Z Country, Rongcheng, upscale suburban residential area
The antique-style restaurant is nestled against the mountains and beside the water, surrounded by lush green bamboo, and its decor is elegant and unique.
A small plaque hangs outside the restaurant, engraved with three elegant Liu-style characters: "Shanxiangguan".
In the office on the third floor of Shanxiang Restaurant, a tall and beautiful woman was engrossed in her work.
Suddenly, the office door was flung open with a loud "bang!"
A handsome and alluring man rushed in, exclaiming, "Ah Lang! Your husband has gone bankrupt!"
Ning Lang typed rapidly on the keyboard, calmly correcting, "Ex-husband, not husband."
The alluring man smiled, his phoenix eyes captivatingly seductive.
"I almost forgot, you two got divorced two months ago. Heaven has eyes! Sheng Xuan has finally gone bankrupt! Ah Lang, congratulations! Quick, send out some red envelopes to celebrate!"
Ning Lang smiled slightly, her dark eyes fixed on the screen, her snow-white fingers flying lightly.
"What are you congratulating me for? Whether he goes bankrupt or not, I'll only get an old house as a share."
She divorced him less than a month after their marriage, before they could even sign a prenuptial agreement. Before she could claim any of his assets, the Sheng family ran into trouble.
Grandpa Sheng always doted on her, and before he passed away, he designated a traditional courtyard house as his estate to be given to her.
Her ex-husband never contributed a single penny. Even the one yuan for photocopying and the thirty yuan for the photo snapshot when they went to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get their marriage certificate were paid by her.
Yuan Heng smiled like a sly fox, rubbing his fingernails together.
"He divorced you for that hypocritical, pretentious 'white lotus' woman. The scumbag and the 'white lotus' woman are finally together, and they're living a mundane, poor, debt-ridden life ever since. Shouldn't we be happy for them?"
"Of course." Ning Lang turned off the computer, closed her business laptop, and smiled. "I'm quite happy."
Yuan Heng held the phone and shook it, his alluring phoenix eyes blinking repeatedly.
"Hurry up and send out red envelopes! You said before that he would go bankrupt in less than three months, and now he really is! Congratulations! How can such a joyous occasion be complete without a windfall of cash!"
Ning Lang stood up gracefully, spreading her snow-white hands.
“I almost got stuck in the Sheng family’s quagmire and couldn’t get out. You should comfort my terrified little heart that survived the disaster.”
Yuan Heng: "..."
Well, they've been best friends for years, and he's always been more talkative than her, but he's never been able to out-talk her.
Ning Lang glanced at her male best friend's perfectly handsome face and calmly raised an eyebrow: "Your chin is obviously about to break out in pimples."
"Ah?!" Yuan Heng exclaimed in shock, clutching his chin and pleading frantically, "Ah Lang, help! Help me! My perfect skin can't be ruined by a pimple!"
Ning Lang ignored him and strode out of the office.
Yuan Heng followed behind eagerly, "Ah Lang, I didn't mean to! It's all because that black diamond ice cream yesterday was too much, it tempted me, seduced me, and bewitched me! And that spicy grilled fish was simply the biggest test of my life! I swear—I'm innocent!"
He used to be sallow and thin, with terrible skin. It was only thanks to Ning Lang, a top-notch medicinal cuisine chef, who prepared delicious meals for him that he became fair-skinned, handsome, and incredibly dashing.
Ning Lang is an expert in pharmacology and a master of medicinal cuisine. Using his special recipes, he opened several medicinal cuisine restaurants in the prime residential area of Rongcheng, where land is incredibly valuable. The restaurants are packed with orders every day, and he makes a fortune.
As the proprietress, she rarely cooks herself, unless it is a distinguished guest with a very special status or a close relative or friend.
Ning Lang walked around the long corridor, a slight smile on her lips.
"You are innocent. Two pimples were killed before they even appeared. Aren't you even more innocent?"
Yuan Heng: "..."
At this moment, Secretary Xiao Chen hurriedly came over with an elderly man who looked worried.
"Sister Lang, this old gentleman says he has something important to discuss with you."
Ning Lang paused slightly, then smiled gently: "Uncle Qing, it's been a long time."
Uncle Qing was covered in sweat, his voice trembling with anxiety: "Young Madam! Something terrible has happened! The young master has disappeared!"
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