Meng Chuyue walked to the cashier’s desk and handed two bags of watermelon to Tong Wen and Xia Ping, "These two bags of watermelons are also new varieties from a trial planting, not many available, and aren’t for sale. I’m giving them to you two to try."
A few days ago, they had asked Meng Chuyue about the source of the high-quality fruits, and she misled them by saying they were new products from a research institute that hadn’t been promoted on a large scale yet.
Meng Chuyue is really generous, huh?
The two of them widened their eyes in surprise, "..."
Not many available? Those must be very expensive, right?
Could they be sold for twenty yuan per half kilogram?
Did Meng Chuyue just give them more than two hundred yuan worth of gifts?
So, should they accept, accept, or accept?
If they accept, should they keep it for themselves to eat... or sell them for money?
For a moment, they didn’t know what to say.
Meng Chuyue was amused by their reaction, "I have other matters to attend to, so I’ll be taking my leave. You two take care of the shop."
By the time they snapped out of it, she had already left.
They wanted to chase after her, but several customers came asking to purchase high-quality fruits, so they had to attend to their work.
Meng Chuyue placed two boxes of fruits and a bag of watermelon on the back seat, got into the passenger seat, and said to Shen Ci, "You’ve been troubled these past few days, so these two boxes of fruits are a token of my gratitude. Please accept them with my compliments. Aunt Wei Lan loves watermelon, so I specifically picked out a few that taste great. Please deliver them to her for me."
Upon hearing her words, Shen Ci felt a cold pit in his stomach: she really had no special feelings for him.
Suddenly, the fruits didn’t seem appealing anymore.
Meng Chuyue saw that Shen Ci wasn’t speaking and prompted with a smile, "What’s the matter? Why aren’t you speaking?"
Shen Ci forced a smile, "Just thinking about something. Oh, where should I drop you off now?"
The two of them drove in silence until they reached the entrance of the Phoenix Hotel. Shen Ci stopped the car and said to Meng Chuyue, "We can consider ourselves friends now. If there’s anything you need help with in the future, please don’t hesitate to ask."
"Thank you, but there won’t be anything," Meng Chuyue declined tactfully.
Those people, she could handle on her own.
Shen Ci felt somewhat disappointed, but said nothing more.
Meng Chuyue opened the car door and was about to step out when she saw at the entrance of Phoenix District a plump middle-aged woman and a slim man in his thirties. She paused in shock.
Weren’t they He Qiaozi and He Rongchang?
What were the two of them doing together?
Was it a coincidence, or did they know each other already?
If they already knew each other, then was there a hidden reason for He Rongchang’s kindness towards her in her past life?
Amidst her suspicions, He Rongchang pulled a bottle of water out of his pocket and handed it to He Qiaozi.
So they really knew each other?
Meng Chuyue’s heart sank.
She pondered for a moment, then decisively walked towards them.
It wasn’t that she wanted to stir up trouble, but she knew she couldn’t avoid He Qiaozi.
She would have to face He Qiaozi eventually, so she might as well bring her together with the Meng Family and let them unsettle each other.
She strode towards them, and just as she was about to reach them, she suddenly heard He Rongchang say to He Qiaozi, "Mom, let’s go back. She’s already pitiful enough. We can’t plot against her."
He Qiaozi was He Rongchang’s mother?
That meant he was the son of stepfather He Weiguo?
No wonder he was here today.
But if he was He Qiaozi’s son, why didn’t he hate her in her past life and instead treated her so well?
Or could it be that he had ulterior motives, but just didn’t have the chance to take action against her before she met her untimely demise?
Ah! Truly a heart-wrenching tale.
While Meng Chuyue was sighing, He Qiaozi gave He Rongchang an angry stare and scolded in a low voice, "You unfilial son, how could you say such things to hurt me? Do you think I want to do this? I have no choice. The doctor said now is the best time for Xiao Chen’s heart surgery. If we miss it, any surgery later on will double the risk."