MGASC -Chapter 105 Sweet as Honey, the Big Rough Guy’s Girlish Heart

“What are you holding in your hand?”

“Nothing…”

Zhang Qiao didn’t believe him and went around behind him to look. Lin Tianyue instinctively tried to hide it, but with so little space, where could he possibly hide it?

“Wow, you bought flowers?”

Zhang Qiao actually found a small bouquet in his hand. She snatched it up—several rose-pink roses.

The flowers were in full bloom, fragrant and fresh. The stems showed fresh juice where they had been snapped off.

No wrapping, no smaller accompanying flowers—just a few roses. So, he hadn’t bought them?

“Be careful, they have thorns!”

Lin Tianyue, worried she might prick herself, hurriedly warned her.

Zhang Qiao grabbed the bottom of the stems. “Big rough guy, how come you suddenly thought of giving me flowers? Tell me, where did you get these? How could you just pick someone else’s flowers?”

The three little ones came over to see, too. Suddenly seeing their dad holding a few flowers seemed strange.

“Dad, why are you picking flowers?”

“Dad, if you want to grow flowers, you have to pull them out by the roots.”

“There’s no land left at home. Where would you plant them?”

Lin Tianyue: Couldn’t you kids just not stab me verbally for once?

He had just been walking along when he remembered something his assistant, Chen Wang, had said. For the sake of novelty, he picked a few flowers for Zhang Qiao.

Along the way, many people stared at him. Several times, he almost threw the flowers away.

He felt embarrassed. In their small county town, giving someone flowers just wasn’t done.

But thinking that maybe Zhang Qiao would like them, he grit his teeth and walked quickly until he finally reached the guesthouse.

Now that he looked, it seemed Zhang Qiao didn’t like them much.

Awkward…

Lin Tianyue pretended to serve her soup, not even looking up. “Picking, not picking, who cares. They’re all over the roadside, and there’s no owner. I just thought they looked nice, so I snapped a few. If you don’t like them, throw them aside.”

Zhang Qiao rolled her eyes and secretly observed him. Why did she feel like this big rough guy was blushing?

She looked down and smelled the flowers in her hand. “They’re so pretty, why would I throw them away?”

Lin Tianyue smiled.

“Wait… you’re a grown man, but you’re into pink? Everything has to be pink. You think pink just looks nice?”

Lin Tianyue froze. “Into… what? Into what?”

Zhang Qiao thought there was no way to explain to a brute like him. “I mean, you’re huge and rough, but you actually have a girlish heart.”

Lin Tianyue’s brows furrowed even tighter.

Girlish?

He could be associated with a girl?

Still confused, he glanced at his three unruly sons. Lin Xun didn’t understand either; Lin Jin even less so. Lin Ran thought for a moment and quietly said, “Maybe it means… you’re like a woman?”

Holy crap!

Lin Tianyue wanted to curse.

How could a proud, burly man like him be called a woman?

Calling a man like a woman was definitely an insult—but somehow, he felt Zhang Qiao wasn’t insulting him.

Zhang Qiao, meanwhile, had already started planning with the flowers. “Roses and wild roses are from the same family. Lin Tianyue, where did you pick these? Are there more? Why don’t we pick a lot and make rose cakes?”

Lin Tianyue: “…”

Lin Jin: “Aunt Qiao, you mean we can eat these flowers?”

The little guy grabbed a petal and popped it into his mouth. A bitter, astringent taste hit him, and he spat it out disgustedly. “Aunt Qiao tricked me! These flowers are so bitter!”

The whole family burst out laughing. Zhang Qiao couldn’t help but shake her head. “You little foodie, of course they need processing. You have to cook them before eating. How can you be so impatient?”

Perfect!

She had found ingredients for a beauty and skin-nourishing soup. Previously, her results had been dark and unappealing, always feeling something was missing. Roses and wild roses are from the same Rosaceae family, with a cooling property. They help dispel heat and dampness, regulate Qi and the stomach, and regulate menstruation. They have always been good ingredients, and their strong fragrance can also be added to drinks to clear summer heat and stomach fire.

Yes, decision made!

Zhang Qiao then thought of Su Yin from the last time she went to the city. So much time had passed—why hadn’t she come to find her?

Just as she was pondering, a bowl of soup was placed in front of her.

“Enough, stop thinking about flowers. If you like them, I’ll plant a whole yard for you in the future. For now, come drink your soup.”

Lin Tianyue picked the meat from the crucian carp carefully and placed it in the bowl, pushing it toward her.

Zhang Qiao happily drank more than half, and the rest went to the three kids.

In the afternoon, Lin Tianyue planned to check the old house alone.

But Zhang Qiao said she was full and wanted to go out for a walk. After hesitating briefly, Lin Tianyue agreed to take her along.

They rode bicycles, with Zhang Qiao in the back. To make it comfortable for her, Lin Tianyue added a foam pad, covered it with one of his shirts.

“Sit properly, hold onto my waist,” Lin Tianyue instructed.

“Okay.”

Zhang Qiao didn’t hesitate. Sitting sideways, she hugged his waist tightly.

Lin Tianyue’s body stiffened, and his back straightened.

Feeling him relax slightly, she smirked. “I forgot, your back and sides are sensitive. I’ll be gentle…”

“No, just hold on tight. Don’t fall.”

Zhang Qiao hugged him even closer. In front, Lin Tianyue’s lips curved wildly upward. From his heart to every limb, there was a deep, indescribable satisfaction.

Because holding him wasn’t anyone else—it was his most beloved wife.

The bicycle moved steadily forward. Along the way, many familiar people greeted them. “Sister-in-law!” “Brother Yue!” Lin Tianyue responded loudly, as if to announce he was riding with his wife.

Zhang Qiao only paid attention to one thing: Lin Tianyue’s authority in this area was quite high.

They passed by his factory, machines humming in orderly operation.

Although their home had burned down, with no house left, Zhang Qiao felt a quiet joy. She smelled the roadside flowers, felt the warm breeze, and saw everything thriving—her heart felt unexpectedly peaceful.

No grief over losing a home, only anticipation for the new house that would belong to this family.

Feeling happy, she hummed her favorite Jay Chou song.

“What song are you humming? Sounds nice. I’ve never heard it before,” Lin Tianyue said, listening carefully. The melody was light and beautiful, completely different from the red songs played on the radio every day.

Zhang Qiao quickly stopped, embarrassed. “Ah… nothing, just humming randomly…”

“Randomly humming and it sounds this good? You could be a superstar singer.”

Zhang Qiao punched him lightly with her small pink fist and happily switched to another song.

“Sweet as honey, your smile’s sweet as honey, like flowers blooming in the spring breeze, blooming in the spring breeze…”

Lin Tianyue smiled again.

Finally, a song he recognized.

It was really beautiful, no worse than what he heard on the radio.

What couldn’t his wife do?

She was just too amazing!