——"She cried, she cried. The journey hasn’t been easy for our little sister, so there’s no need to bother you two with going to the civil affairs office. I’ve already moved over."
——"Can rich people really be reliable, or are they just playing around?"
——"On this happy occasion, anyone speaking ill fortune gets crossed out imdiately!"
To distinguish between Arnold Simmons and Jimmy Simmons, netizens now simply refer to Arnold as ’big boss’ even in the comnts on Hannah’s Weibo, saying "When is your big boss going to show up for business?"
With the internet thriving, if couples don’t show affection towards each other online for a few days, everyone starts speculating break-ups, conjuring up sad tales three thousand words long.
But before any rumors of break-up had a chance to spread, so netizens stumbled upon the big boss’s burner account.
Counting the ti, it began updating last year.
He would share sothing every few days, very ordinary updates, discretely showing off their love.
The most recent photo was the sa rose garden picture that was posted when Hannah went public with her relationship.
Both of them used the sa picture.
It was taken by Arnold, and the corner of the photo revealed a piece of a small skirt that was custom-made for Hannah by a brand.
No one else had it but her.
The netizens were thrilled.
——"Are all big bosses this low-key romantic?"
——"Our big boss has had it tough, no need to hide their love anymore."
——"I feel so humbled, big boss looking so pitiful."
——"Right, Hannah is in charge of earning money to support the family, and big boss is in charge of being as beautiful as a flower. Makes perfect sense."
——"Am I the only one who noticed that this villa even cos with a garden swimming pool? Is this a palace? Truly a world of the rich!"
The atmosphere online was harmonious, resembling the sense of a village celebrating a wedding with the entire community offering blessings.
The occasional sour comnt would be drowned out by others, without even a chance to surface.
As for Hannah, chased by netizens for regular updates, had just finished her day’s schedule.
The mont she got in the car and saw Arnold sitting in the driver’s seat, she wasn’t surprised at all and smiled, "Mr. Simmons, after being a florist, are you taking on the role of a driver now?"
Arnold turned to look at her, the dim streetlights outside casting a warm glow on his handso face, his eyes softening, "Yeah, I’m here to be your driver."
Hannah fastened her seatbelt and suddenly, in a serious tone, said, "Mr. Simmons, do you know what I was thinking the first ti I saw you?"
She leaned in, her made-up face accentuating her beauty to its fullest. The glowing warmth fell on her fair skin, adding to her delicate and lively charm.
The man lowered his eyes, his long, narrow gaze deep and knowing, focusing on her red lips for a mont before returning to the road.
Suppressing a smile, he pretended to ask carelessly, "Thinking what?"
She cupped her own face, looking up at the man’s profile in the mirror, smiling as she slowly said, "I was thinking, a man who keeps himself so cool and composed like you, if one day he were to lose control for soone, to be head over heels, it must be very interesting to see."
Images of their first eting ca flooding back into her mind.
In the noisy and crowded private room, with off-key singing in her ears and amidst the glitter of lights, there was this out-of-place man sitting on the sofa.
White dress shirt, suit pants, standing out exceptionally. Especially that innate, cool, and indifferent temperant. His lack of response to those around him trying to please him—it was just like an emperor from ancient tis.
He had all the power of an emperor at his disposal, yet his surroundings were vacant.
"So, I was thinking, you’re missing a bewitching beauty who could make you willingly overturn an empire."
Her voice softened, like that of a siren retrieved from deep seas, a seductive lody gently sung. Her hair spread out on the soft white bed.
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