Chapter 54. Ex-wife's Absorption

The day after Ruan Tang sent the video to Fu Bei's wife via text message, a middle-aged woman dressed elegantly came to the coffee shop. She was wearing a classic Chanel jacket, a pair of Fendi high heels, and an expensive Hermès so rare leather custom-made bag on her arm. From a distance, she looked like a dazzling color palette.

In fact, her impression of Bei's wife was already very vague. The only memory she had was probably the burning feeling on her cheek. The woman who walked in was also wearing a jade bracelet on her wrist.

"Hello, welcome."

Ruan Tang pretended to be calm, but subconsciously glanced at the surveillance camera in the corner. She thought that if she was really Fu Bei's wife and wanted to use the same trick again, she must call the police this time and absolutely would not let it go.

The woman walked into the store, took off her sunglasses and took a quick look around the store. The corners of her bright red lips curled up slightly, and her gaze slowly fell on Ruan Tang. She asked: Are you the boss lady Ruan Tang?

"Yes, may I ask who you are?" Ruan Tang's guard relaxed a little. No matter who she was, judging from her posture, she didn't seem to be here to cause trouble.

The woman walked to a dining table, pulled out a chair and sat down, then waved to her, indicating that she should come and sit down too.

"To put it simply, I'm the investor you've never met. You can call me Tracy."

Ruan Tang's mind buzzed, and she couldn't help but start to think about what kind of ex-wife attraction she had. The heart that had just been put at ease immediately rose to her throat. Her tone became a little uneasy, and she asked: "Are you Wang Hao's..."

"Ex-wife, that's right." Tracy answered neatly, took out a square Hermès silk scarf from the bag beside her, spread it on the chair next to her, and then placed her bag on it.

Ruan Tang took a deep breath, forced a smile, and said: I've heard a lot about you. I wonder why you are here today...what's the matter?

Tracy seemed to see the nervousness beneath her fake smile, glanced at the counter and asked: The investor is here to inspect, won’t you treat me to a cup of coffee?

"Oh, sorry, please wait a moment." Ruan Tang quickly stood up and ran back behind the counter.

In between making coffee, she quietly observed Tracy. She was not a beauty, but she had an elegant temperament. Her semi-long chestnut curly hair was tied into a loose bun at the back of her head. Whether it was the delicate side profile or the slender straight shoulders, it was obvious that a lot of money and thought had been put into it. Ruan Tang quickly sent a message to Feng Xue asking where he was.

Ruan Tang made a latte, and catered to her taste by using the same orange coffee cup as Hermès. When she handed it to Tracy, she also kindly explained: 0 sugar, imported skim milk, please try it and see if it suits your taste.

Tracy took a sip of coffee and nodded slightly in affirmation. She took a tissue and wiped off the faint lip marks on the rim of the cup. She said: The quality of the coffee is pretty good. As far as I know, Miss Ruan used to work in medical beauty?

"Oh, yes, I learned how to make coffee as I went along," Ruan Tang laughed dryly. "Sister Tracy, this shop has been running for almost half a year now, and we've accumulated quite a few customers. It's just that you came at an unlucky time today; it's a quiet time..."

"That's perfect. I hate crowds. It's like going to a vegetable market." Tracy took another big sip of coffee, repeated the same process, and took out the makeup mirror and lipstick to apply another layer of lipstick.

Seeing her so relaxed and calm, Ruan Tang felt even more uneasy, thinking this was the calm before the storm. She calmed herself down and continued, "Although the current profits are not as ideal as originally expected, I think that by the time a year rolls around, it will definitely be..."

"Do you think I'm here to withdraw my investment today?" Tracy couldn't help laughing and looked at her as if she were a fool.

Ruan Tang was stunned for a moment and asked: What else?

Tracy leaned back in her chair, spread her hands and said: That little bit of money is not worth my trip at all. I came to see you today for something else.

"Oh..." Ruan Tang suddenly realized, and then hurriedly stated her position solemnly: I haven't met Wang Hao alone for a long time.

"Actually, you don't have to be like this," Tracy smiled generously, like a gentle teacher looking at a reserved student, and comforted him: You don't have to be nervous just because I'm an investor, and if it's because of Wang Hao, then you don't have to be nervous at all.

Ruan Tang couldn't tell for a moment whether she was being magnanimous or speaking in a sarcastic manner, so to be safe she said sincerely: When I was with him at the beginning, I really didn't know he was married. After I found out, I broke up with him. Later, when I accepted his investment, he told me that you were divorced.

"Okay, okay, it's just a man. Do you think the original wife should beat the mistress? No! A woman with vision will only deal with men. I never judge a woman by her morals, but by her ability." Tracy pressed her solar plexus to stop her explanation. "Ms. Ruan, I came here today to invest in you."

"Invest in me?" Ruan Tang was so shocked that her jaw almost dropped on the round table. Reason told her to pay attention to her manners, and she quickly closed her jaw manually.

Tracy stood up and walked to the display cabinet, looking at Ruan Tang's collection in the cabinet as if she were on a pilgrimage, and sighed: This 19 bag is the last bag Karl Lagerfeld participated in designing before his death. Every time I see it, I feel like his Great Wall show is still in front of my eyes. His designs always have a majestic momentum, isn't it beautiful?

Ruan Tang followed her and stood beside her, following her gaze towards the Chanel in the cabinet. She grinned like Feng Xue and said, "Ah? Really? I bought it because it was more expensive and a popular style."

Tracy: …

"You're the most honest entrepreneur I've ever met," Tracy commented, arms folded. "But you know, not being able to tell a story to investors is a big taboo in entrepreneurship."

"You decided to invest in me because of these bags, didn't you?" Ruan Tang's question still carried a simple innocence. To be honest, although she was very good at strategizing among men and could get money out of the pockets of the hospital's customers by her sweet talk, when faced with such formal occasions, she would suddenly return to her original state and show the most primitive state of confusion.

Tracy frowned: "If you say something stupid again, I will regret it." She still looked at the bags and said: "I have every bag of this style and every color at home."

She returned to the table and sat down, motioning Ruan Tang to sit back as well, and continued: Actually, I have been following your account. I think your theme concept is very good. Even if I change one of my treasures every day and carry it out, I can’t finish carrying them in a year or two. I think it is a huge waste to let them sit alone in the cabinet.

Damn it! This damn Versailles is coming at me! Ruan Tang thought to herself.

Ruan Tang looked around the store and said with embarrassment: You can see that this store is so small, and it will be used as a tavern at night, so there will inevitably be dust and smoke. It would be a real pity to leave your treasures here.

"Don't bother with the "you"s. It makes me sound old," Tracy rolled her eyes. "That's why I want to invest in you. I plan to help you find a new storefront. A friend of mine in real estate said there are a lot of single-family homes in Sanlitun that I can rent at a reasonable price. We'll turn the second-floor leisure area into a museum-like space, and I'm planning to turn the first floor into a second-hand market. We'll expand the afternoon tea concept in the cloakroom you mentioned on Xiaohongshu. I made a rough estimate the other day, and the total start-up capital is probably around four or five million. What do you think?"

"Four or five million?" Ruan Tang felt her jaw ache again, as if it was completely dislocated.

Tracy nodded and asked, "Do you think it's not enough? I'll ask my consultant to do a comprehensive assessment. If it's feasible, money is not a problem."

Ruan Tang looked up and suddenly saw Feng Xue park the motorcycle outside the window and walk in holding the helmet.

Tracy also glanced out the window and asked: Is he the owner of the tavern you mentioned?

"Um."

"Your current boyfriend?"

Ruan Tang was startled and looked at Tracy with wide eyes. She smiled as if she was used to it and said: Your subconscious look has said it all. If you don't want to separate from him, I can also consider adding a private chef business to the cafe, but I still need to observe his level before deciding.

After seeing Tracy off, Ruan Tang took a while to come back to her senses. She hugged Feng Xue's arm and shook it violently back and forth a few times, saying that good fortune had arrived and they should be rich.

But after listening to Tracy's proposal, Feng Xue just frowned. He pulled Ruan Tang to sit aside, held her hand and said: But once the business grows, we will have to put all our energy into it and take greater risks, which goes against my original intention of opening a store.

Ruan Tang pulled her hand back and retorted in confusion: "Since we're doing business, we must hope to make it bigger and stronger. Otherwise, why open a store? Playing house? We're not children anymore."

"I told you before, after the accident, I really don't want to live a life where I open my eyes every day to make money."

Ruan Tang pulled the chair closer to him, looked into his eyes and said seriously: You can't just lie down there after falling once. If you want to continue living in this society, even if you don't try your best, you still have to make some effort, right?

Feng Xue pondered for a moment and said: If you want to accept her proposal, you can also choose to move the coffee shop out. I can help you anytime you need to run this business. What do you think...

"What do you mean? You want to separate from me? Do you still want to be with me?"

"Of course I do." Feng Xue suddenly raised his head and looked into her eyes. The undisguised emotion in his eyes made Ruan Tang feel even more conflicted.

Ruan Tang nodded, and asked as if she had eaten a few Zhuge Liannu: "Okay, you are now living in the house that Jia Yingjun bought for you, and you feel that life is fulfilling and money is not important. Then what will you use to stay with me, get married, what will you use to help me get sick, and how will you raise children..."

"Child? What child?" Feng Xue looked at Ruan Tang, whose face turned slightly red with anxiety, and accurately caught the key point of her words. His eyes involuntarily looked at her lower abdomen.

Ruan Tang's chest was heaving violently. She realized that she was too excited and almost let the cat out of the bag. Her heart was pounding. She waved her hand to interrupt his gaze and said: Don't look at me. I'm just saying a possibility. It's not what you think.

She picked up the phone that was upside down on the table and saw that Zhang Haoyu had just sent her a WeChat message a few minutes ago. He pushed a WeChat business card to her. She recognized the picture of the sunset at the seaside at a glance.