Bathed in the soft light, a white luxury car slowly parked beside the fountain pool.
Where was the handsome billionaire Leng Lingxiao? All they saw was a silver-haired old woman. Although she had a clear and elegant appearance and graceful manners, she fell far short of everyone’s expectations.
"Look, isn’t that Wang Jinhui?"
"How comes he seems so familiar with Wang Jinhui? What’s their relationship? A new partner he found?"
"No way, is he into older women?"
"Please, he himself is already past sixty. Actually, this woman... She looks alright. I bet she was a real beauty when she was young."
"But Wang Jinhui has such great conditions!"
In Huang City, some might not recognize the elusive Wang Junchen or the business tycoon Leng Lingxiao, but everyone surely had heard of Wang Jinhui.
He was ranked number one on Huang City’s rich list and often attended top-level private parties.
Although his high-profile exposure was to find his missing wife, others were unaware of the real situation and simply thought him an incredibly powerful man with endless money in the bank.
Over the years, suitors were countless, from all walks of life, including Jiang Yongheng’s only sister, Jiang Yongli.
She had waited from her prime into her forties, yet still couldn’t catch Wang Jinhui’s eye.
"My goodness, even Ye Wanhua went?"
"This old lady is impressive! Wang Jinhui personally went to pick her up, and Ye Wanhua personally welcomed her!"
"It couldn’t be some kind of con artist, could it?"
"Impossible, what kind of person is Wang Jinhui? He’s the wealthiest man in Huang City, shrewd as they come."
Actually, who got out of the car was Tang Mei. The sole reason she made this trip was that Wang Jinhui begged for two days with a thick face.
He steadfastly believed that Tang Mei was his wife, Jiang Ruowan.
No matter in what identity she appeared, even if she changed her name hundreds of times, Wang Jinhui would spare no expense to find her.
Just as people were wildly guessing, Tang Mei had already been escorted to the second floor by Ye Wanhua and Wang Jinhui.
On the terrace, they sat around an antique yet elegant coffee table. There were well-pruned bonsai and hanging violets.
Under the soft light, with a gentle breeze blowing, the atmosphere was very fresh and tastefully subtle.
"Tang Mei, try this, it’s homemade by Wanhua," Wang Jinhui gently pushed the plate, as if he was afraid she couldn’t reach it.
Tang Mei really liked black plum cake; Granny Yu often made it for her back at Mei Garden.
"Mmm, soft and chewy, sour and sweet, not bad!"
Hearing the compliment, Ye Wanhua was very pleased but said nothing further, continuing to make tea.
At this moment, she was contemplating a matter of utmost importance, whether to speak up or not about acknowledging Tang Xiaowan as her daughter, feeling slightly nervous.
Even though her father-in-law Wang Jinhui had already mentioned it to Tang Mei, who replied that she would consider it.
Moreover, her husband Wang Junchen had also said a few days ago that Ye Wanhua should rest assured, he would arrange everything properly to fulfill her wishes.
But Ye Wanhua felt she should personally inquire about Tang Mei’s opinion to show sincerity.
"Aunt Tang, please have some tea."
Tang Mei accepted the teacup with gentle eyes, tasting the freshly brewed tea from Ye Wanhua and placing it down again, all the while exuding elegance.
At this point, Wang Jinhui sat up straight, staring intently at Tang Mei with eyes full of expectation.
He seemed in good spirits, not too troubled.
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Hopefully, all would go well without any hitches.
"This tea is from Nanfeng Tea Garden, not bad, right? I personally..."
"Yeah, not bad at all, pretty good!"
Upon this response, Wang Jinhui couldn’t hide his delight, feeling much more confident about his plan, halfway to success.
Just as he was about to say more, he saw Tang Mei turn her head to look at Ye Wanhua.
"Regarding the matter of accepting Tangtang as a daughter... I have no objections, but she must agree too. This girl is spoiled rotten by me, very headstrong, and I’m just afraid that over time... it’ll be too much worry."
Ye Wanhua, peeling an orange for Tang Mei, immediately paused and sat up straight.
"Aunt Tang, you may not know, but actually, I once... I also had a daughter, but she... just two days after she was born... so I..." Ye Wanhua’s voice trailed off, her eyes brimming with tears.
She turned her head away quickly, trying hard to control her emotions, not wanting to lose composure.
Seeing this, Tang Mei handed her a tissue.