Chapter Seventy-five: I, Luoshui—What Say You?

Is this some kind of magic trick?”
“But he picked it right from the side, and it’s a violet that only blooms in spring.”
Everyone rubbed their eyes, unable to believe what they’d seen.
Watching, up close, as a flower bud seemed to come alive in Qin Mu’s hand and blossom—this was more astonishing than any magic trick, a true miracle!
But it was Qin Mu’s final gesture that truly melted the hearts of many young women present.
No matter how lavish the floral gala, nothing could compare to having him gently tuck a flower behind your ear himself.
More importantly, the flower Qin Mu had chosen wasn’t just any blossom—it was a violet.
The language of violets speaks of eternal love.
In contrast, the white orchid Han Ziyu had offered merely hinted at affection.
To those who understood the language of flowers, the difference in status between the two was instantly clear.
Yet curiosity bloomed among them: who exactly was this handsome young man?
Even Han Ziyu, the superstar basking in the spotlight, had been utterly upstaged by him.
“Heh, so you had something special prepared after all. I underestimated you,” Han Ziyu said, forcing a laugh.
“Well then, junior sister, your senior brother has some matters to attend to, so I won’t accompany you around the flower market any longer.”
Sensing the shift in the atmosphere, Han Ziyu quickly slipped into the crowd and made his escape.
As for the so-called Peach Blossom Immortal, the old man hurriedly packed up and left after being exposed by Qin Mu, not daring to linger.
Once out of the crowd, Han Ziyu rushed back to his car and contacted his agent to suppress any negative news that had surfaced about him that day.
After hanging up, he impatiently dialed the darknet contact.
“What on earth happened last night? Did you find out?”

Last night, Luo Shui was supposed to be under Peach Sister’s control, but Han Ziyu had received no updates, and somehow, Luo Shui ended up back with Qin Mu while all contact with Peach Sister was lost.
And that dog Qin—wasn’t he supposed to have returned to the countryside long ago? How did he end up in Yan Gui Garden?
“We have no idea what method was used, but all information has been completely locked down. Even after pulling all our city connections, we haven’t found a single clue!” came the response on the other end of the line.
“Damn it, it’s like seeing a ghost!”
Han Ziyu slammed the phone down in frustration.
After a long moment of brooding, he accepted a few photos from his driver.
The photos captured the moment he reached out to Luo Shui, and with a clever angle, made it look as though the two were embracing.
“Luo Shui, do you really think refusing me is the end of this?”
“I don’t care what tricks that dog Qin Mu pulled, but the power of public opinion is something no amount of connections can resist!”

Meanwhile, back on Flower Street.
Now the turmoil had passed, Qin Mu continued to accompany Luo Shui as she wandered about.
Luo Shui had expected today to end in embarrassment, yet Qin Mu’s miraculous intervention had turned everything around, leaving Han Ziyu to flee in disgrace.
“How did you do that just now?” She had held back for a long time, but finally, curiosity got the better of her and she asked Qin Mu.
“That’s a secret,” Qin Mu replied with deliberate mystery.
“Fine, don’t tell me then.” Luo Shui huffed, but she trusted Qin Mu had his reasons for keeping it to himself. Sooner or later, he would tell her.
She gently removed the violet from behind her ear.
“Doesn’t it look good on you?” Qin Mu asked.
“This is the first gift you’ve ever given me. I want to frame it and keep it as a memento.” Luo Shui’s eyes shone with happiness, as if she regarded the violet as a token of their love.
After they finished at the flower market, Qin Mu brought Luo Shui home.

The next few days passed quietly, devoted to rest and recovery. Each day, Qin Mu prepared nourishing medicinal soups, and soon enough, any lingering illnesses faded away.
Finally, New Year’s Eve arrived.
According to the customs of Wanglong Village, it was time for Qin Mu to return home as well.
“Are you staying here in Jiangcheng, or…?” Qin Mu asked for her opinion.
“I wouldn’t dare stay here alone,” Luo Shui replied with a shiver.
That previous incident had left a shadow in her heart, one she wouldn’t soon forget.
“Take me with you. I promise I’ll make you proud.”
Seizing the opportunity, Luo Shui hopped into Qin Mu’s Bugatti Veyron, and together they set off for Wanglong Village.
…
Within Wanglong Village,
As New Year’s Eve had arrived, most families were already reunited, gathered around their tables.
At the Jiang home, apart from the eldest brother’s family—still on the road due to business—and Qin Mu, who had yet to return, even the old master and Madam Jiang had come back to the village.
“Hmph, that little bastard, he has no respect for family rules!”
“Ten years away in the outside world, and what did he learn? Nothing but roguish airs!”
The old master Jiang thundered, his anger palpable.