant updates.
Ivana’s eyes became a bit moist, seeing her work recognized by everyone made her very happy.
At this moment, Ivy’s call came in again.
Ivana answered immediately.
"Ivana, did you see it?" Ivy’s voice was trembling with excitement.
"Yes, I saw it." Ivana raised her hand, wiping away the tear that accidentally rolled down her cheek.
"Ivana, you’re amazing. Once Yiren Magazine published it, it became this popular in just a few days. I feel like I’m not in an airplane; I’m in a rocket."
"Ivana, you need to produce more of this fashion. Don’t let supply fall short, causing everyone to fight over it."