CHAPTER 65: QIXI FESTIVAL EXTRA [UNRELATED TO THE MAIN STORYLINE]

"Since when has the Quinn family been so idle?"

At the Manor of River Hills, Julian Sia glanced at the unexpected visitor in the living room, slightly raised his eyebrows, and walked calmly to the other sofa to sit down.

He casually picked up a magazine from the coffee table and leisurely flipped through it, feeling utterly relaxed.

Mason Quinn visibly twitched his lips, rolled his eyes without hesitation at someone, and sarcastically said, "Not as idle as you, old man."

"Jules, I came today for a proper reason." Mason Quinn winked, "Do you know what day it is tomorrow?"

Upon hearing this.

Julian Sia lowered his eyes, pondered for a while, completely at a loss about what might be special about the next day.

Seeing him like this, Mason Quinn’s lips immediately stretched, "Do you need me to remind you?"

"It seems you’re really very free," Julian Sia glanced at him, "why not practice a bit?"

Instead of guessing, he might as well "beat him to submission."

Seeing the man put down the magazine, ready to pull him into action, Mason Quinn immediately stood up and retreated, yelling, "Do you guys have to be so ruthless?"

Always resorting to force, it’s hard to tell whom they’ve learned this from.

Forget it, considering it’s the first time Jules is blooming like a millennium iron tree, he decided to speak up.

Otherwise, he’d still have to face ridicule with a bruised face on Qixi Festival tomorrow.

"I’ll be straightforward; tomorrow is the Qixi Festival, now you understand!"

Qixi Festival?

Finally, a ripple appeared in Julian Sia’s otherwise calm eyes, understanding what he meant.

But how should one celebrate this Qixi Festival?

Seeing Mason Quinn with an expression as if to say ’come ask me,’ Julian Sia began to issue a guest-expulsion order, "You can leave now."

"Huh?"

Mason Quinn suspected he heard it wrong, "Jules, are you sure you’re letting me go?"

He had come eagerly to offer suggestions, and now he’s just being dismissed?

Julian Sia remained silent, staring at him blandly, the meaning self-explanatory.

Seeing this.

Mason Quinn shrugged, "Then I’m leaving, don’t regret it."

He kept looking back every few steps, but the man stubbornly didn’t utter a word.

After he left, Julian Sia paused momentarily, then began fiddling with his phone, Googling the matter in awkward, inexperienced motions—it was evidently his first time.

Seeing the search results, Julian Sia’s brow alternated between furrowing and relaxing, finally picking out a few.

"Charles Jordan, have people buy all the flowers nationwide and send them to River Hills."

On the other end, Charles Jordan was a bit confused by these words, but upon realizing what holiday was coming up, he had an epiphany.

Jules is going to celebrate Qixi with Miss Green!

Unexpectedly, even Jules would have such a day.

Charles Jordan acted swiftly; soon all flower shops nationwide sold out, and the lawn at the Manor of River Hills was adorned with bright flowers.

"Jules, the stuff you requested."

Charles Jordan carried a pile of things into the living room, curiously watching the man’s sketches on paper, suddenly having a bold thought.

Jules couldn’t possibly be planning to make lanterns himself, could he?

Suppressing his urge to gossip, Charles Jordan left the manor cautiously, beginning to look forward to the coming of tomorrow.

...

The next day.

Claire Green had just finished her classes and was about to leave when the trio stopped her.

"Olivia, have you prepared the gift?"

"What gift?" Claire Green frowned.

Upon hearing these words, Isabella Xyler’s face fell, "Don’t tell me you don’t know today is Qixi Festival!"

So it was that.

Claire Green’s lips curled up, she raised her hand and patted her shoulder, "Don’t worry yourself too much."

Watching her back, Isabella Xyler rubbed her face and turned her head, "So did she prepare or not?"

If not, there would be trouble.

She had heard that Jules prepared gifts, and if it came time to exchange gifts and Olivia didn’t have one, then...

Thinking about the consequences, Isabella Xyler couldn’t help but shiver, hoping Olivia could avert the crisis.

Meanwhile, the person she was worrying about was lazily sitting in the car, playing with a small box in her hand.

She had originally planned to give this to him in a few days; now it was happening earlier.

Claire Green opened the box for a glance, her eyes sparkling with delight, her eye corners softened.

After half an hour, the car stopped at the gate of Manor of River Hills.

"Miss Green, today you’ll have to walk in yourself." Charles Jordan finished speaking and swiftly made his exit, unwilling to linger a second longer.

Staring at the tightly closed gate in front, Claire Green raised an eyebrow, the curve of her lips more pronounced.

Bang—

The gate opened with a sound, in the next moment, lights illuminated overhead, revealing a series of lanterns hanging in the air.

Even someone as composed as Claire Green was momentarily stunned by this scene, then a delighted low laugh overflowed.

No wonder she was told not to come back yesterday; turns out it was to prepare all of this.

She casually picked up a nearby lantern, the drawings on it made her pause, looking closely, every lantern depicted moments between her and him.

No need to guess whose handiwork this was.

"He’s really making one want to commit a crime."

Pressing down the thoughts surging in her heart, Claire Green walked step by step towards the manor.

The next moment, her footsteps halted.

A man in a white suit stood at the entrance, surrounded by swaying flowers; she heard his deep, magnetic voice.

"Ah Claire."

"Darling, you..."

Before Claire Green could finish her sentence, she saw the man stride forward, pulling her to him, his gaze tender and twinkling.

"Flowers of a nation for your peace here."

He hoped her heart would no longer be barren.

Smart as Claire Green was, she instantly understood the deep meaning of his words, her phoenix eyes suddenly smarting.

"There’s really no need for this."

Julian Sia affectionately ruffled her hair, "Whatever others have, my little one must also have."

After speaking, he led her inside.

Claire Green’s line of sight directly fell onto the dining table not far away; turning her head, she saw the tension on the man’s face extensive.

"You made this."

"Ah Claire, try it."

Under the man’s expectant gaze, Claire Green picked up a piece of fish and placed it in her mouth, which wasn’t bad at all.

Putting down her chopsticks, she pulled the man’s hand over to inspect, "Alright, tell me, how long did you practice?"

"Not long."

Julian Sia didn’t elaborate on practicing cooking, preferring she not know about his initial culinary disasters.

Seeing he didn’t want to discuss it, Claire Green didn’t press further, pulling a box from her pocket and handing it over, "Your gift."

Having not expected a gift himself, Julian Sia’s eyes paused, accepted it, opened it, and instantly his alluring smile emerged.

His joyous voice tinged with teasing, "Can I interpret this as a hint from Ah Claire?"

"But proposal should be initiated by the man."

After listening, Claire Green’s eye corners lifted, "Darling, don’t indulge in unrealistic dreams."

Though she said this, she still reached to put the ring on Julian Sia’s finger.

"The ring has a transponder and tracking blocker installed within, also..."

Before finishing, warmth enveloped her lips, the rest of her words stifled in her throat.

She didn’t know how long had passed when Julian Sia finally let her go from his embrace, smiling as he put another ring on her, "I really like Ah Claire’s gift."

"But now I want another gift."

"What?"

Claire Green had not yet reacted, and suddenly she was airborne, seeing the man carry her upstairs; if she didn’t understand now, she’d be incredibly dense.

"Darling, let’s be human!"

"Tonight, we’ll be wolves."