Rebirth: I Became Mr.President's Beloved-Chapter 118: Just Happen to Know a Little Floral Arrangement

Gao Wenlan emphasized, "I’m not threatening you, just reminding you that my husband’s memory isn’t very good, always losing things. If something goes missing, only you and your child who are strangers have been in our house. I can’t prove you’re a Floral Artist, so naturally it’s hard for me to vouch for you."

The reminder was obviously purposeful.

Tang Li tugged at the corner of her mouth.

In fact, she could tell her that she came with Song Baiyan and the child who went to the restroom was Song Baiyan’s brother.

But the words came to her lips and Tang Li swallowed them back down.

Because she didn’t want to cause more trouble.

Moreover—

The other party didn’t mean any harm; she just wanted to arrange the flowers well.

There were no shouts from Song Jingtian downstairs, so he was probably still in the restroom.

"If you really don’t want to, just forget it and go downstairs," said Gao Wenlan, walking to the table and picking up the scissors. "A melon forcefully twisted off its vine isn’t sweet, I still understand that much."

After speaking, she cast a resentful glance at Tang Li.

However, once she took a rose in her hand, she became completely clueless.

Thinking of that witch in the school who sarcastically mocked her, she couldn’t contain her anger. How dare she say marrying Old Wang was like marrying The Great Learning Commission, criticizing her for not even knowing how to cook or arrange flowers. No wonder the décor in the small Western-style building was so old-fashioned.

She knew very well that the witch had been enviously eyeing Old Wang for many years!

Every time Old Wang came to pick her up from school, she would show up dressed in extravagant clothes, her flirtatiousness wafting for miles.

It was lucky that Old Wang, a man who valued substance, was not seduced by that shameless witch.

With this in mind, Gao Wenlan snipped off the stem of the rose with a "click."

Then, the rose in her hand was taken away.

Tang Li had returned to the table: "If you want the arranged flowers to last longer, you can’t cut the stems like this." Saying this, she picked up another pair of scissors and snipped at the base of the rose stem: "It’s best to cut about 1 inch from the bottom at a 45-degree angle, which increases the stem’s water intake, and the flowers and leaves will absorb more water and thrive."

The way Tang Li cut was skilful.

Gao Wenlan pursed her lips, not giving a pleasant look: "Just now you kept insisting you weren’t a Floral Artist, so what, have you changed your tune now?"

"I really am not a Floral Artist." Tang Li put the rose she trimmed into a glass vase: "I just happen to know a bit about flower arranging."

In her previous life, after Han Jifeng’s successful career advancement, Qin Yueru told her that as a wife she didn’t have to be outstanding, but she shouldn’t miss any opportunity to improve herself. Only in this way, could she and Han Jifeng have something to talk about in the future.

So she enrolled in classes to learn flower arranging, tea ceremony, as well as dance and yoga.

Regardless of whether she liked it or not, she worked hard to learn. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

But even if she learned well, she never showed it in front of Han Jifeng even once.

Tang Li picked up an African daisy from the table: "There’s also a very important rule in flower arranging— the number of each type of flower should be odd.

For example, you can place 5 red roses on the outer ring, 3 rosebuds in the inner ring, and then use 3 stems of baby’s breath as an accent.

This reduces the monotony of the arrangement and makes the bouquet look more harmonious."

When Song Baiyan and Wong Yangming came out of the study and passed by the balcony, they smelled the faint scent of flowers, and a patient female voice reached their ears.

Stopping in his tracks, Song Baiyan saw Tang Li arranging flowers.

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