"Then...you should get some rest. If...if there's anything I can help you with, just let me know."
Gu Tingzhi looked at her and smiled slowly, "Don't worry, I often encounter this kind of injury when I'm on missions. Today wasn't the most dangerous situation. I'll be more careful in the future."
"And you? Tell me, how did your talk with your mother go?"
Meng Fuyan replied, "It's confirmed. Mom doesn't object to me staying. There are just a few things she needs to confirm. If there's no danger in China, she'll go back on her own. That way, Yunji will be taken care of. I'll stay and study at university or do something else. By the time you finish your work, I'll have graduated from university, which will be just right!"
Gu Tingzhi was pleasantly surprised, "Really? You can really stay?"
Seeing that he was pale but incredibly surprised, and that his dark eyes were shining brightly as he looked at her, Meng Fuyan's heart softened instantly.
"Well, Mom said I'm still young, and going back would just mean working and earning a few dozen yuan a month, which wouldn't mean much to our family. It would be better for me to study more abroad. The key thing is... I told her I couldn't bear to leave you, so she granted my wish!"
Sure enough, men are sometimes easy to coax. Gu Tingzhi was instantly charmed and pulled him into his arms. "That's great, now we don't have to be apart for several years."
"Hmm! You're injured now, shouldn't you rest at home for a few days?"
Gu Tingzhi shook his head. "Not for now. This little injury is nothing. Those people haven't been sent back to their country yet, and I'm worried about them. So... I might have to find a way to send a batch of supplies back to China in the next few days. You and Mom stay here and take care of yourselves, okay?"
Meng Fuyan knew that those things were dangerous and needed to be kept secret, so she didn't ask any further questions.
"Don't worry, I can take care of myself. Mom's health hasn't fully recovered yet, but there's nothing serious going on lately. She'll probably just be going to the Meng family for a visit. With Chen Ying and the others with her, there won't be any danger."
With someone protecting him, Gu Tingzhi felt at ease and focused on doing his own thing.
Meng Fuyan had arranged to meet Wilson, and now that the time had come, she took her things and went to see Wilson.
The meeting was at a coffee shop. Wilson was dressed in a black suit and looked very gentlemanly. When Meng Fuyan came over, he even got up to pull out a chair for her.
"I never expected to meet you in America, what a pleasant surprise! Try it and see if the food here suits your taste. Our cuisine is quite different from yours."
When businessmen meet, they inevitably flatter and praise each other, something Meng Fuyan is used to.
However, she wasn't here to chat with him today. After exchanging a few casual words, she got to the point. "Wilson, actually, I'm here today because there's something very important I need to tell you. Before that, please allow me to ask a question: I've noticed this scar on your face for several years now. Is it because you haven't found a suitable treatment, or is it because you think it's more unique to leave it on your face?"
"I've noticed that many people in your country seem to admire this kind of wild, powerful energy. I've even seen some people draw all sorts of patterns on their bodies, and some even think that certain scars are cool. What about you?"
"I happen to have a scar treatment ointment here. It works very well. Several people in our country who had facial scars have been cured using this ointment. So I was wondering if you need it?"
Meng Fuyan knew Wilson quite well. He was capable and came from a very large family, but he had suffered a lot of discrimination, probably because of his scars, which caused him some psychological problems. He was extremely concerned about his image.
If she directly offers him the medicine, even if the ointment actually works in the future, he will still be unhappy and might even hold a grudge, giving her a chance to cause trouble.
Such deliberate flattery, though expressed in a roundabout way, is hypocritical, but it is very effective on Wilson.
Sure enough, Wilson paused for a moment when she mentioned the scar, and then looked somewhat surprised.
"Really? There's such a miraculous ointment?"
Meng Fuyan smiled and took out a small porcelain white jar from her bag. It was a ceramic jar with patterns printed on it, and it was about the same size as the boxes of many cream masks in later generations.
"This is the ointment. Apply it for half an hour after washing your face every morning and evening, then wash it off. It works very quickly. A very mysterious old man gave it to me. I've seen others use it before, and it's really amazing. A very large scar faded in just a few days. After using one jar, half of the scar disappeared. I think two jars should be enough for yours. It will grow back exactly the same as before, without a trace."
Wilson unconsciously took the small jar from Meng Fuyan's hand, opened it, and smelled it. It had a pleasant, refreshing tea fragrance. The ointment was pale blue. He looked at it with some disbelief, "Is it really that amazing?"
Meng Fuyan nodded, "I've seen it with my own eyes, why would I lie to you? Eastern history spans thousands of years, and there are many amazing things, some of which we ourselves can't even explain. Give it a try, and even if it doesn't work, you won't lose anything."
Wilson accepted it and sincerely thanked Meng Fuyan.
After the meal, their relationship grew even closer.
As Meng Fuyan sat in the car on her way back, driven by Chen Ying, she looked at the man in the rearview mirror and couldn't help but say, "Girl, you have to be careful of that person. He only looks polite; he's actually a very cunning person."
Meng Fuyan raised an eyebrow. "You know him?"
Chen Ying nodded. "I know him. He came to China a few years ago with his family elders to do business. Because the scar on his face was so noticeable, I paid more attention to him. Later, I found that although he was very polite on the surface, he was still arrogant towards Chinese people at heart. Moreover, he was very cunning in business. We people here are honest and have been cheated by him a few times."
Meng Fuyan's lips curled up, somewhat coldly, "He is a businessman, a very qualified businessman. The Wilson family are all good at business. He has a high status in the family. He's just injured on the face, but he's not a good-for-nothing."
Chen Ying breathed a sigh of relief, "It's good that the young lady knows what kind of person he is."
Meng Fuyan smiled and said, "I've been with my mother since I was little, and I've seen a lot of foreigners. The reason I came to see him today is simply because I'm interested in the business behind him. I believe he will come knocking on my door soon."
Wilson took the ointment back to his room, washed his face, and applied it. Although he looked down on the East, he also had a strange belief in its cultural heritage. Many things in China were indeed amazing and beyond their comprehension.
Maybe this stuff really works?
Not long after the ointment was applied to his face, the scar started to itch. Wilson used it for several days in a row, and sure enough, the scar faded a lot.
The first thing he did was not to share the good news with Meng Fuyan or buy two more boxes, but to immediately take out some and have his men study the formula.
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