“That shop deserves to go out of business. They were still doing a half-price sale before, and now one cup of milk tea costs fifty yuan? Did they think since it’s right below our office, we wouldn’t mind getting ripped off?”
“Sigh, it was operating fine until they pulled this stunt.”
“Now after work we have to run far to get milk tea. I actually liked the style of that place.”
“Right.”
The people around her sighed.
Luo Xi found it strange as well. They went through so much trouble to open a shop, only to close it after a few days of making money. The owner behind it must either be an incredibly rich person or truly clueless.
When she went to find Leng Minxing after work, he even said, “Not going for milk tea today?”
His tone surprisingly seemed a bit cheerful.
Luo Xi thought she might have misheard it. She shook her head and replied, “It closed yesterday, and the price jumped too much. No one wants to waste money on it.”
Leng Minxing smiled slightly. “It’s only a few dozen yuan, it’s not like we can’t afford it.”
“That’s different, it’s a matter of principle.”
He chuckled helplessly. “If it closed, so be it. It wasn’t that great anyway. Drinking too much isn’t good for your health. If you really like it, just ask the kitchen to make it for you when you get home.”
Luo Xi nodded, not thinking much about it.
The Feng Family.
“Ye’er, you’re back?” Mother Feng waved at her son who had returned home from work. “Come here, I want to introduce you to a friend.”
Feng Lingye frowned, a hint of impatience in his expression.
Ever since he broke off his engagement with Lin Xuan, his mother had been acting like a madwoman, trying to set him up with women left and right, which bothered him greatly.
Across from him sat a girl in a light yellow dress. She glanced at Feng Lingye with a blush on her cheeks.
“Ye’er, let me introduce you. This is Mu Qing, the eldest daughter of the Mu family. She just came back from abroad.”
(TL: Same name as Luo Xi’s mother)
“Hello, Young Master Feng, I’m Mu Qing.” The woman shyly extended her hand.
Feng Lingye glanced at her with some surprise.
The Mu family’s eldest daughter?
The Mu family, the famous noble family abroad!
How did his mother know the young miss of the Mu family?
“Qing’er mentioned she attended the same school as you while she was abroad and has admired you for a long time. So when she came back this time, and when she ran into me, I invited her over to our house as a guest. Be sure to treat her well,” Mother Feng said with a smile.
“Auntie, no need to be so polite.”
Mu Qing said shyly.
A hint of mockery flashed across Feng Lingye’s lips.
He understood what his mother was implying. But a noble girl this naive just comes over to someone’s house like that?
He found it hard to believe.
He had heard that the Mu family only had two children from this generation, and they were half-siblings. The young master of the Mu family was only found and brought back home when he was eight years old. Originally, the Mu family had only one daughter, Mu Qing.
Although women could inherit family property in this era, who wouldn’t want a son to carry on the family line? The young master had been sent back to the family. In reality, he was the legitimate heir, but following some incident, his mother died tragically, and he ended up lost and far away. The Mu family only married Mu Qing’s mother later.
Recently, it seemed the young master had been brought back home, which should have left Mu Qing in a panic.
Feng Lingye scrutinized the other person. Mu Qing displayed a perfectly timed shy expression, her eyes cast downward concealing ambition.
He felt a surge of interest.