Jiang Yufeng’s gaze turned toward Ye Ximeng.
Ye Ximeng pretended to be calm, took out her phone to glance at it, and said evenly, “It’s just a spam message pushed by big data.”
Jiang Yufeng gave a noncommittal hum and withdrew his gaze.
He had just seen it—Ye Ximeng hadn’t changed her phone.
She hadn’t even replaced the shattered screen; cracks like spiderwebs spread across the phone’s display.
Combined with the small electric car in the garage, which cost less than eighty thousand yuan to purchase outright, a flicker of doubt passed through Jiang Yufeng’s eyes.
But it was only for a moment. A short while later, Jiang Yufeng brought up another matter.
“I bought the villa next door. From now on, I’ll be staying there at night,” Jiang Yufeng said.
Ye Ximeng raised her eyes and arched a brow. “That was quick.”
“Mm, Qian Shui Wan’s property management is quite efficient,” Jiang Yufeng replied.
“The password for the villa’s main gate is the same as here.” Even Jiang Yufeng himself didn’t know why he added this extra detail…
…
Jiang Yufeng left.
Ye Ximeng immediately took out her phone and opened the online store chat window.
Sure enough, she saw the message Jiang Yufeng had sent.
Jiang Yufeng’s online store ID was the system default—a string of numbers and letters.
722XXX0003: 【What’s the price for Infant Incense here?】
Ye Ximeng’s online store customer service name was still “Xiao Er.”
Xiao Er: 【1999 yuan for 10 grams, dear.】
Jiang Yufeng replied quickly.
722XXX0003: 【Give me 50 grams as well.】
Xiao Er: 【Of course, dear.】
【Dear, custom incense products will be shipped within three days.】
【Dear, once custom incense products are confirmed, they cannot be returned or exchanged.】
【Dear, are you sure you want to customize the Infant Incense powder?】
…
The next day.
Jiang Yufeng picked up the package from the reception room around noon.
It was the Goose Pear Bedchamber Incense and Snowy Spring Promise he had ordered.
Both incense powders were packaged in very delicate porcelain jars.
Various tools for making incense seals were also included, along with paper tutorial materials for creating incense seals.
After examining the contents of the package, Jiang Yufeng’s gaze fell on the shipping label on the outside of the box.
The sender’s address was also in Jing City—the eastern suburbs of Jing City…
…
Qian Shui Wan Villa.
Today, Ye Ximeng only went out in the morning to the rented courtyard in the eastern suburbs to ship the Infant Incense powder Jiang Yufeng had ordered.
Then she returned to continue organizing matters for starting her company.
She and Luo Yuanyuan had finalized the company location—there was no need to find another place. They would set up the incense-making equipment in the old house left by her grandfather as a transitional production site for the initial phase.
When she had obtained the old house and the plot of land her mother had bought years ago from Ye Wenhan, she had already planned this.
The old house was still in good condition and had a large courtyard, making it perfect as a temporary incense-making site for the early stages.
Once the business developed and she had sufficient funds, she could build a factory on that plot of land.
Moreover, she had already received her first order today—Qing Shui Temple had placed an order for a batch of Buddhist Incense from her.
…
At noon, Jiang Yufeng didn’t return for lunch, but Zhang Yi still delivered the meal as usual.
In the afternoon, Ye Ximeng looked up from her busy work, about to take a breather, when she heard the doorbell ring.
Who would come to see her at this hour?
Just as she was about to go open the door, the visitor had already entered by inputting the password themselves.
It was Jiang Yufeng.
“Why are you here so early today?” Ye Ximeng asked in surprise.
Jiang Yufeng’s expression was as cool and detached as ever.
“Today is the day for the bride’s return to her family home,” Jiang Yufeng said.
Ye Ximeng blinked in a daze.
Perhaps life after marriage in this lifetime had been too comfortable—she had actually forgotten about this.
Before she could say anything, the phone rang.
It was a call from her stepmother, Sun Yuan.
As soon as the call connected, Sun Yuan asked why she hadn’t returned for lunch and added that because she hadn’t come back, her father had thrown quite a tantrum.
Ye Ximeng had never gotten along with Sun Yuan, so she casually made up an excuse to brush it off.
Sun Yuan told her to bring Jiang Yufeng back for dinner in the evening.
From the background, Ye Xiaorou’s snide and sarcastic voice could faintly be heard, seemingly saying that Jiang Yufeng would never go back with her.
Ye Ximeng ignored it and simply replied to Sun Yuan, saying she would return in the evening.
While she was on the phone, Jiang Yufeng stood not far away.
Quiet and aloof.
After hanging up, Ye Ximeng smiled apologetically at Jiang Yufeng and said, “Wait for me a moment. I’ll get ready.”
“Alright, no rush. I’ve already prepared the gifts for the return visit.” With that, Jiang Yufeng actually handed a simple gift box to Ye Ximeng.
“This is for you,” Jiang Yufeng said.