Chapter 52: Chapter 52: Hooking Up with a Tycoon Chapter 52: Chapter 52: Hooking Up with a Tycoon Chicken soup was only short one bowl.
Although Meng Chuyue didn’t know whether Meng Jingfen and Zhao Tianzhi simply hadn’t stolen any or if their theft attempt had failed, she felt a bit less annoyed.
After Zhao Tianzhi and Meng Jingfen had prepared the ingredients, she not only stir-fried two kinds of green vegetables for them but also shared with them a bowl of eel and egg soup.
Even though the egg soup she gave them and the special one she made for Meng Wanhua had different flavors, both of them couldn’t stop praising it.
Meng Chuyue’s actions were not out of soft-heartedness but were more like following a slap with a sweet date.
In order to keep her mother’s mind at ease, she now had to maintain a superficial relationship with them.
The next day, early in the morning, Meng Chuyue brought a bowl of bird’s nest to Meng Wanhua.
From a distance, Meng Wanhua thought it was white fungus, but when she tasted it, she realized it was bird’s nest and couldn’t help but become anxious, “Chuyue, is this bird’s nest also from Aunt Qin?”
Meng Wanhua’s belated suspicion was that Meng Chuyue had been lying all along and that there was no Aunt Qin.
Was the person giving Meng Chuyue all these good things actually a man, perhaps a wealthy one?
Had Chuyue fallen from grace?
Meng Chuyue saw her confusion and whispered in her ear, “Do you still remember Fu Peng and his son, Xiao Song?”
Meng Wanhua nodded uncertainly, “I remember, what do they have to do with this?”
“Xiao Song was kidnapped by Fu Peng.
I found out about this a few days ago by accident and sent Xiao Song back to his biological parents.
Aunt Qin is actually Xiao Song’s biological mother.”
The reason “Aunt Qin” was surnamed Qin and not some other name was precisely because Meng Chuyue had anticipated a day like today.
She had not wanted the Mi Family to feel indebted, nor did she actually want to exploit the name of Mi Hang’s mother—she just wanted to muddy the waters.
How could Chuyue be so bold?
Doesn’t she know that Fu Peng is a scoundrel?
Isn’t she afraid of his retaliation?
But it was done, and anything she said now was meaningless.
She repeatedly wanted to speak but then stopped herself.
Meng Chuyue continued, “Xiao Song’s parents were worried that I’d face retaliation from Fu Peng, so they made up that false story of finding and returning money on the train, to help me.
But rest assured, I will not exploit their generosity or become greedy.
These bird’s nests are genuine, selected with the help of Aunt Qin, and I paid for them myself, using the money you gave me yesterday.”
Meng Wanhua sighed and gently patted Meng Chuyue’s shoulder, speaking softly, “I’m sorry, I misunderstood you.
You did the right thing.
It’s important to have some self-respect.”
“Mm-hm.” Meng Chuyue nodded obediently, “Please eat, I’ll wait until you’ve finished before I leave.”
Meng Wanhua couldn’t help but smile wryly, “Chuyue, you don’t have to do this.
I won’t share what you make for me with your grandma and Jingfen; if they want to eat, I’ll make something different for them.”
Mother sure knows what’s what.
After reminding Meng Wanhua to remember to eat the meatballs she had specially made for lunch, Meng Chuyue rushed off to the Fruit Store before six o’clock, creating the false impression that she had to be at work every day by six.
That day, the Fruit Store did even better than the day before.
Yesterday’s customers brought many new ones.
Firstly, to try the “three” bites of free quality fruit, secondly, to show their friends and family—let everyone come and see what fruit that’s usually twenty-one per pound looks like.
Today, more people bought regular fruit, and even more bought the quality ones.
And before purchasing, everyone made sure, “Will you really go back to the original price the day after tomorrow?
Don’t deceive me, boss.”
Meng Chuyue smiled and replied, “You can come over the day after tomorrow to see.
If we have not returned to the original price, you can return the goods.”
Some customers nodded and left upon hearing this, while others joked, “No, no, I hope you never go back to the original price…”
Who the hell wants to pay thirty percent more for fruit?