Ye Ximeng stood frozen in shock.
Everything else was manageable, but 1.5% of Jiang Corporation’s shares—that was truly a grand gesture.
Even if she only lived off the dividends, it would be wealth she couldn’t squander in several lifetimes.
Seeing Wen Tonghua’s earnest expression, Ye Ximeng finally grew serious.
“Mom, I mean hypothetically—if I manage to stop Yufeng from becoming a monk, but Jiang Yufeng and I still get divorced, will the vacation resort, island, and shares you mentioned still count?”
“Yes, as long as you can stop Yufeng from becoming a monk, I will keep my word.”
With that, Mother Jiang sneakily glanced toward the kitchen. Seeing Jiang Yufeng still busy inside, she actually pulled out a pre-prepared document from her bag and handed it to Ye Ximeng.
“This is a gift agreement I drafted in advance.
Everything I just mentioned is written in the agreement. Take a look, and if there are no issues, sign it. We’ll each keep a copy.”
Staring at the document in her hand, Ye Ximeng was utterly stunned.
A saying suddenly came to her mind: “Birds of a feather flock together.”
On their wedding day, Jiang Yufeng had signed a marital agreement and a conditional gift agreement with her.
Now, what Wen Tonghua was doing wasn’t just similar—it was exactly the same.
For the next while, Ye Ximeng carefully reviewed the document while Wen Tonghua kept watch toward the kitchen.
Ye Ximeng signed, and Wen Tonghua handed her the pen.
When Jiang Yufeng emerged from the kitchen, Wen Tonghua gave a light cough, and the two of them simultaneously pretended to be calm as they hid the two copies of the document.
Their movements were perfectly synchronized.
…
The food container Wen Tonghua had brought wasn’t badly damaged.
Jiang Yufeng tidied up in the kitchen and brought the intact dishes to the dining table.
The three of them sat down together for dinner.
Ye Ximeng and Jiang Yufeng sat side by side, with Wen Tonghua seated across from them.
Throughout the meal, Jiang Yufeng’s expression remained cool and detached.
To maintain the affectionate couple act, Ye Ximeng picked up the serving chopsticks and placed a piece of carrot into Jiang Yufeng’s bowl.
Jiang Yufeng paused mid-bite, hesitated for a moment, then expressionlessly picked up the carrot and ate it.
Across the table, Wen Tonghua’s eyes widened in surprise. In her memory, carrots were one of Jiang Yufeng’s most disliked foods…
The dinner atmosphere was warm and cozy.
At least, that’s how Ye Ximeng felt.
But across the table, Wen Tonghua was so astonished that she bit her tongue several times.
Now, her tongue was numb, and she was utterly dumbfounded.
The dishes she had brought today were a combination of Jiang Yufeng’s and Ye Ximeng’s preferences.
Just that afternoon, she had asked Ye Ximeng via WeChat what dishes she liked.
Ye Ximeng said she liked carrots, green peppers, and water bamboo shoots.
Coincidentally, these three vegetables were Jiang Yufeng’s least favorites—the kind he had never touched with his chopsticks since childhood.
Yet, just now, in the short span of a single meal, she had watched her daughter-in-law place two pieces of carrot, three pieces of green pepper, and four pieces of water bamboo shoots into her son’s bowl.
And out of these nine servings, only the first two were served with the serving chopsticks—the other seven were not!
What’s more, her picky, germaphobic, almost otherworldly son had eaten every single one of them!
Yes, he had eaten every! single! one!
No air conditioning turned off, no displeasure, no slamming down of bowls…
Wen Tonghua felt as if her entire world had been turned upside down!
Even after getting into the car and leaving her son and daughter-in-law’s wedding home, Wen Tonghua’s mind remained in a daze…
As Wen Tonghua departed, the villa was left with only Ye Ximeng and Jiang Yufeng.
In the living room, the two sat facing each other across the tea table.
Ye Ximeng was brewing tea.
The tea leaves were freshly harvested white tea from today.
Warming the pot, rinsing the cups, placing the tea leaves, pouring hot water from a height…
Her movements flowed seamlessly.
Once the tea was ready, Ye Ximeng pushed a cup toward Jiang Yufeng and gestured for him to drink, saying, “This is tea I picked today. Give it a try.”
Jiang Yufeng lifted the teacup to his nose, first inhaling its aroma, then taking a small sip.
He was a tea enthusiast himself, and with just a brief taste, he recognized the type of tea: “It’s white tea.”
Unbidden, his thoughts drifted to the white tea grove behind Pudu Temple.
That grove didn’t have many tea trees, but the white tea it produced was of the highest quality.
Abbot Du’e treasured that tea grove dearly. Jiang Yufeng had once asked to pick some leaves, but Abbot Du’e had firmly refused.
According to Abbot Du’e, the tea trees in that grove were planted by an old friend of his.
Now, that friend had long since passed away, but the tea leaves from that grove were reserved for the friend’s descendants to harvest.
“Excellent tea,” Jiang Yufeng praised as he set down the teacup.
It wasn’t mere flattery—the white tea in the cup was truly exceptional.
“Of course, I picked and processed it myself,” Ye Ximeng said with a smile, also taking a sip from her cup.
“You know how to process tea?” Jiang Yufeng asked in surprise.
“Yes,” Ye Ximeng raised an eyebrow. “I know how to do a lot of things.”
Hearing this, Jiang Yufeng’s typically cool expression softened into a faint smile.
It was a subtle smile, gone in an instant.
He didn’t take Ye Ximeng’s words too seriously and continued, “Were you stung by a wasp today?”
Ye Ximeng pointed to the gauze on her forehead and said, “Right on my forehead. It hurt like hell and looks awful.
If it weren’t for this huge swollen lump on my forehead, I wouldn’t have had to wear this ‘battle-damaged’ makeup today.”
“Is it serious?” Jiang Yufeng asked.
Ye Ximeng took out her phone and used the screen as a mirror.
Reflected in the screen, she gently peeled off the gauze, revealing the large swollen bump on her forehead.
“See? It’s hideous,” Ye Ximeng said, putting her phone down, not wanting to look at it any longer.
“I wonder how long it’ll take to heal,” she murmured, lightly pressing the bump and wincing in pain.
Jiang Yufeng also examined the swollen bump on Ye Ximeng’s forehead.
It did look quite severe—swollen high, like a horn growing from her forehead, bright red with slightly purplish edges.
He took a jar of ointment from his pocket and handed it to her, saying, “This is an ointment for treating wasp stings.”
After the Dharma assembly ended, he had made a detour to the General Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine to get this ointment from Academician Lin.
Hearing this, Ye Ximeng’s eyes lit up immediately. She had been so busy today and rushed back that she had forgotten to buy ointment.
“Thank you,” Ye Ximeng said with a smile, her eyes curving as she accepted the ointment.
“You’re welcome,” Jiang Yufeng replied, withdrawing his gaze from Ye Ximeng’s face, only to inadvertently catch sight of the cracked phone screen on the corner of the table.
Ye Ximeng put away the ointment and noticed Jiang Yufeng looking in the direction of her phone. She smiled and said, “When the wasp chased me, I panicked and dropped my phone. That’s how the screen cracked.
But it’s fine—it still works.”
“Mm.” Jiang Yufeng gave a noncommittal light response.
“It’s getting late, you should rest early.” Jiang Yufeng proposed to leave.
“You mentioned wanting to rent or buy a villa in Repulse Bay this morning, have you found one?” Ye Ximeng asked.
“I’ve already entrusted the property management to handle it, the transfer will be completed tomorrow.” Jiang Yufeng said, “Tonight I booked a hotel nearby.”
“Well, see you tomorrow morning.” Ye Ximeng said.
“See you tomorrow morning.”