Operation Red Book

Today is a sunny day, and the sun is scorching. There are many people with bare upper bodies at the Chinese wharf. They look tired and their lips are dry.

Thick beads of sweat rolled down the dock worker's wheat-colored skin, dyeing the entire dock an earthy orange color.

Ivy finally returned to her post after being absent from work for two weeks. As usual, she started to look through the account books of Muyunzhai.

"Ms. Ivy, have you found a good husband in your hometown?"

Miss Mingcan smiled maliciously and teased Ivy as usual.

Ivy sniffed, and somehow she could always smell a strong scent of osmanthus.

From the moment she stepped into the Chinese market, the fragrance hit her nose and has lingered until now.

She blinked and temporarily put the pungent smell aside.

Compared to the strange fragrance, Mingcan's words left her even more confused.

"What hometown? What good son-in-law?"

"Mr. Zhu said so!" Mingcan was very surprised when he heard Ivy's answer.

"Mr. Zhu said that you and your half-brother had an ambiguous relationship, and your relatives found out, so they sent you back to Manchester overnight to find someone to marry you. You're going to get married in a few days!"

"That bastard who talks nonsense!"

Ivy scrunched her face up in disgust, rolled her eyes upward, and slammed the account book shut without ceremony, making a loud noise.

The waiters at Muyunzhai did not put down their work because of the loud noise at the front desk, as if they were used to it.

"Oh my! Why are you angry again? When a girl is angry, it means her liver is too hot and she will get pimples on her face."

Mingcan stopped Ivy, who was holding a feather duster, with a smile on his face, and patted her on the back while coaxing her to sit down.

"We all know that Mr. Zhu was joking. Anyone would be dissatisfied if you yelled at him so loudly at the dinner table... Besides, you know that Mr. Zhu is a petty person..."

As soon as she finished speaking, Ivy tightened her grip on the feather duster in her hand, her anger clearly showing on her face.

"Oh, forget about him. Getting angry will only harm your body...Okay, I won't talk about you anymore. Look at me. What's different about me?"

Mingcan's smile widened, and the emotions revealed in his peach blossom eyes were somewhat unclear.

She walked away holding the light yellow handkerchief, and gently turned in front of Ivy, her posture like a blooming peony.

Ivy was attracted by her actions, and the anger on her face gradually subsided.

Mingcan's hair seemed to be coated with a lot of essential oils, and it was shining under natural light.

Her makeup was the same as usual, yet seemed different; her blush was heavier, while her lip balm was lighter.

As for the clothes he was wearing, although Mingcan wore different clothes every day, today's clothes were obviously more luxurious and grand.

"Hmm? How was I today?"

Mingcan slowly turned around again, and her handkerchief fluttered like a butterfly over her peach-like face, wanting to reveal but not to, wanting to show but not to.

"You look good. You looked like a little parrot before, but now you have turned into a little hibiscus flower... How did you cross species?"

Ivy stroked her chin and spoke slowly with a pout.

"You dressed up specially today, why?"

Mingcan winked at Ivy secretly, and the smile in his eyes became more obvious.

She put down her handkerchief, said nothing, suppressed her anger, and poured sweet-scented osmanthus tea beside her, which made Ivy even more confused.

Osmanthus again. June is indeed the time when osmanthus flowers are in full bloom. Is this Mr. Zhu's preference? Is he promoting osmanthus flowers in the summer?

Ivy couldn't help but roll her eyes again. Speaking of fragrance, the light aroma of Longjing tea from Muyunzhai couldn't be better.

In just two weeks, the familiar Muyunzhai was turned into a potted osmanthus plant, which made her a little uncomfortable.

Ivy moved closer to Mingcan and immediately smelled a thick layer of osmanthus fragrance. Ivy was sure that she must take an osmanthus bath twice a day, morning and evening.

"Good sister, I'm asking you a question, please answer me, what does your dressing up like this have to do with osmanthus?"

Regardless of the fragrant sweet-scented osmanthus scent, Ivy still rubbed Mingcan's arm with her head obediently, her eyes full of innocence.

She knew that Mingcan loved to see her act coquettishly.

And this happens to be Ivy's forte, otherwise all these years of being a social expert would have been in vain.

As expected, Mingcan immediately put on a doting smile and gently pinched Ivy's cheeks that were deliberately puffed up.

"Wow! This has to start with you."

"Me? What does it have to do with me..."

Mingcan immediately moved a chair over and pulled Ivy to sit down with him.

This was foreplay to chatting about daily life, and it was also Ivy's favorite activity. She immediately responded by listening attentively.

"You annoyed Mr. Zhu that day, and he immediately issued an order to find an assistant who is more dedicated, more beautiful, more gentle, more tolerant, and more willing to have dinner with him than you..."

"Wait! Wait! Let me finish what I'm saying before you go and settle the score with Mr. Zhu!"

Ming Can hurriedly grabbed Ivy who was standing up to look for a feather duster. She cleared her throat and continued:

"He actually found it! Moreover, it not only met his requirements, but greatly exceeded them!"