Chapter 127: Begging her
"Nothing, just go out."
"Oh, that's fine. Mr. Xie, you called me if you have something to ask." Jin Yu didn't dare to ask more questions and walked out the door.
Xie Nancheng looked at it for a long time, and finally picked up the chopsticks and took a bite.
Just one mouthful and then spit it out.
"Jin Yu."
"Yes, Mr. Xie." Jin Yu opened the door immediately.
"Take it out and throw it away."
"Ah? Not to your liking?" Jin Yu was dumbfounded.
Wasn’t the one who said he wanted spinach and egg noodles the boss himself?
"What do you think?" Xie Nancheng said with a gloomy face.
"I'll pour it out right away. Is the chef going to be fired?" Jin Yu picked up the noodles and took another mouthful.
"Forget it, just tell him not to be here anymore."
The chef in the small kitchen was also selected by Xie Nancheng himself.
He was hired from a private restaurant with a high salary and has been here for two or three years.
Xie Nancheng never makes any mistakes when cooking, and he often eats out at the group.
But he didn't expect that the spinach and egg noodles would disappoint him so much this time.
But although he has a bad temper, he is not an unreasonable person.
Jin Yu was also thinking at the time, they didn’t make it in the first place, and it was you who specifically asked for it, right?
As he was carrying the noodles out, Jin Yu was still muttering to himself, "Why is Mr. Xie acting so strange?"
Xie Nancheng actually imagined that the taste would be the same as the one made by Tu Ran. Even if it wasn’t exactly the same, it would be fine if it was similar.
That bowl of spinach noodles really satisfied his taste buds and made him feel very satisfied.
I always felt that eating brought me happiness, but now I think it’s incredible?
A billionaire CEO is actually satisfied with a bowl of spinach noodles?
And he even wanted to eat it a second time. It seems that if he wants to eat it, he still has to find that woman.
That's why we give people gifts.
After Xie Nancheng comforted himself in this way, he felt that the excuse to buy a gift for Tu Ran was justified.
Xiangcheng, University of Traditional Chinese Medicine
Tu Ran is no longer lonely at school since he made a friend named Mu Wanjun.
When the two of them were walking back from the cafeteria after eating, they talked about a piece of gossip in the class.
Mu Wanjun brought it up, "You said this school is very interesting. Since it's a poverty alleviation scholarship, shouldn't it be given to students from poor families?"
"Didn't you give it to me?" Tu Ran had never been to a school before and didn't understand these things.
"How could I possibly give it to her? There's a girl in our class whose family seems to have always been struggling, but she's never been selected for poverty alleviation grants. I saw her crying on the phone in the hallway this morning. She seemed to be going to talk to the counselor, but I don't think it's going to help."
"Was this matter decided by the instructor?" Tu Ran was stunned.
"It's not all that. There's a lot of social interaction involved. Anyway, the only scholarship in our class these past two years was given to a boy named Wang Dongxu. He's dressed in designer clothes, and I heard his father is in the concrete business. I don't know why, even though he's so rich, he'd still take advantage of this."
"This..." Tu Ran didn't know what to say.
She has never been one to pay much attention to other people's gossip, but after listening to what Mu Wanjun said this time, she just felt sad.
Coincidentally, when they returned to the classroom, the other students were not there.
There was only one girl lying on the table in the third row, crying quietly.
Perhaps because she had just mentioned this, Mu Wanjun asked, "Even if you cry, you won't get the scholarship. Life never shows mercy to the weak, do you understand?"
The girl probably didn't expect that a school beauty like Mu Wanjun would talk to her.
He raised his head and looked at Tu Ran, then at Mu Wanjun.
She immediately wiped away her tears in panic, "Ah, it's okay, I didn't have much hope in the first place."
"If you want to get this scholarship, you might as well go find Wang Dongxu," Mu Wanjun suggested.
"I've looked for him, but he ignored me." The girl named Dong Xue spoke in a low voice, looking timid.
Tu Ran was just about to tell Mu Wanjun to stop worrying about it when his cell phone rang.
When she saw it was Mrs. Lin calling, she immediately frowned.
Then walk outside to a quiet corner to answer the call.
Tu Ran: Mother Lin.
Mrs. Lin: Ranran, are you used to going to school?
Tu Ran: Well, it’s okay.
Mrs. Lin: To be honest, Mom is not doing her job well. She should have visited you at school a long time ago. But you also know that things have been going on at home. Achen just made a fuss about that incident, and now Yaoyao is asking for a divorce and is having a big fight with the Peng family. I am really overwhelmed.
Tu Ran: It’s okay, Mommy Lin, I’m an adult now, there’s no need for you to worry about me, just take care of yourself.
Mrs. Lin: Ranran, are you free to meet me in the evening?
Mrs. Lin: If you don’t want to come home for dinner, we can go out to eat. It’s just you and me, don’t worry.
Mrs. Lin was afraid that if she told others about her trouble-making children, they would suddenly stop coming.
Tu Ran: I’m afraid I can’t today, Mother Lin, I have an appointment with a friend.
Mrs. Lin: Do you have friends?
Perhaps he realized that what he said was inappropriate and immediately tried to smooth things over.
Mrs. Lin: Don’t think too much. Mother Lin is just afraid that you will be cheated. Those young people in society are very cunning nowadays. They are so bad.
Tu Ran: I will be careful.
Mrs. Lin: Well... if I can't see you, I'll just say it on the phone. Actually, Mom wants to ask you, can you ask Nancheng if he can lend his legal team to Yaoyao? "
Mrs. Lin: We are not using it for free. We paid for it. It is definitely not for free. Don’t worry, Ranran.
Tu Ran: I don’t think so.
Mrs. Lin: Of course, if I had no other choice, I wouldn't have lowered my face to beg you. I know that even if you really lived and ate in our house for four years, that's what we should do. We should treat you well and shouldn't use this moral blackmail to hold you hostage. But I really have no choice. She's my own daughter, what can I do?
Having said this, Mrs. Lin began to sob softly.
But I couldn't tell whether it was true or not because of the phone call.
Tu Ran's heart was still very calm.
Tu Ran: Mother Lin wants to help Siyao with her divorce lawsuit, right?
Mrs. Lin: Yes, we approached many people, but none of them worked. They said there was no chance of success. It was mainly because the Peng family was so wealthy, and the lawyer they hired was nationally renowned—incredible. I heard they were related, and that the lawyer had flown back from the south. Our chances of success were really slim. But you said Yaoyao was only in her twenties, and if she divorced now, she'd be remarrying. She definitely needed some guarantees, right? You can't just...get the reputation of a second marriage for nothing? And then be slandered by the Peng family, right?
Tu Ran: Okay, Mother Lin, I understand.
Mrs. Lin: I think Nancheng treats you well, and the old lady of the Xie family treats you well too. Nancheng will definitely listen to you.
Tu Ran: "I can't guarantee that, Mother Lin. It's not that I don't want to help you, but I'm a nobody. The old lady treats me well because she's well-mannered, and I need to be self-aware. But I'll bring this up with Xie Nancheng. As for whether he'll agree, I can't guarantee it. Mother Lin, please don't embarrass me. I'm really a nobody."
Mrs. Lin: That’s not true. Our Ranran is not transparent. You are the legally married wife of the Xie family. If you can stand up for yourself, our Lin family will support you no matter what happens.
After hearing this, Tu Ran almost laughed out loud, thinking to himself, "You guys are all in a difficult situation, and you dare to fool me here? If I believe you, there will be no devil."
Tu Ran said a few perfunctory words and hung up the phone, just about to return to the classroom.
I received a WeChat message from Gu Xixing.
Gu Xixing: Xiao Tu, what are you doing?
Tu Ran: In the classroom corridor.
Gu Xixing: Look downstairs.
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