Staring at the string of letters and numbers that made up the shop name, Jiang Yufeng was momentarily stunned.
He wondered if Ye Ximeng had sent the wrong link.
This shop name didn’t look at all like a high-end custom incense store.
Still, he clicked into the shop to take a look.
But as it turned out, there wasn’t a single proper product listed—just a link for price adjustments.
He figured Ye Ximeng had most likely sent the wrong shop.
A flicker of amusement and helplessness passed through his cool eyes.
Unexpectedly, Ye Ximeng’s image flashed through his mind—beautiful, exquisite.
Whether it was her lifestyle, appearance, figure, or style of dress, Ye Ximeng left him with an impression of nothing less than refinement.
His wife.
What had originally felt like an exhausting and difficult three-year marriage seemed, with Ye Ximeng as his wife, not quite so unbearable anymore.
The faint, curling scent of sandalwood drifted from the direction of the main hall. Perhaps because his mood was relatively good at the moment, he felt that the incense burning in the hall today was richer and more pleasant than usual.
He opened WeChat and called Ye Ximeng.
The ringtone sounded only a few times before abruptly cutting off.
A notification immediately appeared on the screen: “The other party has declined your call.”
Jiang Yufeng stared at the screen for a moment.
Was she busy?
Before leaving in the morning, she had indeed mentioned having something to do at noon.
Jiang Yufeng didn’t call again. Instead, he sent a text message.
[Did you send the wrong online shop link this morning?]
…
Ye Ximeng was picking tea on the back hill of Pudu Temple.
The back hill of Pudu Temple had a small grove of tea trees—about twenty or thirty white tea trees.
Unlike ordinary tea gardens where the trees were trimmed to about a meter in height, these tea trees had never been pruned. Each stood over three meters tall, lush and leafy.
As a result, picking tea had become quite a challenging task.
Of course, the white tea produced here was also of the highest quality.
Abbot Du’e’s three disciples had called over more than ten young novices to help Ye Ximeng pick tea.
A group of them bustled about busily in the tea grove.
Ye Ximeng was standing on a ladder, plucking tender leaves from the branches of a tea tree.
Just then, her phone rang in her pocket.
She freed one hand to pull out the phone.
Seeing it was Jiang Yufeng calling, she smiled.
It was probably about the online shop she had recommended to him that morning, but that didn’t dampen her cheerful mood.
Her first phone conversation with Jiang Yufeng was worth commemorating.
It would be even better if there were a sense of ceremony.
Just as Ye Ximeng was thinking this, the sense of ceremony truly arrived.
“Wasp nest! There’s a wasp nest! Everyone, be careful!”
Hearing the shout, Ye Ximeng’s hand trembled.
Her gesture to answer the call shifted slightly, turning into a hang-up.
And at that very moment, a small swarm of wasps charged toward her!
In the not-so-large tea garden, chaos ensued…
The wasp nest was removed, the wasps were driven away, and Ye Ximeng was gloriously injured.
On her left forehead, a wasp had stung her, leaving a large bump…
A monk brought over some ointment and handed it to Ye Ximeng, asking if she needed to go to the hospital.
Some of the monks had also been stung, but Ye Ximeng’s skin was too fair and delicate. The red, swollen bump looked especially severe.
“It’s fine, no big deal. Just applying some ointment will do.”
Ye Ximeng waved her small hand, indicating she was perfectly fine, but the moment she turned around to apply the ointment, she immediately grimaced in pain.
After tending to the sting on her forehead, she finally remembered Jiang Yufeng’s WeChat call.
Taking out her tragically cracked-screen phone, her heart ached once again.
Although in three years, she would receive a large sum of property from Jiang Yufeng, for now, her finances were far from comfortable…
This shattered screen was undoubtedly adding insult to injury.
And then there was the swollen bump on her forehead—the ceremonial significance of this first call was truly…
She would probably never forget it for the rest of her life.
Opening WeChat, she looked at the message Jiang Yufeng had sent and prepared to call him back.
Between a video call and a voice call, she chose the latter.
No particular reason—the swollen bump on her forehead was just too unsightly…
The call was answered after just one ring.
Ye Ximeng spoke first: “Jiang Yufeng.”
Her tone unconsciously carried a hint of gloom.
“What’s wrong? Did something happen?” Jiang Yufeng’s voice was as clear and pleasant as ever.
Ye Ximeng hadn’t expected Jiang Yufeng to be so perceptive.
But since he asked, she wasn’t one to swallow her grievances—even though the grievances weren’t caused by him.
“Your call earlier attracted a swarm of hornets that attacked me,” Ye Ximeng promptly pinned the blame squarely on Jiang Yufeng.