Chapter 367 - Her Present For Him
Little Tong Hua’s crystal star lamp was bought in Turkey. He liked to switch off his room light and turn on the crystal lamp every time he slept. It felt like sleeping among the stars and was really comforting. This was also counted as borrowing something and making a gift of it, as Ye Ling had paid for the lamp after all. This crystal lamp was really intricate and also not cheap. After switching off the living room lights, they looked like they were immersed in a star horizon, and stars could be seen every time they looked up. Little Tong Hua switched off the crystal lamp and turned on the living room lights, and a new sight greeted them.
The whole room was pink.
Both mother and son were also wearing pink.
Ye Ling was speechless.
Annoying brat, you might as well not turn on the lights!
It is really hard on the eyes!!
“Master, Tong Hua and I spent two hours decorating this place! Is it pretty?” They already took a long time just to blow the balloons.
Ye Ling really could not go against his conscience. The whole place looked like it was decorated for a little princess’s birthday no matter how he saw it. Everywhere was pink in color, and there was still a bunch of dolls lying around.
“Is this decorated for a little princess?”
“Aren’t you a little princess?” Little Tong Hua shot back at him. Don’t think that I will not roast you just because it’s your birthday. You still dared to act all lovey-dovey with Mommy in front of me, how daring!
Ye Ling looked at him coldly. It might be because little Tong Hua was decked in pink today, his mood was also quite good, and he did not flare up, unlike how they would insult each other normally when gaming.
Zhong Ran had been watching the whole scene in the living room. He was trembling with fear ever since both mother and son started decorating the living room. He reminded them out of good will to not decorate in case Master flew into a rage and transformed. He even brought people to be on standby downstairs so that they could rush up immediately if something went wrong, preventing them from getting hurt.
Who knew… everything would be so peaceful.
Master, actually did not go crazy?
And did not even fly into a rage?
This is really… a miracle!
“Ah Da, Miss Shen is really… extraordinary!” Zhong Ran exclaimed.
“She is Master’s savior.”
Shen Qianshu was the bravest and most intelligent woman he had ever met.
He thought of Ye Ling and Shen Qianshu’s days of staying loyal and devoted to each other; thought that the days where always living on tenterhooks were finally coming to an end; thought of the day when they could finally be freed. Zhong Ran looked at the heartwarming scene in the living room, and his eyes were brimming with joy and love. He could not help but let out a kind, grandfatherly smile.
Shen Qianshu took out a box and said, “Master, this is my present for you!”
Ye Ling was shocked. He did not expect her to also prepare a present. He took over the box, opened it, and saw that copper pectolite bracelet. Shen Qianshu cut the square mahjong-like stone into a fat heart shape. The fat heart-shaped stone was brilliantly polished. She chose the most resplendent side of the stone, cut off all the sides, and completely transformed the stone. The most eye-catching part of the string of fate was that she weaved it with a black string.
Normally, the string of fate that was commonly worn by women was red in color. That was the traditional string of fate. A black string of fate was more commonly worn by men. Other than teenagers and those that believed in Buddha, very few men would wear a string of fate. A string of fate weaved with thick strings was exceptionally rough-looking, thus reducing some feminine vibes and causing it to be more gender neutral. The string of fate was weaved and crisscrossed with a jequirity bean, and after tying a knot, a fat heart copper pectolite stone was hung onto it.
This bracelet took on a completely brand new look as compared to when it was first bought from the small store.
Instantly increasing its luxurious feel.
This was not considered anything rare, but in Shen Qianshu’s hands, it was transformed from something ugly to something ethereal and beautiful. The stone was secondary, and this string of fate was then his favorite. The weaving style was really ingenious; she could actually string the jequirity bean cleverly into the bracelet without making it stand out.
String of fate, jequirity bean, fat heart.
This was a present filled with love.
“String of fate?”