Transmigrated as a vicious stepmother, I raised a child who became a heartthrob.

"Eat yours."

Chu Lian suddenly stepped back, moving the chair backward as well.

"I don't want to eat your saliva right now; I don't have that fetish."

Shen Lin was using his own chopsticks, and Chu Lian could barely hide the disdain in his eyes.

"cut."

Shen Lin didn't mind and put the meatballs back into his own bowl.

"Where is your son?"

After Shen Lin provoked Chu Lian, he began to question Jiang Zhuhua.

"He's playing elsewhere."

Jiang Zhuhua wouldn't bring children to a place like this, so he declined directly.

“I was thinking of meeting him. Last time the situation was urgent, this is an apology gift for him.”

Shen Lin pointed to a large box placed in the corner of the room, which looked like an assembly of some kind of character.

Jiang Zhuhua really didn't know much about this kind of thing, and Jiang Ji seemed to have never mentioned any toys.

"Then I'll accept it."

Jiang Zhuhua sat down and chatted with them; it was inevitable that he would sit at the same table with them and drink.

They drank quite a bit back and forth. Midway through, Jiang Zhuhua went out and ordered more dishes.

"We'll be holding a race at the racetrack in the east of the city in a while, so come and join us then."

Shen Lin was a little drunk. He poured himself a cup of tea, and his eyes immediately lit up.

"Where did you get this tea? I hadn't tried it before, but after taking a sip, I think it's pretty good."

Those tea leaves are all taken from the very best part of the plant; there's barely an ounce left on any single tea tree—only the very top-grade batch. How could the taste be anything but amazing?

Jiang Zhuhua smiled and said, "I had someone plant a batch of tea. It's not much, but if you like, I can get you some later."

The tea there, due to environmental factors, has a mild and strong flavor, but the tea color is light and delicate. It's not enough to refresh the mind, but it's good for drinking as a refreshing beverage.

"Okay. I'm really basking in your generosity today, eating and drinking. Could you give me a few more boxes, Mr. Jiang? A friend of mine is quite fond of tea."

As soon as he said that, Jiang Zhuhua burst into laughter.

"Sure. You can bring your friends over when you have time. My restaurant is always open for you."

After all, they needed to use their fame for publicity. Everyone was there for dinner, and they even took the tea. Shen Lin gave them face, and the others didn't refuse either.

Jiang Zhuhua took a photo and posted it on her WeChat Moments. In the photo, she only smiled gently, with a faint smile on her face. The people in the photo are a group of passionate young people in their prime, some raising their glasses and others laughing loudly.

After taking the photos, Jiang Zhuhua couldn't just leave, so he drank two more rounds of alcohol.

"You guys have fun, have some fun!"

Jiang Zhuhua's words were mainly directed at Shen Lin. The others weren't important. In this circle, it's all about recognizing who has money and power.

Not long after Jiang Zhuhua left, he went to the toilet to induce vomiting. Alcohol is something that people either truly enjoy or truly suffer from.

That round is over, but there are others. Zhang Wuling and the others are in another private room. The staff said they've almost finished eating and are chatting there.

Jiang Zhuhua rinsed his mouth carefully and reapplied his lipstick.

"I had something to take care of just now. How was everyone's meal?"

Feeling slightly groggy, Jiang Zhuhua drank a cup of hangover tea before going inside.

"President Jiang, your restaurant is doing so well! The soup is so delicious, I almost didn't want to use it for hot pot."

Ji Anrui became excited as soon as he saw it, and the others also felt a strange excitement.

Wow, President Jiang looks so elegant!

"So beautiful! Is this the aura of a leading lady?"

"President Jiang! I've admired you for a long time!"

This was a different kind of lively atmosphere from the next private room! Jiang Zhuhua glanced at the table; beer, juice, milk—everything was there.

It wasn't a formal dinner party, but rather a small gathering of friends. Jiang Zhuhua breathed a slight sigh of relief.

These people had been playing around for a while and were getting a little carried away, showing no shyness even towards strangers. They greeted each other warmly.

"President Jiang, come and sit down."

A faint smile appeared on Zhang Wuling's lips, and in that instant, she exuded a gentle and tender aura.

Although he wasn't wearing a suit, his outfit looked like he had dressed up; he wore a white shirt and suit pants, with embroidery on the chest—a lotus flower that was faintly visible—which made him appear even more aloof and cold.

Her hair was smooth and light chestnut brown, which made her look even more gentle.

"Great! Which schools do these people go to? Are they your classmates?"

Jiang Zhuhua sat down in the chair, a faint smile on his face.

"Junior students, try to get along well with Ji Anrui."

Zhang Wuling started her own business quite early, so she didn't have a very good relationship with the people at the school; she only had a few people she could really talk to.

"Mr. Jiang, what would you like to drink? I can still smell alcohol on you. Would you like some milk?"

Almost eagerly, Ji Anrui sidled up to him, his eyes sparkling.

"Thank you. Milk, please."

Jiang Zhuhua simply maintained the expected politeness and courtesy, not quite understanding the other party's enthusiasm.

The students watched Ji Anrui pour the milk with great eagerness, as if they had received some imperial decree. Jiang Zhuhua felt uncomfortable all over.

“They were just too excited. Your entrepreneurial story is quite famous at our school. When you came to give a speech at our school before, many people came specifically to hear about it.”

Zhang Wuling tilted her head slightly, leaned closer to Jiang Zhuhua, and spoke softly.

He was wearing perfume, a light scent of lemon and ambergris. Jiang Zhuhua's nose wasn't very sensitive, so he couldn't really distinguish the top, middle, and base notes.

The scent is quite pleasant, giving a sense of comfort and freshness. Jiang Zhuhua found himself somewhat lost in thought.

"Are you listening?"

Zhang Wuling talked about other things, but Jiang Zhuhua didn't respond. Zhang Wuling turned his head and immediately noticed that Jiang Zhuhua was lost in thought.

When Jiang Zhuhua is lost in thought, she is very quiet, like an immersed statue, exuding a sense of tranquility that seems to be isolated from her surroundings. She is completely absorbed in her own world, and the slightest disturbance from the outside world cannot disturb her.

It even gave me a feeling that I didn't belong to this world.

Zhang Wuling still chose to speak to bring the other person back to their senses.

“I’m listening. I don’t quite remember giving a speech at your school back then.”

Jiang Zhuhua was just lost in thought and quickly came back to his senses, so he was able to continue the conversation.

"At that time, he seemed to be radiating light in the lecture hall. He wasn't much older than them, but he was the youngest among those who came to give speeches."

Zhang Wuling spoke softly and gently, each word crisp and clear, like the sound of water falling into a pool.

"She's the most capable and outstanding young woman who started her own business without relying on her family. She's our role model and someone we should all learn from!"

A girl overheard this and chimed in, emphasizing it highly and adding many prefixes. Her eyes, too, sparkled with starlight and envy.