At fifty, she remarried into a wealthy family; her ex-husband knelt down and begged for reconciliati

at this time.

Inside the office of the chairman of the Fung Group.

Feng Jiashu answered the phone, his eyebrows rising.

Three months passed, and he did not see He Qiaoyun again, assuming that she had long forgotten him.

Unexpectedly, she not only remembered, but also wanted to send him lychees.

He got up and was about to leave when Assistant Guo came in carrying a document.

"Chairman, this is the purchase order for the group's anniversary celebration sent by the Logistics Management Department. It also includes employee benefits for several branch offices. Please approve and sign it."

Feng Jiashu took the document, but his mind was already wandering, and he had no interest in reading it carefully. Documents that have undergone multiple layers of review usually don't have any problems.

Just as he was about to close the document, his gaze fell on one of the columns.

Seasonal fruits: lychee, mango, waxberry, grape...

litchi?

perhaps......

He put the documents on the table, saying, "I'll sign them when I get back."

Seeing that Feng Jiashu seemed to have something urgent to attend to, Assistant Guo asked, "Are you going out? I'll go contact the driver."

Feng Jiashu waved his hand, "No need, I'll drive myself, you go ahead with your work."

"Okay, please be careful on your way."

It takes about an hour and a half to drive from the city to the village.

Feng Jiashu wasn't wearing the work clothes from the herbal medicine base, but rather his usual polo shirt and trousers, making him look very energetic and sophisticated.

As evening approached, He Qiaoyun was settling wages with the helpers picking fruit in the orchard when a black Audi Q8 suddenly pulled up outside.

Everyone turned their gaze outside.

"Who?"

"I do not know."

"This car doesn't look cheap."

"Yes, four rings, it must cost at least several hundred thousand."

“It’s not that expensive. My son’s is a little smaller than this one, and it only cost a little over 100,000 yuan to buy it secondhand. This one looks like it’s only a little over 200,000 yuan.”

Are four rings really that worthless now?

"No, that's just something to fool the poor."

They were all talking amongst themselves. He Qiaoyun looked outside and saw the door of the Mercedes open. Feng Jiashu stepped out of the car, his tall and handsome figure appearing before everyone.

Everyone looked at the man, regardless of gender, and their eyes lit up as they began to whisper among themselves.

"This guy looks like a boss. Could he be Qiaoyun's boyfriend?"

"They look like they're from the city, and it's evening, so they're probably not here to discuss business."

"No wonder she's been looking so radiant lately."

"When you say that, it's true."

The surroundings were quiet, and their conversation reached the ears of the two main characters.

He Qiaoyun's ears felt slightly hot. She glanced at Feng Jiashu quickly, then said to the helpers, "Thank you all for your hard work today. If you can come to work tomorrow, just let me know in the WeChat group. It's getting late, so everyone should go home early."

A group of people looked them over with smiles, and someone joked, "We're leaving now, you guys keep chatting."

He Qiaoyun gave Feng Jiashu an awkward smile, "They like to gossip, don't take offense."

Feng Jiashu smiled faintly, "It's nothing."

He Qiaoyun then asked, "By the way, shouldn't you be working at the base? How come..."

After a long pause, Feng Jiashu finally said, "I've been transferred to the group headquarters."

"Oh, I see. No wonder I haven't seen you for a while. Congratulations on your promotion."

Looking into her sincere eyes, Feng Jiashu felt as if his whole heart had been touched.

He Qiaoyun looked up and met his eyes. She felt inexplicably uncomfortable and quickly looked away.

"Oh right, the fruit for you is all in the little house. I'll go and move it over for you."

Feng Jiashu followed, saying, "I'll do it. I can't just take your fruit for free and make you carry it."

"What do you mean by taking it for free? If it yields results, you also helped out."

Upon entering the small house, Feng Jiashu carried a large basket of fruit by himself. Just as He Qiaoyun was about to go over and lend a hand, her phone rang.

“I can manage on my own, you should answer the phone,” Feng Jiashu said.

She didn't refuse; she took out her phone, answered the call, and frowned upon hearing the conversation.

"This isn't how you do business. We've already signed a contract, and I've picked the fruit. Now you're suddenly saying you don't want it anymore. Where am I supposed to find someone else to buy it?"

"Do I care about your small penalty fee? It would take time to find someone else to pick up the goods, and the picked fruit can't wait; it will spoil in two days."

He Qiaoyun's tone was helpless and indignant. The best batch of fruit from her more than 20 mu of lychee orchard was supplied to the city's large wholesale markets, while the slightly inferior fruit was sold to some fruit vendors in the market.

Now that the wholesale market has suddenly broken the contract, if we wait any longer, we'll have no choice but to sell these fruits to fruit vendors.

The penalty for breach of contract mentioned by the other party will definitely be delayed, eventually leading to a lawsuit. At that time, if her fruit does not meet the standards, the two sides will argue and it will be even more difficult to reach an agreement.

She was in a bad mood. She hadn't expected He Ping to be so petty. He remembered a single sentence from the end of the year to the middle of the year and even managed to team up with people from the wholesale market to mess with her.

I simply can't stand it.

Since everything's already in complete chaos, we might as well take advantage of the confusion and drink it.

She was about to call He Ping to challenge him to a fight, since she had beaten him quite a bit when they were kids anyway.

Turning around, he saw He Ping and leisurely walked into the orchard with his hands behind his back.

He Ping's gaze swept over He Qiaoyun and slowly settled on Feng Jiashu.

Feng Jiashu, holding a basket of lychees, casually lifted his eyelids and sized up the pot-bellied man in front of him.

For some reason, He Ping didn't dare to look at Feng Jiashu any longer and quickly looked away.

He Ping's grandfather owned land in the city and collected rent in his early years. Ten years ago, he was involved in a demolition and relocation project, and received more money than he could spend in two lifetimes. Overjoyed, the old man died at the mahjong table, and He Ping thus became a nouveau riche by taking advantage of the situation.

He was a poor man who suddenly became rich. The hardships he endured left a deep mark on him, and even after becoming wealthy, it was difficult for him to shake off the label of a nouveau riche, which specifically refers to the poor.

Feng Jiashu is different. True wealth comes from inner calmness and composure, accumulated over many years of habits and temperament, and cannot be faked.

Just like now, a single, indifferent glance from him can make He Ping feel uncomfortable and nervous, as if she has stepped out of her comfort zone.

He Qiaoyun glared at He Ping, "What are you doing here?"

He Ping only looked away from Feng Jiashu's intimidating gaze when she saw He Qiaoyun. "I heard that your order was canceled by the city's wholesale market?"

He appeared immediately after He Qiaoyun hung up the phone a second ago, clearly telling her that he was the one who interfered, causing her fruit to not sell!

If Feng Jiashu hadn't been there, He Qiaoyun would have immediately picked up a stone from the ground and thrown it at He Ping's face.

"You have so much fruit, why don't I buy it for you? I have a friend who works in purchasing at the Fung Group. They need to buy a batch of fruit for employee benefits for their anniversary celebration."

“We’re all from the same clan, so I won’t hold your last words against you. Just apologize and I’ll negotiate this deal for you, okay?” He Ping said with a smug and arrogant expression.