Perfect Secret Love: The Bad New Wife is a Little Sweet

Ye Wanwan continued, “Stop dawdling around. Do as I say. Oh right, I want white roses! White roses should suit Ji Xiuran rather well…”

Big Dipper was on the brink of a breakdown. “Is that the main point, Sis Feng? Are you listening to me? Also, why are you planning on giving roses to a man? He’ll think it’s humiliating, okay?”

“Isn’t it enough that you just pissed off Lord Asura? If you piss off Emperor Ji too, our Fearless Alliance is going to be destroyed to smithereens! Also, your life is still in Lord Asura’s hands! Can’t you save your life first? Even if want to pursue someone, you should be pursuing Lord Asura!”

Ye Wanwan raised her brows. “You think Lord Asura will fall in love with me?”

“He won’t!” Big Dipper shook his head without any hesitation.

Ye Wanwan’s lips twitched at Big Dipper’s resolute answer. “Since I’m going to die anyway, does it matter who I give flowers to?”

Big Dipper was about to cry. “Sis Feng… what kind of twisted logic is that…?”

Ye Wanwan waved her hand impatiently and said, “Enough already. 999 white roses, alright? You can’t be short a single one, and I want the freshest and prettiest!”

“… Sis Feng, can I turn this down?” Big Dipper protested feebly.

Ye Wanwan didn’t say anything and merely glanced at him cheerfully.

A shiver went down Big Dipper’s back as he remembered his president bloodily trouncing Ling Huo. He miserably changed his direction. “Buy… buy, buy, buy. I’ll go and buy them now, alright…?!”

Seven Star stood in his spot and glanced at Ye Wanwan with a complicated look.

Upon seeing Seven Star holding back from talking, Ye Wanwan said, “What? What do you want to say?”

Seven Star said, “Nothing. You naturally have your own reasons for doing this, Sis Feng.”

Ye Wanwan nodded with satisfaction. “It’s still Seven Star who knows me best. Emperor Ji helped me this time, so I’m merely giving him a bouquet of flowers to express my thanks. Is that a problem?”

Big Dipper listened to Ye Wanwan’s “earnest” explanation and grumbled, “Fabricate… Keep fabricating…”

Big Dipper had no choice. He didn’t dare to disobey Ye Wanwan’s orders, so he quickly went to the flower shop and bought 999 white roses as Ye Wanwan requested, not daring to miss a single one.

After ordering the flowers, Big Dipper dismally brought it back to Ye Wanwan with a miserable expression for her to check them.

“Sis Feng, the flowers are ready. Inspect them…”

Ye Wanwan looked at the roses and nodded. “Alright, drive my car here and put all the flowers in the trunk!”

“Okay…”

Big Dipper drove Bai Feng’s limited edition bright red Ferrari sports car over. Then he and Seven Star carefully placed all the roses into the trunk.

Ye Wanwan nodded with satisfaction. “Done. Let’s go!”

Big Dipper glanced at the trunk of roses and the auspicious bright red Ferrari, horror evident on his face. “Sis Feng, you aren’t planning to give it to Emperor Ji like this, right?!”

Ye Wanwan: “What? You have a problem with that?”

“Sis Feng! You’re crazy! Even if you want to give them, you should at least give them secretly! Isn’t this too freaking ostentatious? Aren’t you going to make it known to everyone and embarrass Emperor Ji in public?! Emperor Ji might look friendly, but he absolutely isn’t a saint! By giving him, a man, a bunch of roses, what’s the difference between this and provocation?!” Big Dipper said, frightened.

“Ostentatious… Make it known to everyone…” Ye Wanwan murmured.

That was exactly what she wanted—ostentatious. She wanted everyone to be aware.

What she was afraid of was a certain someone remaining in the dark.