"Little Jade, people cannot be brought back from the dead. She passed away peacefully, you should feel comforted,"
The old man was named Teng Yushu, and he was also feeling very sad at the moment.
"Forget it, let's not talk about her. Who told her she had a thin fate? But her skills were all passed on to Jiang Nuan, so she has no regrets. She has nothing to regret in this life," Granny Jin said, then lowered her head and took a sip of the chicken soup. Instantly, all sorts of emotions surged within her. The people of her generation had experienced all the joys and sorrows of life.
As one gets older, one comes to terms with many things. When encountering difficulties, one does not blame heaven; when facing setbacks, one does not shirk responsibility; when making mistakes, one does not evade them.
Yet, even so, life is a tapestry of myriad experiences.
The bits and pieces of her and Teng Yushu's years together flashed through her mind.
They met, they got to know each other, they fell in love. Due to various schemes, they had been in and out of each other's lives for decades. Now, they lived like enemies, wishing they could never see each other again.
Teng Yushu also lowered his head and took a sip of the chicken soup. The faint aroma spread in his mouth, and his eyes narrowed in enjoyment.
"Indeed, this nourishing soup made by this little girl is too delicious. It makes me want to cry. I'm already this old, I've encountered everything. Yet, at this moment, I feel like crying."
As soon as Teng Yushu finished speaking, tears began to stream down his face.
Seeing this, Jin Yu, who had looked displeased, also felt a pang in her heart and burst into tears.
He Mingrun, who was sitting outside drinking the nourishing soup, felt that he had never tasted such a nourishing soup before. He was in a bad mood; he hadn't seen Meng Yuan all day. However, after drinking the nourishing soup, his mood inexplicably improved.
As he was almost finished, he heard crying. He looked around, but there was no one on the second floor. It seemed he was the only one here. Where was the crying coming from?
He Mingrun glanced at the remaining soup at the bottom of the bowl, feeling a little reluctant to finish it. He had almost drained it completely.
He elegantly wiped his mouth and rose to leave the private room.
As soon as he stepped out, he saw Jiang Nuan, Meng Yuan, and a man standing not far away.
Meng Yuan was wearing a black dress that accentuated her slender waist. She was tall, with a perfect golden ratio – so beautiful!
Meng Yuan was stunned by the heartbreaking cries.
"Aishiba, Jiang Nuan, you're amazing! They're actually crying!"
Jiang Nuan looked at the private room not far away with a blank expression and said, "It's good that they cried. They've been strong their whole lives; it's time for them to be vulnerable."
Meng Yuan looked at her best friend, who had a profound expression. To be honest, she often couldn't figure Jiang Nuan out.
She felt that Jiang Nuan was sometimes very mysterious, and at other times, she seemed foolish. Right now, she was so mysterious that Meng Yuan couldn't understand her.
Although her six years had been difficult, she had never heard Jiang Nuan complain. Jiang Nuan always said that if one had too many thoughts in their heart, their eyes would be blinded by emotions, and they would get lost in hatred and resentment.
Jiang Nuan was a heroic woman who had emerged from hardship.
"Miss Jiang, Yuan Yuan." A deep, pleasant voice called out.
The three of them turned around and saw He Mingrun.
Jiang Nuan was very surprised, "Young Master He, why are you here?"
He Mingrun smiled and said, "Little Jiu sent over a dozen flower baskets. How could I not come? The nourishing soup is very delicious. I like it very much."
He Mingrun spoke the truth.
Jiang Nuan was also stunned for a moment. Mu Jiuchen had said he wouldn't come earlier, but he sent flower baskets. What a strange person.
"Thank you for gracing us with your presence, Young Master He!" Jiang Nuan smiled faintly at him, her beauty overwhelming. He Mingrun felt dazzled.
Would Mu Jiuchen be captivated if he saw her?
Her attire today also exuded an ethereal aura, her temperament elegant and refined.
"Nuan Nuan, who is he..." Jiang Xingyu's gaze towards He Mingrun was unfriendly.
He Mingrun then noticed Jiang Xingyu.
Oh! Little Jiu has a rival.
Before Jiang Nuan could speak, he smiled and introduced himself, "Hello, I'm He Mingrun, a friend of Miss Jiang and Yuan Yuan."
Jiang Xingyu rarely stayed in the country, but he had heard of He Mingrun, the CEO of He Corporation.
"Hello, my name is Jiang Xingyu, Nuan Nuan's elder brother." Jiang Xingyu also introduced himself with great elegance.
Jiang Xingyu had always been observant of others' moods from a young age. Life was difficult, and he lived cautiously. His disposition was amiable, but over the years, after starting his own small company, he had developed a calm and composed demeanor in his interactions with people, possessing an unpretentious grace.
"So you're Miss Jiang's elder brother. A pleasure to meet you!" He Mingrun's smile became much warmer than before. As long as he wasn't Little Jiu's rival, he could be polite.
The two shook hands. He Mingrun's gaze fell on Meng Yuan's face. Under the light, her fair complexion and delicate features appeared even more exquisite, her lips as red and alluring as peach blossoms.
"Yuan Yuan, are you feeling hot? Why are you sweating so much?"
His clear, resonant voice was pleasing to the ear. Meng Yuan felt a little dizzy. Looking at He Mingrun's concerned gaze, she shook her head slightly, "It's not too hot. Perhaps it's because I've been in the kitchen."
"Yuan Yuan, can you also make nourishing soup?" He Mingrun was very excited. Could he taste dishes made by Yuan Yuan herself?
Meng Yuan quickly shook her head. He Mingrun's expectant gaze gave her a strange feeling, as if He Mingrun really wanted to eat her cooking.
Unfortunately, she had to disappoint him. "I can't. Brother Jiang and I are here to help."
"That must have been tiring." He Mingrun wasn't too disappointed. If Yuan Yuan couldn't cook, he could learn to cook and make meals for Yuan Yuan in the future.
"Sister, something's wrong! Someone is causing trouble!" Qiao Xi ran over.
Jiang Nuan frowned and asked her, "Who is it?"
Qiao Xi: "A very noble lady. Her every word and action is so annoying. She said your nourishing soup is bitter. But the chicken soup is clearly fragrant, how can it be bitter?"
"I'll go down and take a look." Jiang Nuan turned and went downstairs.
He Mingrun knew who this lady was: Tan Xue, that wicked woman.
Jiang Xingyu said solemnly, "I'll go down and take a look."
Before he could finish speaking, Meng Yuan had already rushed down.
He Mingrun shook his head slightly. "Too impulsive. People like Tan Xue should be ignored. Treating her with disdain is the best way to infuriate her."
Jiang Nuan went downstairs. Bai Zhou stood at the entrance of the stairs and whispered a few words to Jiang Nuan.
Jiang Nuan just nodded, remaining silent.
Tan Xue, Mu Jiuchen's stepmother, why was she here to cause trouble for her?
Thinking of Lin Su's situation, she narrowed her beautiful eyes dangerously and slowly walked over.
Tan Xue stood upright, exuding an elegant aura. However, her eyes on her face were shrewd and calculating, filled with disdain.
"Madam, I heard from our server that this soup is not to your taste," Jiang Nuan inquired politely.
Tan Xue looked at Jiang Nuan. It was this face, and in person, she was even more beautiful, so beautiful it was enraging. She gave a faint, cold smile. "It's indeed not quite to my taste. You can try it yourself to find out, and let Miss Jiang learn a lesson about who you can associate with and who you are not qualified to touch."
With that, she forcefully picked up the nourishing soup and poured it over Jiang Nuan's head, a sinister smile curling on her lips. She bullied people without reason; it depended on her mood. Jiang Nuan's beauty made her extremely displeased.