Chapter 19: Witnessed with My Own Eyes

On the other side, just as the employees of the Su Corporation were wrapping up after a long day’s work, tidying up their belongings and making plans for their evening leisure, a small truck suddenly drove in. It made a turn in front of the building, positioning its rear at the main entrance.

“What’s going on? Are we getting new office furniture?” The staff passing by on the first floor exchanged puzzled glances, their eyes drawn collectively to the little truck. Their confusion was soon resolved.

Two people stepped out of the vehicle, quickly opened the cargo doors, and deftly arranged a vast expanse of roses shaped into a heart in the lobby of the Su Corporation’s first floor. Then, the truck left as swiftly as it had come.

In an instant, a sea of flowers appeared before their eyes. For the young women among the staff, this was nearly irresistible—after all, what woman could remain unmoved by such a grand gesture of affection?

While everyone stood in astonishment, a dazzling red sports car roared up to the entrance, parking at an angle. The gull-wing doors swung upward, revealing the figure within.

“That’s Liuchuan Feng, the heir of the Liu Group,” a sharp-eyed veteran employee identified the driver at once—Su Qingcheng’s first love. At once, everyone turned to look, murmurs and exclamations breaking out among the crowd. The men could only look on with envy, while the women were filled with jealous admiration.

“Is he here to confess to our President Su? They’re a match made in heaven! If my boyfriend confessed to me like that, I’d marry him on the spot,” giggled a few receptionists, their cheeks flushed, eyes sparkling with pink-tinted adoration.

As for the men, their collective gaze was fixed on the futuristic sports car, eyes brimming with a mix of envy and longing.

It was clear to everyone why Liuchuan Feng had come. They watched as he cradled a massive bouquet of roses and walked slowly into the heart-shaped bed of flowers. With his handsome features, tall stature, perfectly tailored suit, and the stunning car parked not far away, Liuchuan Feng’s charm was on full display, leaving many of the young women in the company blushing and fluttering with excitement, wishing that it was them in the spotlight.

Yet, no one seemed to remember—or perhaps no one dared to mention—that at this very moment, Su Qingcheng was a married woman. She had a husband, even if he was regarded as a failure. Legally, on paper, she was married. Or perhaps, even if someone did remember, they would never say so aloud. To offend the wrong people could mean losing one’s job, or worse, being blacklisted in the industry. No one was willing to be the one to speak up.

Soon, the distinct chime of the CEO’s private elevator rang out as Su Qingcheng arrived. The heavy elevator doors slid open, revealing her cool and composed face.

Perhaps troubled by issues with the Port of Hucheng project, Su Qingcheng’s brows were furrowed, her head bowed as she scrolled through her phone, scanning information without so much as glancing up—not to mention noticing Liuchuan Feng standing nearby with his bouquet.

Unaware of the spectacle awaiting her, Su Qingcheng, prompted by the elevator’s chime, strode forward to leave. Suddenly, she felt her left arm tugged gently.

“What is it?” Su Qingcheng turned slightly, looking at her secretary with a hint of puzzlement.

“President Su, look outside,” the secretary replied, eyes brimming with envy, and pointed delicately toward the lobby.

“What’s going on outside?” Su Qingcheng asked, momentarily confused.

“President Su, just see for yourself,” the secretary said, nearly moved to tears by the romantic scene, biting her lip.

“What...?” Su Qingcheng straightened, only to find a crowd of people gazing at her with rapt attention. Her eyes widened, then quickly focused on the scene at the center of the lobby—there was Liuchuan Feng, surrounded by a heart of roses and holding a massive bouquet.

As if compelled by some unseen force, Su Qingcheng walked over and stood before Liuchuan Feng, but hesitated to step inside the heart-shaped arrangement.

“Qingcheng, I’m sorry I’m late,” Liuchuan Feng said softly, sensing her reluctance and reading her concerns. “From now on, let me shield you from the storm, clear away all obstacles. Please, give me another chance.”

Su Qingcheng was touched, yet guilt gnawed at her. After all, she was a married woman now, or rather, a woman who had once been a maiden. In private, she could allow herself to be close to him, as she had in the private room at last night’s banquet, but in public, she could not—her image must be carefully guarded, at least until after her divorce.

“Qingcheng, I love you. I will spend the rest of my life making up for the wrongs of the past three years. Please, give me a chance,” Liuchuan Feng pressed on, seeing the conflict, emotion, and guilt flicker in her eyes. With sudden resolve, he knelt down in front of everyone, gently placing the bouquet on the floor, and produced a heart-shaped box.

“Oh my, he’s proposing!” The female staff erupted, faces flushed, voices rising in a chorus that elevated the atmosphere to a fever pitch, almost as though wishing to be in the protagonist’s place themselves.

“Qingcheng, marry me. I will cherish you for a lifetime.” Buoyed by the cheers and encouragement, Liuchuan Feng opened the box, revealing a diamond ring sparkling under the lights, its five carats casting a dazzling rainbow.

The atmosphere reached a crescendo, and Su Qingcheng, deeply moved, finally stepped into the heart of roses. Still, she clung to the last thread of reason, barely managing to maintain her composure. “Give me some time. When the time comes, place it on my finger yourself,” she said quietly.

“All right.” Liuchuan Feng’s face brightened with joy as he nodded. Just as he was about to put away the ring and hand Su Qingcheng the roses, a voice rang out, freezing both Su Qingcheng and Liuchuan Feng in place.

“Sister, how could you? Brother-in-law treats you so well, working tirelessly for you, and yet you accept another man’s proposal? What are you doing?” Unbeknownst to them, Su Qingxue had arrived at the lobby, her face furious as she glared at Su Qingcheng and Liuchuan Feng in the center of the hall.

“Qingxue, Moran, why are you here?” Su Qingcheng’s neck stiffened, her voice faltering as she averted her gaze, her eyes darting nervously. She had been caught in the act—this was nothing less than a scene of betrayal.

Standing behind Su Qingxue was Moran, his face dark as he looked on, his gaze a mix of confusion, pain, and helplessness, all of which, in the end, hardened into determination.