Chapter 1598: Blue Rose

Looking at Song Tan again, she had already picked up her fork and bitten off half of that cream rose.

Seeing that Lu Chuan had indeed touched the rose, she felt a sense of anticipation fulfilled and asked him innocently: "Doesn't it look good?"

Lu Chuan couldn't care about the cake anymore. He set his plate and fork aside and carefully picked up the blue rose.

Always a stickler for cleanliness, he didn't even notice the cream sticking to the bottom of the stem.

These soft petals, this clear, unique blue, this large and standard flower—sniffing it gently, that faint scent of roses became even more apparent.

Touching the petals lightly with his hand, there were no traces of dye or coloring in the thin veins of the petals.

—This was real.

But how could there be a blue rose of this color in the world?

He recalled the so-called bouquet he had been guessing about all along and asked in surprise:

"Tan Tan, did you cultivate this yourself?"

To cultivate such a rose, even if Tan Tan had some extraordinary abilities, it must have taken all her effort.

And they were almost together every day, yet she had hidden it so well. Compared to her defenseless personality, this...

Lu Chuan felt both moved and shocked.

Song Tan, however, felt that calling it cultivation was too much like cheating.

She had indeed put in the effort, not only repeatedly adjusting the direction of the spiritual energy to stimulate it, correcting it constantly, and then adjusting and stimulating again...

She had pruned and trimmed for over two months to reach its current state, and it was far from stable; perhaps the next batch of flowers would slowly revert to their previous state without her intervention.

But, all in all, it hadn't exhausted her to that extent.

So she said modestly: "By chance, just by chance."

But Lu Chuan didn't believe in chance.

He had always only believed in hard work.

However...

"Did you cut the flowers and wrap them into a bouquet?"

A rare trace of anxiety appeared in his eyes.

Seeing someone who was always emotionally stable lose his composure like this, Song Tan finished the cream rose and pushed his shoulder:

"Turn around, close your eyes. I have a birthday gift for you later."

Lu Chuan's heart raced, and he cooperated immediately.

When the faint sound rose again, Song Tan finally allowed him to turn around.

He opened his eyes and the first thing he saw was the potted plant on the dining table.

It was an unremarkable white resin flowerpot, about 21cm in diameter.

But the small pot carried a flourishing rose. At this moment, the oily, dense leaves were stacked in layers, making Lu Chuan subconsciously worry about whether it would get stuffy and develop black spots or powdery mildew.

Looking at the flowers on the leaves, there were those in full bloom, those about to bloom, and tiny buds... every single one was this exceptionally clear, extreme blue.

Just in varying shades, like the highly saturated oil pastel album under Chen Chi's brush.

Even the stamens were a bright, vibrant yellow.

His gaze was almost glued to it.

Seeing him like this, Song Tan thought that Yang Zhengxin and the others had guessed correctly; if they had presented this before the cake, they probably would have had to wait until late at night to eat it.

If Yang Zhengxin hadn't sent the album in advance, Lu Chuan probably wouldn't have had the heart to appreciate it carefully, no matter how much self-control he had.

But she felt a deep sense of accomplishment, because the birthday gift she had gone to such lengths to create had ultimately brought him enough shock and joy.

It was worth all the trouble she had gone through over the past two months.

It also made the effort Lu Chuan put into her family seem even more worthwhile.

Lu Chuan sat there almost obsessively, appreciating the rose from front to back, even carefully picking off two yellow leaves at the bottom.

Then he suddenly became anxious again:

"Was this flower brought here in the trunk?"

They had brought so much luggage, it was fortunate it hadn't been crushed.

He added: "The hotel windows can't be fully opened. This kind of dark window has no ventilation, and roses are very prone to illness in this environment."

Song Tan almost laughed out loud:

"What should we do?" She also feigned worry: "I just wanted to give you a surprise. Otherwise, should I call a courier to pack it and send it back overnight?"

That would be even worse.

Even the most expensive courier wouldn't necessarily guarantee that such a potted plant would arrive intact.

He said solemnly: "Tomorrow, after we send Little Yang to register, let's go back immediately."

He then looked at the pot: once the flowering period was over, it would be time to repot; this pot was too small.

A small pot was conducive to dry-wet cycling, but such a large canopy clearly affected root growth.

Such a blue rose...

He couldn't help but take out his phone to take photos solemnly, then suddenly asked Song Tan:

"Are you planning to go into the flower business?"

Song Tan was stunned: "I don't think so..."

She didn't know much about flowers, and where would she find such a large space?

Lu Chuan, however, had visited major flower markets and online flower shops:

"People are under a lot of pressure now, and gardening hobbies are becoming popular year by year."

"If you want to make money, this is a good direction."

Of course, he knew Song Tan didn't have much interest in making money right now.

Compared to looking at them, she still preferred the ones she could eat.

But since he had thought of it, he should mention it—what if she didn't have enough money to build the house?

"For a pure blue rose like this, if the traits are stable, selling it as a mother plant for hundreds of thousands or millions would be no problem at all."

After all, some people have spent 50 years trying to cultivate such a color without success.

Tan Tan was simply born for plants.

Song Tan, however, was truly interested—

She actually had many ideas.

For example, her parents would never move to the city in their lifetime, and her spiritual energy couldn't openly eliminate all problems, so she had the idea of building a better hospital in town.

It didn't need to be too big, just good at basic geriatric diseases.

Their mountain roads were winding, and the town sounded far away, but if you thought about it, a ten or twenty-minute drive wasn't considered far in the city.

If it weren't for that, the staff dormitory she wanted to build wouldn't have been chosen in town.

However, given her current project progress and speed of making money, she had enough money for now.

It was better not to easily step into the flower field she didn't understand well.

But...

"Can I sell potted plants?"

She pondered: "Those tomato potted plants, chili potted plants..."

Although the taste might be much worse after buying them and raising them for two or three months, they should still have an advantage.

It's just that the price of potted plants would definitely have to be a little more expensive.

Lu Chuan had already taken many unsatisfactory photos of the flower—after all, most blue flowers were hard to restore in the lens.

At this moment, while he couldn't wait to go home, he replied: "The potted plant business is quite good."

?? Here. I've been sleeping through my period, slept for three hours this afternoon, I'm dazed. ===== CHAPTER 1599 =====