Chapter 128 Ji Ling's Counterattack



Ji Ling looked at the fluffy cactus in her hand and was surprised to think that it was a gift from Zhu Weidong.

She said, "The thorny plant has a soft heart underneath its tough exterior. It uses its hard body to resist the scorching sun, like guarding precious love, so the cactus represents strong love."

"Wow, how romantic."

"I never knew that cactus had such a meaning."

"I see. Was it your husband who gave it to you?"

The three of them surrounded Ji Ling and asked questions at once.

Ji Ling nodded, "Yes, he left again right after he came back, and he felt guilty. He came to see me during the day, and I told him everything was fine, but he still felt bad, so he sent me flowers again in the evening."

Under normal circumstances, Ji Ling would not say much, but now that she knew Jiang Zheng was a spy, Ji Ling naturally had to send some information out.

Just like Chang Ya 'kindly' told her that Zhu Weidong had Bai Yueguang.

She didn't care, but it still had an impact on her heart.

It is impolite not to reciprocate.

Thinking of this, Ji Ling's eyes suddenly lit up.

She thought of a way to deal with Zhu Weidong.

Thinking of how he confidently said he would not mistake her because of the lavender scent on her, he said there was no lavender in the north.

His words also made her see a business opportunity. What if she researched a batch of lavender products? For example, perfume!

Ji Ling smiled with her eyes narrowed, but in the eyes of several people, she was happy about her husband's gift.

A few people started to make fun of her, but Ji Ling just laughed and didn't explain.

Jiang Zheng was lying on the bed, holding a book in her hand, with the mosquito net drawn, so that no one could notice that she was also staring at the cactus in Ji Ling's hand.

Ji Ling put the cactus on the windowsill. Miao Man's bed was next to the window. She smiled and joked that she would definitely help her protect it and not lose even a thorn.

This caused another round of laughter.

Ji Ling didn't care at all. She had just washed her feet and was now going to lie down. She took the basin to the bathroom. There were not many people in the bathroom. Ji Ling saw Gao Jing and walked over with the basin.

"Are you worried about something today?" Gao Jing's worry was written all over her face, and it was hard not to see.

Gao Jing shook her head, her eyes fell on the blue soap in Ji Ling's hand, and she sniffed it, "What's that smell? It's the first time I smell it."

Ji Ling said, "My eldest brother made a soap with lavender in it. I brought a few pieces with me this time. I just took this one. It's a good opportunity for you to try it out so I can do a survey and give him feedback."

"No, it's too expensive." A bar of soap costs at least 70 cents, and Gao Jing has never thought of using such an expensive thing.

Ji Ling stuffed it into her hand and said, "Take it. My eldest brother has given it away to many people in order to collect the effects of their use. He runs a soap factory. Besides, it's not for free. After you use it, you must tell me your experience. I will give it away to everyone in our dormitory."

Gao Jing hesitated for a while before finally accepting it, "Ji Ling, thank you."

"Don't be polite. Remember to tell me the results."

Gao Jing nodded shyly.

After washing their faces, the two returned to the dormitory. Ji Ling took out the soap she had brought and distributed it to the other four people. Jiang Zheng said thank you but did not take it.

Ji Ling did not try to persuade her anymore. She didn't really want to give it away, but it would be bad to leave Jiang Zheng alone since they were living in the same dormitory.

Miao Man looked at the beautiful soap in her hand and couldn't put it down. "Ji Ling, your brother is amazing. This is the first time I've seen such a cute soap. It smells good too. What is it made of? The color is beautiful too."

As she spoke, Miao Man put the purple floral scented soap to her nose and smelled it again.

"Use lavender. After you use it, remember to tell me your experience. I want feedback. I don't give it to you for free."

"Don't worry, I will definitely write a thousand-word review of my experience."

"Is lavender a grass? Can it be eaten?" Li Jia asked.

"You only know how to eat." Tang Meng smiled, "It's a flower, purple. I heard about it from my father, who teaches biology. He said there is a whole field of flowers like this in France. They are very beautiful."

Ji Ling, "Yes, Provence is the hometown of lavender. This purple flower, whose flower language means "waiting for love", has fascinated countless people."

Now that national policies have just been relaxed, things happening abroad are full of mystery to many people.

"Yes, if we have the chance in the future, we can go on a lavender story tour."

"I will definitely go in the future." Miao Man nodded firmly.

The lights in the dormitory building were turned off and everyone tactfully stopped talking.

Ji Ling was also thinking about this problem. If she wanted to get more lavender, she had to ask her elder brother to go to Yili. China introduced the French varieties in 1964, but the news is blocked now, so few people know about it.

As long as we can purchase lavender spices and essential oils, there are many things that can be developed, such as facial masks and scented teas.

Ji Ling was an impatient person. When she thought of this, she looked forward to calling her eldest brother tomorrow and asking him to find someone to do the job immediately.

Or you can go there when you are on vacation.

The next day at noon, Ji Ling did not go to get lunch with everyone. She asked Miao Man to help get lunch, and she ran out of the school to make a phone call.

She called Xu's family and it was Xu's mother who answered the phone. She was very happy to hear that it was Ji Ling calling.

After showing concern, Ji Ling said she had something to discuss with Ji Jianhua and hoped her grandmother would tell her eldest brother to call her on the weekend. Mother Xu agreed with a smile and then sighed.

Ji Ling could tell that her grandma seemed to be in trouble, but she pretended not to hear it. She told her to take care of herself and hung up the phone.

The studies were very intense in the next few days, so after school on Friday, Ji Ling packed up her things and returned to her residence near the school.

A few minutes after she entered the room, the phone rang.

Ji Ling picked up the phone immediately, "Brother?"

"It's me." Zhu Weidong said, "Are you waiting for a call from your elder brother?"

"Yes." Ji Ling thought about how she was pissed off by Zhu Weidong last time, and now she thought of a way to deal with him, so she was in a good mood. "You called at a good time. I hadn't even entered the house a few minutes earlier."

"Heping saw you rushing out of the school gate and guessed that you were going home."

Ji Ling: Sure enough, talking to him always makes me feel heartbroken.

"Heping and I are in the same school, why didn't anyone tell me?"

"He didn't say?"

"He told me that on Tuesday night when he came over to give me flowers."

"That's good."

Ji Ling: What do you mean by that's good? Forget it.

Because he sent her flowers, Ji Ling decided not to argue with this straight man. Unfortunately, she was so shameless that she asked, "Where did you get Mao Rongrong's cactus? It looks like a very special species."

Even in previous lives, such cute cacti were not common species.

"Mrs. Xu sells flowers, and she has a lot. If you like them, I'll ask Heping to send you another pot."

"So it was Sister Xu's suggestion that you send me flowers?"

"It's Xu Gong."

"What did Xu Gong tell you?"

Completely unaware of Ji Ling's gritted teeth questioning over the phone, Zhu Weidong replied calmly, "During work, Engineer Xu said that if you make your wife angry, you'll get a pot of cactus. Take it out when you're punished to kneel."

Ji Ling chuckled twice, "I have something else to do, I'll hang up first."

With a click, Ji Ling hung up the phone.

It was her fault for praising him.

You're overthinking it. How could a fool like him know the language of cactus flowers?

(End of this chapter)


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