Jin Yuanyuan's Top-Tier Life

Chapter 59 Jin Yuanyuan, you dare to sell out your uncle!

Dong Xiaoran turned around and took Jin Yuanyuan's hand. "When I went to your house last time, I saw that osmanthus tree in front of your house, remember? I asked you if you could sell it. I have a customer who likes this kind of tree... and you said yes..."

"Jin Yuanyuan!" Before Dong Xiaoran could finish speaking, Jin Yuanbao roared, calling her name, "You dare to sell out your uncle?!"

"Huh?" Jin Yuanyuan jumped in fright.

Grandpa Master was also getting anxious, "Yuanyuan, what are you doing?"

"Huh?" Jin Yuanyuan's eyes widened. "Didn't you do anything? Who's the uncle?"

"Jin Yuanyuan, let me tell you, I would rather die than sell this osmanthus tree!" Jin Yuanbao was quite agitated. "This is your grandfather's lifeblood, the foundation and symbol of our Jin family's prosperity. You are not allowed to sell it!"

"I...I...I didn't say I was going to sell it!" Jin Yuanyuan stammered in fright. Jin Yuanbao's shout was a bit loud, and all the diners around looked over. The restaurant was quiet for a moment, and then whispers started again.

Jin Yuanbao, who was supposed to be a refined and scholarly celebrity, was now shamelessly pulling Jin Yuanyuan along, frowning as he asked, "Don't you know the story of this osmanthus tree?"

"I know just a tiny bit." Jin Yuanyuan was so frightened that she turned into a child, completely losing her image as a supervisor.

"That's good." Jin Yuanbao calmed his breathing and said kindly to Dong Xiaoran, "I'm sorry, Miss Dong. I was a little excited just now. This osmanthus tree has a symbolic meaning for me, my Jin family, and my master. As we just mentioned, trees and bamboo are very symbolic for Chinese people. For example, the ancient Chinese poet Wang Wei planted a ginkgo tree in the Wenxing Pavilion in Wangchuan, Shaanxi, which is still flourishing today. Later generations regard the ginkgo tree as his embodiment and admire it for generations, which is also a kind of respect for cultural traditions."

"Oh, I understand, I understand." Dong Xiaoran was also intimidated by Jin Yuanbao's imposing manner and dared not continue. "I just said it casually with Yuanyuan, I didn't mean anything by it."

"That's good." Jin Yuanbao was still holding Jin Yuanyuan's hand, squeezing it quite hard. "Yuanyuan?"

"Let's chat casually, just chat whatever." Jin Yuanyuan smiled, then smiled again.

"Uncle, eat up! The stir-fried bamboo shoots won't taste good when they're cold." Zhao Zhuoran was quite perceptive; he immediately picked up the serving chopsticks and served food to Jin Yuanbao and his grandmaster. "This is made with Tianmu bamboo shoots from Jinjia Village. It's refreshing, tender, and delicious. It helps with digestion and stimulates appetite. I'll brew you some Tianmu Cloud Mist Tea later; it's also quite good—light and with a sweet aftertaste."

Zhao Zhuoran finally managed to calm Jin Yuanbao down. He smiled and pulled Jin Yuanyuan away, ignoring Dong Xiaoran's awkward sitting there.

"You scared me to death! I've never seen Uncle Jin like this before." Zhao Zhuoran didn't care about the many people in the hall and his many employees. He just pulled Jin Yuanyuan's hand and walked through the hall, through the crowd, and through the back kitchen to the back door of Wanghu Pavilion before letting go of her hand.

"What's going on?" Jin Yuanyuan asked, completely bewildered.

"Calm down."

"Why should I stay calm?" Jin Yuanyuan still didn't understand.

"Didn't your dad just scold you? You seemed pretty... scared, so I pulled you over here to get some fresh air and calm down..."

Jin Yuanyuan was both amused and exasperated. "No, it's so cold! I don't want to stand here in the wind. Don't worry, it's fine. Didn't they not sell any osmanthus trees? He was just deliberately picking a fight to see me ruin his family feast."

"So, that woman is your father's mistress? And that girl is your sister?" Zhao Zhuoran asked cautiously.

"I don't know, I don't want to know, and no one has ever told me this in all these years." These were Jin Yuanyuan's true feelings. She hadn't expected this scene to happen, but with a surge of courage, she decided to just disgust them.

Dong Xiaoran had hoped to "sow discord" in the atmosphere, but instead she was yelled at for nothing. Although she couldn't say she was "furious," she wasn't exactly happy either.

"That's good, it's nothing, I was just asking." Zhao Zhuoran relaxed. "It's been a really busy night. Let's grill some meat later."

"Do you have any meat left? I see there's no beef left in the kitchen..."

"What?! Ah!" This time it was Zhao Zhuoran's turn to get angry. "I'm going to check!"

Watching him dash back to the kitchen in a flash, Jin Yuanyuan laughed again.

After 10 p.m., many diners had left, and there were finally empty seats in the hall. For Jin Yuanyuan and Zhao Zhuoran, the tension had disappeared, and everything else could proceed as planned.

The Spring Festival Gala was still going on on the big TV in the lobby, with songs, dances, crosstalk, skits, operas, and magic shows taking turns on stage. Many people were drawn to the show, chatting and eating at the same time, but they couldn't eat much more.

Zhao Zhuoran had already instructed the kitchen to prepare their own New Year's Eve dinner, and then called Jin Yuanyuan and the others to prepare to make dumplings.

However, Cao Xiaoyu and Jin Feiyan were standing at the door with a few children, setting off cold fireworks and laughing happily.

Jin Yuanbao and his entire table of people came out as well.

The child in the arms finally woke up, staring blankly at the fireworks. Jin Yuanbao took the child and held him as they watched the dazzling lights and shadows.

Aunt Hong, supporting her parents, also stood there. Looking at her now, this woman was completely different from Jin Yuanyuan's mother; she was the kind of woman who looked extremely delicate, and probably looked like that when she was young. Unlike Zhu Hongying, who was outgoing, impulsive, and had strong likes and dislikes.

Yes, she has strong likes and dislikes. In this respect, Jin Yuanyuan takes after her mother.

Zhao Zhuoran was quite considerate of Xiao Juan's foreign husband, chatting with him casually.

Jin Feiyan and Cao Xiaoyu saw Jin Yuanbao holding a child watching them set off fireworks, and they even deliberately went over to tease the little baby in Jin Yuanbao's arms, creating a very joyful scene.

Jin Yuanyuan maintained her professional smile as she stood at the entrance of Wanghu Pavilion, watching them. Her gaze would occasionally drift towards the lakeside streetlight not far away, where Ye Huanxi and her ex-boyfriend Liu Zheng had their public falling out and breakup.

Zhao Zhuoran is right. Ever since watching that dramatic scene, whenever he sees it again, he always remembers Ye Huanxi asking with red eyes, "What about all those dreams you told me? Dreams that were only between the two of us? Did you tell her those dreams too?"

Looking at her father, Jin Yuanyuan, and Aunt Hong not far away, Jin Yuanyuan would think of her mother, Zhu Hongying. Standing downstairs at the two-story building of the ancient architecture team, she shouted, "I'll say it again, I will not get a divorce! You and your mistress will always be illegitimate and shameful, forever living in the shadows!"

(End of this chapter)