In the evening, at 10:45.

The driver parked the car, and Ji Fan got out and went upstairs with her assistant.

She pressed 14, and the elevator slowly ascended.

Ji Fan tried to make herself look as calm as if she were handling routine business, but as she glanced at the red numbers in the upper right corner getting closer and closer to Jiang Cha’s floor, she still felt a strange sense of panic.

She was nervous.

Ji Fan lowered her eyes and held the box with her slender fingers, turning it around and around under the cold white light.

Sending roses?

Although it was cliche.

But she couldn’t think of any other way.

Ding—

The elevator door opened.

“You go hide over there.”

Ji Fan lowered her voice and pointed to the stairwell.

“Okay.”

The assistant took small steps and walked over.

Opposite the elevator door was the stairwell, and the residents’ hallway and the stairwell were separated by two doors with small transparent windows. The double doors were half-open.

The window was opened high, just above her head.

The assistant quietly stood in the stairwell, turned on her phone camera, extended her arm, and held up her phone to point at Jiang Cha’s door through the glass.

The light was dim, and there were only two motion-sensor lights in the corridor, which were not very bright.

On the screen, Ji Fan was holding the box of flowers. Due to the poor lighting, the image was slightly blurry, but you could still see that the woman in the lens was tall and had a detached temperament. She was over 1.7 meters tall, and her legs were straight and slender under her coat.

Her waterfall-like long curly hair and elegant profile overlapped with the “black veil bride” from before.

“Jiang Cha.”

Ji Fan knocked gently on the door.

There was no sound from inside.

“Are you asleep?” She knocked again.

“Can you open the door?” Ji Fan lowered her voice and said softly, “I’m here to bring you something.”

Still no response.

It was almost midnight, and there were few people around. Only the night cats hidden in the grass downstairs occasionally made a soft cry. The moonlight quietly passed through the small window beside the door, outlining Ji Fan’s tall and slender figure, which was sharp and cold.

Her left hand was holding the transparent box, and a pure white square card was hanging from the lower left corner of the box, swaying slightly as Ji Fan kept changing her stance.

Was she not home?

Ji Fan hesitated slightly, wondering if she should ask Yang Yan to call her to confirm.

She knocked on the door again.

No one answered.

“I’m here to give you flowers,” Ji Fan said, as if she had thrown caution to the wind, “If you don’t open the door again, I’ll have to go downstairs and light candles.”

She turned her head and leaned against the door, and she heard a slight noise from inside.

Soft footsteps.

Ji Fan, for some reason, hurriedly hid the box behind her.

Then the door opened.

Jiang Cha had just finished washing her hair, her soft hair was wet and shiny, black and bright, and draped over her shoulders in strands. She was wearing a deep green silk nightgown, with thin straps tied into two bows on her shoulders, making her shoulders look thin and delicate. The water droplets on the ends of her hair dragged out streaks of deeper water marks on the fabric, fortunately, the nightgown was a deep V-neck, not too revealing.

Jiang Cha had a bare face, as if she had just washed her face, her skin was moist, and there were crystal-clear water droplets on the tip of her chin, which were very white and tender, as if they would shatter and ooze liquid if touched lightly.

She leaned against the door frame and looked at Ji Fan quietly, “What are you doing here.”

Those eyes were so clean that there was no trace of impurities, and they were breathtakingly beautiful, but at the same time, they carried no emotion.

They were extremely indifferent.

Ji Fan felt the flowers in her hands were burning hot, and even the small card hanging on one side seemed impossible to deliver.

The assistant hid inside the stairwell door.

From her angle, she could see Ji Fan’s almost embarrassed and awkward stance. Behind her long coat, the hand holding the box was awkwardly hidden behind her, trying to cover the box.

But the box was too big, and it was almost impossible to completely hide it.

Jiang Cha’s gaze slowly moved downward.

She saw a transparent corner faintly exposed at the edge of the coat.

“I came…”

Ji Fan lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes trembled, and she faltered in embarrassment for a moment.

But the assistant was still recording a video on the side.

Ji Fan gritted her teeth and brought the box out from behind her.

An upright transparent square box, a pure black tray, held up a bunch of assembled red preserved roses.

A three-dimensional heart shape made up of 99 roses.

Jiang Cha was stunned to see the sudden appearance of roses.

Ji Fan took a deep breath and read out the draft she had been working on in the car:

“I came to give you flowers. I’m sorry, it was my fault before, I hid it from you, I was very wrong. But can we start over? Actually, I…”

“I…”

I like you a little bit.

Ji Fan couldn’t say it.

Her tongue hesitated subtly, and she changed her words.

“I’m so sorry.”

Jiang Cha looked at her calmly.

Her gaze was quiet, without a ripple.

“Can you accept it?”

Ji Fan’s eyes revealed a hint of expectation.

Jiang Cha took the box and glanced down.

Ji Fan watched her intently, not wanting to miss a single subtle expression.

The petals were no different from fresh roses, soft and with a slightly frosted texture. They must have been carefully trimmed by someone, and each one was curled up, perfect, without any withered or yellowed petals.

It was quite beautiful.

Jiang Cha looked at it quietly, then lifted her long eyelashes and looked at her seriously:

“Thank you, but there’s no need, no need.”

Then without hesitation, she threw the box away directly.

Bang—

The box was smashed open, and the roses inside scattered, one red rose after another, half-scattered on the floor of the corridor.

The moonlight fell quietly on the petals.

Jiang Cha closed the door neatly.

The smile that Ji Fan had just shown froze on her face.

She pursed her lips tightly, still trying to maintain a certain cold and hard shell, but her eyes were getting redder and redder.

She bent down and patiently picked up the scattered roses one by one, gathered them in her arms, and then put them back into the broken base, placing them in front of Jiang Cha’s door.

She turned her head and looked out the window.

Waiting for the night wind to soothe her emotions little by little.

Slowly, her eyes regained clarity.

“That’s enough.”

She said softly, “Let’s go.”

••••

The person had already left.

The night was very quiet, Jiang Cha curled up on the sofa, her gaze fixed on a point in mid-air.

Ji Fan didn’t understand.

She didn’t need an apology. In fact, she hated hearing any words related to “sorry”.

After sitting like this for a while, her stiff back slowly relaxed.

The wall clock pointed to eleven-thirty.

Jiang Cha’s long hair was now dry and draped smoothly over her waist. She got up, put on her slippers and walked slowly to the door, twisting the doorknob.

The scattered flowers had been tidied up.

Since the box was broken, she could only put the flowers on the base.

Jiang Cha bent down, picked up a flower, and ran her fingertips over the petals, letting out a barely audible sigh.

She carried the base inside but didn’t know where to put it.

It was too much of a pity to throw it away.

So she simply threw it on the balcony.

••••

Ji Fan had someone cut the beginning and end of the video, deleting the part where she knocked on the door and no one answered, and Jiang Cha threw away the flowers, leaving only the middle part.

In the video, Ji Fan was holding flowers and apologizing, asking for forgiveness.

The pixel quality was passable, but the lighting was really bad, and the distance was too far, so you could only barely make out the faces.

The one standing outside the door was Ji Fan.

The other one leaning against the door frame was blurry and couldn’t be seen clearly, but people who were familiar with Jiang Cha’s appearance could still recognize her.

That was enough.

Their conversation was not loud, but if you listened carefully, you could still hear it clearly.

There was little information, simply that Ji Fan had done something wrong and wanted to ask for forgiveness. However, even with this short clip, it was enough for people to understand what was going on.

The video was released that night from the perspective of a passerby, and with a little push, they asked several big V’s to forward it, and it quickly became a hot search.

#JiFanApologizesWithFlowers#

[Ji Fan’s Apology Video Exposed, Did Ji Commit Infidelity?]

A small video was attached below.

The rather exaggerated title, “Infidelity,” immediately attracted a group of onlookers.

“Jiang Cha is so miserable.”

“It seems that the two of them have indeed been at odds recently, and it seems that Ji was at fault first?”

“Tsk tsk, scumbag, infidelity is indeed ex.”

“The video didn’t say anything about infidelity? It just said that she did something wrong.”

“That’s right, this news is just clickbait.”

“No matter what, the scumbag is Ji Fan, not Jiang!”

“It’s enough to get out? Apologize?”

••••

The comments immediately turned their fire on Ji Fan.

The abusive language gradually increased.

It was equally unpleasant to hear.

Ji Fan sighed softly, her mood a bit complicated.

The apology letter was neatly typed in a Word document, neither too long nor too short. It reviewed their past, was clear and concise, and explained everything that needed to be explained, while also being filled with personal emotion.

In addition to this apology letter, there was also evidence from the civil affairs bureau: the two of them only had a marriage record, not a divorce.

She would post a Weibo post later, and the malicious rumors would be pretty much cleared up.

But who came up with this headline about infidelity?

She hadn’t cheated.

Ji Fan was amused and called Yang Yan.

“Hello?”

“Ms. Ji.” A respectful tone.

“Did you come up with the hot search headline?” Ji Fan asked bluntly, “Why say infidelity? Did I?”

“…”

Yang Yan was silent for a moment and said, “I’m really sorry, but that way more people will see it.”

“Fine.” Ji Fan said, “Communicate with Jiang Cha, and cooperate with me later.”

“Okay, Ms. Ji, you’ve gone to a lot of trouble.”

Ji Fan didn’t bother with her insincere politeness and hung up the phone.

Once the apology letter was posted, that would be pretty much it.

There was only one thing left: Who was the other person who was secretly following Jiang Cha and taking pictures, besides the bodyguard she had sent?

Or rather, who ordered it?

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