There were no plans for the daytime of the second day, but there was a social engagement in the evening, hosted by one of Xiao Mengting's senior classmates.

It's always her senior brother who's been helping her, so Qin Xiaoyu can't refuse.

Qin Xiaoyu is always sleep-deprived, and this time she slept soundly for a rare while, not waking up until noon.

She finished getting ready and came downstairs. Breakfast time had passed, and there was nothing to eat. She noticed a coffee shop on the first floor when she checked in, so she went inside.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Mengting was also there, holding a cup of coffee, staring blankly at something, lost in thought.

"Sister Meng." Qin Xiaoyu walked over and sat down opposite her.

"Little Fish, you're awake? I didn't dare wake you. This coffee is good."

"I'll have a cappuccino too," Qin Xiaoyu whispered to the waiter.

“Over the years, I haven’t dared to drink coffee. I’ve taken such good care of my voice, I haven’t dared to touch anything. But it’s been ruined all of a sudden. So you see, man proposes, God disposes.” As Xiao Mengting spoke, her eyelids drooped.

"Sister Meng, do you believe in reincarnation?"

"I believe you." Xiao Mengting nodded.

"Our fate is ordained by heaven. You will only get better in the future." Qin Xiaoyu raised her coffee cup, and the two of them touched.

When the banquet arrived that evening, Qin Xiaoyu realized that Xiao Mengting's senior brother was indeed incredibly influential; the people present were all people who couldn't be invited even if they were invited. It could be said that all the city's celebrities had come.

Xiao Mengting was perfectly at ease in social situations, truly a natural in such settings. Qin Xiaoyu, though not intimidated, had absolutely no interest in these social obligations; thankfully, the banquet was a buffet. Xiao Mengting busied herself for a while before abandoning her, and Qin Xiaoyu wandered around picking at food with a plate.

"Little Fish! Stop eating!" Xiao Mengting walked over quickly, pulled her along, and led her forward.

Today, Qin Xiaoyu was wearing a nude-colored suit dress. The skirt was a bit tight, and she almost tripped and fell when she took a step. A piece of tiramisu on the plate flew out and landed on the person opposite her.

"I'm sorry," Qin Xiaoyu said hesitantly, her face flushed.

"Oh dear, Uncle-Master, I'm so sorry!" Xiao Mengting said, squatting down and personally wiping the hem of the man's long robe with a silk handkerchief.

“My junior disciple is always so reckless. It’s alright, if you can’t wipe it off, just throw it away.” The senior disciple shook his blue robe, raised his clear eyes, and looked at Qin Xiaoyu.

"Uncle-Master, this is the Factory Director Qin I was talking about, Qin Xiaoyu," Xiao Mengting said respectfully.

"I always hear you talking about Director Qin, I thought he was someone important, but I never expected this." My uncle commented twice and then walked away.

As he walked out, the whole room, young and old, saw him off.

"How old is he? Sister Meng, you call him Uncle-Master?" Qin Xiaoyu was still surprised. The man looked to be in his early twenties. Did he have some kind of magic for maintaining his youthful appearance?

"Don't underestimate him. He's a disciple of my grandmaster Guan Shanmen. He was a child prodigy from a young age and later formed his own school. He's young, but his seniority is high. This whole room is full of his disciples and grand-disciples." Xiao Mengting said in a low voice. This grandmaster was probably too senior, and it would be disrespectful to say anything behind his back.

"What did he mean by what he just said about me?" Qin Xiaoyu was still pondering those two unexpected questions.

"I can't guess that, but it seems like he has a good impression of you."

"This isn't even bad? If it were bad, would we beat or scold it?" Qin Xiaoyu muttered to herself, thinking that bad habits are all due to being spoiled.

The opening ceremony was the next day, and the auspicious time was calculated by Aunt Wang over the phone by Qin Xiaoyu. Xiao Mengting had already made the arrangements.

The mall's general manager stood in the middle; it was his territory, so of course he could make the decisions. To his left was Qin Xiaoyu, and to his right was Xiao Mengting, with other related people lined up in order, forming a long, trailing ribbon. Even Qin Xiaoyu felt dizzy just looking at it.

Everything was ready, with cameras and video recorders all pointed at them. Suddenly, Xiao Mengting called out "Slow down!" and ran out to pull over the junior uncle from yesterday.

This was quite a surprise. The mall's general manager stretched out his hand from afar to greet him, insisting on putting him in the middle.

The reporters couldn't wait for them to pose and started snapping photos.

Qin Xiaoyu was bewildered by their enthusiasm. She glanced at her uncle beside her, who was also looking over. The two met eyes and were both stunned.

A flash of light captured them in a single frame.

As usual, after the ribbon-cutting ceremony came dinner, and arrangements were made for all the dignitaries. Qin Xiaoyu let Xiao Mengting run around busily, enjoying a moment of leisure.

"My nephew is really grateful to you." The uncle, wearing cloth shoes with many layers of soles and walking without making a sound, suddenly appeared next to Qin Xiaoyu and startled her with his words.

"Sister Meng is capable on her own, and the success of this counter has little to do with me," Qin Xiaoyu said from the bottom of her heart.

"That's not what I meant. If it weren't for you, it's hard to say whether she'd even be alive now," Uncle sighed.

"What do you mean?" Qin Xiaoyu asked in surprise.

"She knew her voice was incurable and had even contemplated suicide. She sent me her favorite outfit. As soon as I received it, I knew something was wrong and immediately arranged for her senior to contact her. Unexpectedly, she proposed to go into business, and she was quite enthusiastic about it."

"I understand." Qin Xiaoyu then realized how timely she had been to the performing arts troupe that day; had she been any later, Xiao Mengting might have already left.

It turns out they really were destined to be together.

During the meal, whether it was arranged by Xiao Mengting or by coincidence, the martial uncle sat down next to Qin Xiaoyu again.

"My martial uncle doesn't eat much, please help yourselves." Only after Xiao Mengting said this did everyone let their martial uncle go.

"I'm so afraid of these kinds of social engagements." Suddenly, her uncle leaned down and whispered something in Qin Xiaoyu's ear.

Qin Xiaoyu stared at him in astonishment. Had this person been poisoned? Why was he starting to talk nonsense?

"Director Qin, am I a scary person?" Her uncle asked, noticing her evasiveness.

Qin Xiaoyu was at a loss for words, so she pretended not to hear and waved to a manager across the street.

A middle-aged man walked over, carrying a black lacquered tray with red flowers. On the tray was a delicate porcelain cup containing something that looked unidentifiable, a pale golden color. Qin Xiaoyu, always very interested in food, couldn't help but stare at it for a while.

Unable to bear it any longer, the uncle took the cup down and placed it in front of her.

"Try it, it's delicious."

"Thank you then." Qin Xiaoyu picked up the silver spoon from the cup and scooped up some. It melted in her mouth and wasn't very sweet, but it was very fragrant. Her throat felt cool and smooth, which was very comfortable.

"Delicious!" Qin Xiaoyu finished the small dish in just a few bites, and when she looked up, she found that everyone at the table had stopped eating and was staring at her.

She then realized that the cup wasn't for everyone; it must have been given to her martial uncle alone.

Then look at the man who brought the cup; his face is full of anger.

"This is stewed snow lotus with snow frog, it's very nourishing," her uncle explained, seemingly unconcerned.

"Do you want to eat this every day?" Qin Xiaoyu asked curiously.