Chapter 49: A Man's Three Parts of Tears

Ruan Mian's eyes were filled with complete disbelief.

The sun was blazing in the sky!

How could there be a massive temperature drop?

Her eyes were filled with the message, "Are you joking with me?"

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

Ruan Mian turned her head away, feeling embarrassed.

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.

The man was instantly 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 was no longer as withered and yellow as it had been, thanks to the nourishment from her food recently.

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 much, her complexion was much better.

Being full really made a difference.

But hearing Huo Junze say the words "not dirty" in such a serious tone still made her cheeks burn for no reason.

How could he be so serious about this!!!

It made people have wild thoughts.

"It's dirty, I was just cooking pig feed! My whole body smells like it."

His head suddenly leaned closer to her, lowered, and his high-bridged nose twitched slightly.

His scorching breath sprayed against her neck.

It made Ruan Mian's body stiffen subconsciously.

He...

What on earth was he doing?

"You..."

"It smells 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 right now.

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

His palm was 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 and weak.

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

He was genuinely heartbroken.

He had clearly checked the data on plants, and they contained rich nutritional elements.

If she was still this thin, it must be because she wasn't eating properly or couldn't bear to eat them.

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

"Are you worried about not making money?" he comforted her softly, his fingertips rubbing against her wrist, "Actually, we can go with a low-volume, high-value model, reducing the quantity 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 talking about.

She could demand 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 any amount of gold in the end times.

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

Later, she had luckily awakened a plant-based ability, which was why she hadn't starved to death in the apocalypse.

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

After coming to this world, she hadn't been smug about having plants that didn't exist anywhere else in the Interstellar.

Although the price she set was much, much higher 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 dying was fine, and living was also fine.

It was also possible that because they lived for too long, the only thing left in life seemed to be a long, drawn-out lifespan.

"Alright, as long as Ruan is happy, that is 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; it had been so long since she had heard anyone call her that way.

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 was someone who couldn't withstand temptation!

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

"I thought we were friends."

With a bitter smile, his features softened, and his raven-black eyelashes drooped, concealing 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 care.

In an instant, Ruan Mian's heart was struck 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 daily pressure must be immense. People say the business world is like a battlefield, so 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, and so many employees rely on him for their livelihood; every step he takes must be careful, careful, and even more careful.

His defenses against outsiders must also be very high.

Isn't there a saying: to wear the crown, one must bear its weight.

Huo Junze must be under a lot of pressure!

Thinking this, the look Ruan Mian gave him was 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 in return, shaking it slightly, "Hello, Huo Junze, my name is Ruan Mian; from now on, we are friends!"

Suddenly, he looked up, meeting the gaze of the bright-smiling girl, and he also curled the corners of his lips.

"Hello, Ruan!"

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

Ah, there is another saying: a man's three parts of tears can act until you shed your own.

Suddenly, the sky outside turned overcast all at once.

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

A flake of ice fell.

"Goodness, how did it suddenly start snowing!"