Yimu recovered quickly, and a week after waking up, he was officially discharged from the hospital.
A year ago, Xi Junyan somehow managed to turn the tide in the Xi family's tax evasion case.
During the time that Imu was in a coma, the West Foundation not only resumed its previous operations, but also expanded its size more than three times.
Previously, Xishi was the leading enterprise in the city, and few people could influence its situation.
Now that the Xi family's influence has extended to other provinces, it can't be said that they have absolute power, but in the eyes of ordinary people, including higher-level capitalists, the Xi family conglomerate has become a force to be reckoned with.
Xi Junyan, the head of Xi Group, has become a legend in the financial world.
When people mention this name again, they won't add a title like "Crown Prince of the Xi Clan," but rather refer to him as the genius Xi Junyan who turned the tide.
Yi Mu was taken to the Xi family's old residence, where only one person lived: the Xi family patriarch.
Yi Mu didn't understand what Xi Junyan meant by this. He had told Xi Junyan before he was discharged from the hospital that he wanted to go back to his small apartment.
Nishi Junyan said he had sold the house.
Although Yi Mu didn't understand how Xi Junyan managed to sell his house even though it was registered under his name.
But even the most wicked capitalists can make the devil turn the millstone, so this little thing is nothing to them.
He originally thought Xi Junyan would put him in a villa, but he was taken directly to the old house.
In wealthy and established families like these, the old houses are usually inhabited by family members.
What kind of behavior is it for an outsider to move into someone else's home?
Xi Junyan took him to the old house, not giving Yi Mu a chance to speak, saying that there were company matters that needed his decision, and then left in a car in an instant.
The maid led Yi Mu upstairs.
"Young Master gave the order a week ago to prepare your room, Mr. Yi, which is right next to his room."
Emu likes blue, so the room's main color scheme is dark blue, accented with light orange-pink.
The room has excellent natural light; you can see the swimming pool outside as soon as you open the curtains. It's as blue as jade.
It's summer now, and having a pool where you can swim anytime is wonderful.
He used to enjoy a courtyard with a swimming pool in his previous life, but now he's just a working-class person who can only afford a small apartment of less than 100 square meters.
I just heard from the maid that the old man is tending to the flowers and plants in the backyard.
Yi Mu thought to himself that since he was moving in, he should at least ask the owner of the old house for permission.
He walked to the backyard and was captivated by the flowers in full bloom. An old man dressed in a pale white Tang suit was pruning the flowers with small scissors in his hand.
Seeing that the old man was quite relaxed and content, Yi Mu was afraid that going over at this time would disturb him.
He hesitated for a moment, then turned and prepared to leave.
"Since you're already here, why are you just standing there without moving?"
Yi Mu smiled and immediately went over to agree.
"Hello, Mr. Xi."
The old man glanced at him. His eyes, which bore a resemblance to Xi Junyan's, were cloudy due to his age, but they still held a sharp edge.
The old man looked him up and down, snorted, and pointed with his chin at the small watering can beside him: "Help me water the flowers. Do you know how to use it?"
Without saying a word, Yi Mu picked up the water bottle, held it high with his arm, and the water immediately splashed down, landing evenly among the leaves.
People who frequently tend to flowers and plants know the proper way to water them. The old man watched for a while, then turned his back and continued pruning the leaves.
Yi Mu was not a talkative person, and the old man did not like others chattering in his ear.
The two stayed in the backyard for an hour, and the old man wiped the sweat from his face with a towel.
Looking at Yi Mu's face again, there wasn't a single bead of sweat, and his face wasn't red either. He was like a piece of unpolished jade, exuding a sense of clarity and purity.
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