As soon as Wang Zhongyi returned home, he couldn't hide his anger.

Madam Wang waited anxiously, and now that she saw him return, a great weight was lifted from her heart.

She asked, "So, has Jiang Bai agreed to move out?"

Upon hearing her question, Wang Zhongyi strode forward and slapped her onto the bed.

He said fiercely, "Marrying an unvirtuous wife brings disaster to the family. I truly regret marrying such a brainless and vicious woman like you!"

Madam Wang lay on the bed, looking at him pitifully, only daring to shed silent tears.

Seeing Wang Zhongyi's dark face, she couldn't help but defend herself: "I was only thinking of my family."

Hongding Restaurant's business is declining. Although the Wang family looks prosperous, they are actually nearing their end. Most of their money is being used to keep the restaurant running.

Wang Zhongyi roared, "Do you think I don't know what's going on at home? I told you, Jiang Bai isn't someone to be fooled. We need to take things slowly with what you're thinking. But you, without any evidence, just came to our door."

"Who told you to never come home?" Madam Wang sat up, her hair disheveled, staring intently at him. "Have you really fallen for her?"

"Zhao Yi is standing right there, what could possibly happen between us?" Wang Zhongyi was about to lose his temper.

His business acumen allowed him to immediately recognize that Zhao Yi was no ordinary person, and his recent frequent visits were all attempts to find out his identity. However, he didn't expect it to be the richest man, Zhao Yi himself, but rather assumed that some wealthy businessman was trying to seduce Jiang Bai.

Zhao Yi, why Zhao Yi of all people!

Wang Zhongyi left home at a young age and was sent to the county town by Aunt Wang to work as an apprentice. Later, he got married and had children in the county town and had no interaction with Zhao Yi.

By the time Zhao Yi's business grew bigger and bigger, it was too late for him to try to curry favor with him; he couldn't even get a glimpse of Zhao Yi anymore.

He was very jealous of Tan Ji back then. They had grown up together, but Tan Ji seized the opportunity and made a lot of money under Zhao Yi's guidance, while he had nothing.

Wang Zhongyi had heard a little about the fact that Jiang Bai was Zhao Yi's wife. Before renting out the courtyard, he had specifically inquired about the relationship between Jiang Bai and Zhao Yi.

The answers I received were nothing more than comments like, "Her husband won't be back for three to five years," "The couple's relationship isn't good; Zhao Yi hasn't even sent money back these past few months," and "I think they'll get divorced sooner or later."

Therefore, in his mind, Zhao Yi looked down on Jiang Bai, and it was even more impossible for him to order two dishes at a medicinal cuisine restaurant and sit there all day.

If he had known that the man was Zhao Yi, he could have done all this in a much gentler way. Even if he hadn't succeeded, he wouldn't have ended up in such an irreparable situation with Zhao Yi and Jiang Bai.

Madam Wang sat on the bed, no longer shedding tears. Recalling Zhao Yi's tall and handsome appearance, a look of jealousy unconsciously appeared on her face. She said, "Anyway, the courtyard has been returned to us, so we can open a medicinal cuisine restaurant now."

Yes, Madam Wang only wanted to take over Jiang Bai's medicinal cuisine restaurant because she saw its money-making potential.

A few days ago, she went to Anle Medicinal Cuisine Restaurant for a meal arranged by a wealthy relative. She was shocked when she saw the amount her relative paid after the meal.

After returning home, as evening approached and she was about to rest, she sat down at her dressing table to wash and groom herself. Pretending to be nonchalant, she said to Wang Zhongyi behind her, "Zhongyi, do you know that medicinal cuisine restaurant in Jiangbai? It's doing really well."

Wang Zhongyi had been busy all day and was impatient with her idle chatter, so he just gave a couple of casual "uh-huhs".

Madam Wang, unperturbed by her husband's cold attitude, said, "Actually, I ate there today, and her cooking wasn't very good either; it wasn't as good as mine!"

Her father was the head chef of the hotel, and he passed on his skills to his apprentice Wang Zhongyi, and also married his daughter to him.

Madam Wang grew up surrounded by chefs and has acquired considerable culinary skills. While she may not be as skilled as a professional chef, she is more than capable of impressing laypeople.

Wang Zhongyi agreed with her statement.

Wang Zhongyi had also eaten the medicinal cuisine made by Jiang Bai. To be honest, it wasn't bad, and could even be called delicious, but he was just eating it for the novelty.

He could tell that Jiang Bai used many ingredients he had never seen before as seasonings. These could be family secrets or the taste of medicinal herbs used in medicinal cuisine.

Excluding these seasonings, Jiang Bai's cooking skills are only average. She has never practiced the basic skills of a chef, such as knife skills, spoon skills, slurry making, and butchering.

When Madam Wang saw Wang Zhongyi nod, she immediately smiled and said happily, "Zhongyi, I think if I opened a medicinal cuisine restaurant, my business would be no worse than Jiang Bai's."

"She's just fooling people. What ability to cure men, to cure infertility? How could a simple medicinal diet possibly cure something that even doctors can't cure?"

Wang Zhongyi lay down on the bed, let out a comfortable groan, and then said, "She's quite skilled at using this to coax people."

This can be seen as indirectly echoing Madam Wang's words, suggesting that Jiang Bai's medicinal cuisine was a mysterious and deceptive scheme.

Madam Wang said, "She was just lucky. Several of the ladies who ate her medicinal meals became pregnant. She spread the word, so everyone thought that eating her medicinal meals would make them pregnant."

"Actually, even if they don't take her medicinal meals, these ladies will still get pregnant."

Wang Zhongyi lay on the bed with his eyes closed, not replying.

Madam Wang closed the lids of the bottles and jars of skincare products in front of her, put them back in their place, and quietly walked back to the bedside to sit down, looking at Wang Zhongyi tenderly.

She said softly, "How about we take the medicinal cuisine restaurant back?"

Wang Zhongyi opened his eyes. He knew what his wife was up to. This medicinal cuisine restaurant already had a certain customer base, and the interior decoration was ready-made. As long as they took over, they could open immediately without any preparation. It was practically like hanging a pancake around their necks for them to eat.

But—he frowned: “Jiang Bai won’t agree.”

“What’s the use of her disagreement? That courtyard belongs to our family,” Madam Wang said matter-of-factly.

She climbed onto the bed, leaning against Wang Zhongyi, and fantasized: "If we opened a medicinal cuisine restaurant, the pressure on your Hongding Restaurant would be less, and then we'd have enough for Lao San's tuition. He's already six years old; what child around us doesn't go to school?"

Wang Zhongyi smelled the sweet fragrance on his wife, thought of his third son's lonely figure, and then thought of how even his three-year-old daughter, Zhao Xile, had been sent to school by Jiang Bai. He gritted his teeth.

Madam Wang added fuel to the fire: "Besides, I'm confident I can run the medicinal cuisine restaurant well. Jiang Bai managed to make it this good, and with the restaurant promoting it for me, how could I possibly earn less than her?"

Wang Zhongyi pondered for a while, but was eventually tempted. He replied, "This matter needs further consideration. Let me go and find out more first."