Chapter 119: A Man's Tears of Three Parts

Ruan Mian's eyes were filled with complete disbelief.

The sun was scorching in the sky, after all!

How could there be a massive temperature drop?

Her eyes were filled with the expression, "Are you kidding me?"

A smile appeared in Huo Junze's eyes, and he reached out to ruffle her hair.

Ruan Mian turned her head away in embarrassment.

She had been too tired yesterday to wash her hair, and after finishing breakfast this morning, she was covered in the smell of cooking fumes.

It felt very awkward.

What if he got grease all over his hand from touching it?

That would truly be enough to make her toes curl in embarrassment.

Unexpectedly, a flash of hurt crossed Huo Junze's gaze.

"You..."

"My hair is so dirty, don't touch it."

So that was it.

Someone was suddenly happy.

"It's not, it's not dirty at all."

Mo Mishu: Boss, what happened to your mysophobia?

It had to be said that her hair, nourished by her food recently, was no longer as withered and yellow as before.

Although it was still quite yellow, it clearly had a bit of luster now.

It was no longer like bean sprouts.

Although the flesh on her body hadn't grown significantly, her complexion was much better.

Being full really makes a difference.

But when Huo Junze said the words "not dirty" in such a serious tone, it still made her cheeks burn for no reason.

How could he be so serious about it!!!

It made one's mind wander.

"It's dirty, I was just cooking pig feed! I smell like it all over."

His head suddenly leaned closer to her, lowering, his high-bridged nose twitching slightly.

His hot breath sprayed against her neck.

It made Ruan Mian's body stiffen subconsciously.

He...

What on earth was he doing?

"You..."

"You smell good."

Boom—it was as if something had exploded in her head.

All of Ruan Mian's words were stuck in her throat; she couldn't speak, and she didn't know how to move her hands or feet.

"N-nonsense, I'm going to feed the pigs."

Escaping was the only method she could think of at the moment.

But just as she turned to brush past him, her wrist, which was hanging at her side, was gripped.

His palms were terrifyingly soft.

"I'll go, you get some rest."

The moment he gripped her wrist, a flash of pity crossed Huo Junze's eyes.

She was truly pitifully thin.

"Have you not been eating properly? How did you get this thin?"

He was genuinely heartbroken.

He had clearly checked that the plants contained rich nutritional elements.

For her to still be this thin, she must not have been eating properly or was reluctant to eat.

He couldn't help but sigh, his tone softening a lot.

"Are you worried about not making money?" he comforted her softly, his fingertips rubbing against her wrist, "Actually, we can go with a 'small quantity, rare' model, reducing the portion size to increase the unit price."

His tone carried a hint of pride, "After all, what you have in your hands is the only plant in the entire Interstellar!"

Ruan Mian naturally knew what he was saying.

She could ask for an exorbitant price, or even take out a plant at any time for a high-priced auction.

Perhaps she could fetch a high price she couldn't even imagine.

Everything she wanted was within reach.

But perhaps it was her experience in the apocalypse that made food, which seemed so ordinary in the modern world, something that couldn't be bought for all the gold in the world during the end times.

How many people had starved to death, how many people couldn't even get a single bite of food.

Later, she was lucky enough to awaken a plant-based ability, which was why she didn't starve to death in the apocalypse.

She was even able to support quite a few people with this ability.

After coming to this world, she had never felt smug about having plants that didn't exist anywhere else in the entire Interstellar.

Although the price she set was much, much more expensive than before the apocalypse, the cost of living here was also high!

And besides, everyone actually had Nutrient Solution to eat.

She just wanted to earn a little bit of money, that's all!

"I think this is just fine. It makes me very happy as a cook that the food I make is liked by everyone, and I don't make that much in quantity, so I earn quite a lot of money too!"

One could feel that she was a girl who was very, very easily satisfied.

She didn't know how to put it, but at the very least, such a straightforward version of her was something Huo Junze rarely encountered in his world.

The people of the Interstellar brought him more of a sense of listlessness.

It was as if it didn't matter if they lived or died.

It might also be because they had lived too long, and it seemed the only thing left in life was a long, long lifespan.

"Alright, as long as Ruan is happy, that's all that matters."

Here it comes again.

Ruan Mian didn't expect Huo Junze to call her Ruan again.

Such a form of address was truly a bit too intimate.

A long, long time ago, only her good friend had called her that; she hadn't heard anyone call her that in so long.

And it was coming from a man with such a handsome face, too.

This was simply challenging her psychological defenses over and over again!

She couldn't withstand such temptation!

She pursed her lips, and her slightly nervous appearance made Huo Junze tilt his head, his brows furrowing slightly, "Is it not allowed for me to call you that?"

"I thought we were friends."

With a bitter smile, his brows and eyes softened, and his crow-black lashes drooped, veiling the colors in his eyes and shrouding him in a layer of loneliness.

"I have almost no friends."

The crying child gets the candy.

The man who shows weakness gets the sympathy.

Ruan Mian's heart was struck in an instant by his appearance.

What to do, he looks truly so pitiful!!!!

He is the president of the Huo Group, managing such a large company; his pressure every day must be immense, and as they say, the business world is like a battlefield—he must be brainstorming every day, guarding against many things, and his worries must be heavier than the average person's.

After all, he carries such a large company on his shoulders, with so many employees relying on him for their livelihood; every step must be taken with extreme, extreme caution.

His guard against outsiders must also be very high.

Isn't there that saying, "To wear the crown, one must bear its weight"?

Huo Junze must be under a lot of pressure!

Thinking this, Ruan Mian's gaze toward him became filled with deep sympathy and pity.

Actually, he has it quite hard too.

Perhaps such an environment makes it almost impossible for him to have friends!

Ruan Mian made a very bold decision.

She reached out and gripped his palm, shaking it slightly, "Hello, Huo Junze, my name is Ruan Mian; from now on, we are friends!"

Suddenly, he looked up, meeting the bright smile of the young girl, and he also curled his lips.

"Hello, Ruan!"

A flicker of small triumph crossed his eyes, too fast for anyone to catch.

Ah, there is another saying: a man's tears, acted out until you shed your own.

Suddenly, the sky outside turned gloomy all at once.

A burst of bone-chilling cold swept in, catching Ruan Mian off guard; if not for the heavy coat she was wearing, she would likely have frozen miserably.

A flake of cold fell.

"Good heavens, how did it suddenly start snowing!"