It was just past nine in the evening when the train stopped at Hai City Train Station.
Meng Chuyue and Shen Ci got off the train, and Liang Xiaoqing almost wished she could follow them out.
Of course, that was just a thought; she hadn’t lost her senses and wouldn’t actually do such a thing.
Long Yue had been waiting in his car for a long time. Seeing Shen Ci and Meng Chuyue, he eagerly asked, "Did you bring quality fruit? How come you didn’t mail any to us the past few days?"
Shen Ci and Meng Chuyue looked at him in surprise for a good while before they determined he wasn’t lying. Shen Ci said, "We did send some? I instructed Muyang to handle it. He regularly mails them to you and others. He wouldn’t forget something this important—my guess is someone else falsely claimed them."
Though Shen Ci said so, he still immediately called Han Muyang to inquire.
The answer he got was that a batch had been mailed ten days ago, and with watermelons ripening, they had even sent over two hundred kilograms of watermelons to each family, in addition to other fruits.
Long Yue, having not seen a single watermelon and certain they hadn’t received the fruits this time, flew into a rage, "Who the hell has the gall? If I find out, I’ll make them pay."
From Imperial to here, mailing takes at most five days; if it hadn’t arrived in ten, there must be a problem.
"Alright, let’s first ask Fu Ran and the others what’s going on, and then we’ll go to the post office tomorrow," Shen Ci suggested.
What was lost was lost; worrying wouldn’t help.
Long Yue, fuming, drove to the restaurant he partnered with Fu Ran, and before anything else, grilled Fu Ran with questions.
Fu Ran was also inflamed once he heard it, "Who is courting death, daring to intercept our stuff? We must find out tomorrow."
When Fu Ran hadn’t received anything either, Shen Ci immediately called Song Zhitin and others, learning that they also didn’t receive anything. It felt extremely strange.
Who would be so bold as to do this?
To know this was no different from a crime.
Long Yue and Fu Ran, who were supposed to be happy, were now in a terrible mood and then, as if by mutual agreement, they made a decision: they too would move to Imperial.
Their business had been flourishing in Hai City recently, so they had decided to stay in Hai City last year instead of competing with Shen Ci in Imperial.
Now, for the sake of that one bite to eat, they had changed their minds.
However, this wasn’t just about delicious food; it was also healthy. Nobody ridiculed them for it; in fact, everyone seemed to admire their decision.
Shen Ci laughed, "You should’ve moved earlier. Imperial is so big—there’s no way I can earn all of its money alone. Hurry over, and we three can tackle something big together."
The matter was thus happily settled.
But Long Yue and Fu Ran were still not pleased, not until Meng Chuyue took out the "few" apples from her "backpack" and gave two to each of them. Only then did they perk up again.
Long Yue even joked, "If it weren’t for my ever-improving health, I’d suspect these fruits were the same nature as those things."
Alas, a fool will always be a fool and could never become number one.
The next morning, everyone did not rush to the post office but instead went to Lin Youdong’s home to handle the guardianship transfer first.
Since Lin Youdong had come around, he didn’t make it difficult on purpose and cooperated with the procedures, even paying five years’ worth of child support in one go.
Meng Chuyue did not refuse.
Why refuse free money?
Even if Lin Youdong had refused to pay, he would still turn to Lin Yuzhe for help when he got older, and Lin Yuzhe couldn’t shirk it off; better to save the money for the future.
Lin Youdong was cooperative, and Meng Chuyue gave him face as well, "Whenever you want to see Yuzhe, just give me a call in advance."
Although Lin Youdong in both her past and present life was no good, and in both lives she had mistaken him for her father and felt grave disappointment and resentment, now that he no longer proactively provoked her, Meng Chuyue couldn’t be bothered to take the initiative to hold a grudge against him.
It wasn’t worth spending time on trash.