Chapter 196: Are You Trying to Exhaust Yourself?

A lucky star?

Tears welled up in the corners of Cheng Wan's eyes.

From childhood to adulthood, the thing she heard most was others calling her a jinx.

For the first time, someone said she was a lucky star.

At this moment, her heart was filled with emotion.

Old Master Cheng knew that Cheng Wan had suffered a great deal, so she pulled out a tissue to wipe away her tears, hugged her gently, and patted her back.

"Wanwan, from now on, Grandma will cherish you; no one will be allowed to bully you again."

"Thank you, Grandma."

Cheng Wan's eyes were brimming with hot tears.

"As for your studio, Grandma will send people to manage it for you, and I have already found a production line for you as well; you just need to focus on doing what you love."

"I..." Cheng Wan was so grateful she couldn't speak.

She took a deep, sharp breath; saying words of gratitude now felt too superficial.

"If the company wants to expand into the perfume sector, I can help."

This was something within Cheng Wan's power to do.

Old Master Cheng, however, shook her head, "Your studio is doing quite well, let's just leave it at that."

She knew Cheng Wan loved perfumery.

How fortunate it is to be able to freely do the work one loves; if it were tied to profit, it would become a shackle, and Old Master Cheng did not want to shackle Cheng Wan.

Her granddaughter should be free and easy, doing whatever she wants.

Cheng Wan could only be silently grateful, while simultaneously deciding to blend a special perfume for the old lady.

Just as the family was enjoying their time together, the Second Madam Cheng and Cheng Mingzhu arrived.

Hearing that laughter, the Second Madam immediately darkened her expression; with Cheng Huade's life or death currently unknown, they were actually having such a good time—she feared they were wishing for her old Cheng to meet with misfortune sooner.

She whispered to Cheng Mingzhu, "Look at them, your father is currently missing, and not only are they not sad, they are laughing so happily at a wild seed, completely disregarding us."

Cheng Mingzhu was thinking about something and didn't respond to her words.

The Second Madam was furious; this stepdaughter was also unreliable.

She angrily went to the living room and sat far away on the other sofa, her expression ugly.

Old Master Cheng ignored her and only beckoned for Cheng Mingzhu to come over.

There were only two girls in the family, and she was fond of both of them.

Cheng Mingzhu sat obediently beside the old lady, "Grandma."

Old Master Cheng placed Cheng Wan's hand and Cheng Mingzhu's hand together and instructed gently, "This is your sister Cheng Wan; you must get along well in the future."

Cheng Mingzhu's expression was somewhat complex; she had never expected that one day Cheng Wan would become her sister.

She nodded lightly, "Okay, Grandma."

"Mingzhu." Cheng Wan took the initiative to greet Cheng Mingzhu.

Her relationship with Cheng Mingzhu could not be called very good now, but it was no longer as hostile as before.

Old Master Cheng was very satisfied.

She nudged them, "I had people prepare tea and snacks in the Garden; you two can go take a look, and I'll call you when it's time for dinner."

She wanted Cheng Wan and Cheng Mingzhu to interact more and build their bond.

Cheng Wan stood up proactively, "Mingzhu, let's go."

Cheng Mingzhu had someone bring out a coat for Cheng Wan before they headed to the Garden.

Old Master Cheng watched this, a smile rising at the corners of her mouth.

Only the Second Madam's eyes were filled with gloom.

In the Garden, Cheng Wan found a spot to sit at random, and Cheng Mingzhu sat on the other side; her expression was much more haggard.

She had always been unable to keep things to herself, and after sitting down, she immediately spoke, "Did my dad really do those things?"

Cheng Wan looked at the autumn chrysanthemums blooming enthusiastically not far away and said softly, "You must have already checked."

Otherwise, she wouldn't be asking like this, but would have directly caused a scene like the Second Madam.

She had become much more sensible.

Cheng Mingzhu had indeed been unwilling to believe it at first, so she had asked someone to investigate, and the result was something she couldn't accept.

Her father was truly the murderer who caused the death of her uncle and aunt.

"Dad must have had some hidden reason." Cheng Mingzhu subconsciously defended him.

"No matter the reason, it is not an excuse for murder." Cheng Wan sighed; she knew Cheng Mingzhu wasn't saying such things on purpose, she just couldn't accept it yet.

Cheng Mingzhu covered her eyes, tears falling in streams; she still remembered when she was little, her uncle and aunt cherished her very much, always buying her pretty little dresses and loving her like their own daughter.

Mom said that was because the eldest sister had gone missing, so the uncle and aunt gave all their love to her.

Cheng Mingzhu was incomparably sad, "I have let down my uncle and aunt."

"Mingzhu, this is not your fault." Cheng Wan would not blame Cheng Mingzhu for what Cheng Huade had done.

She knew nothing.

Moreover, she had already lost her father.

The two talked for quite a while, and by the time they ate dinner, Cheng Mingzhu's mood had improved a lot.

At the dining table, the only one in a bad mood was the Second Madam.

She appeared exceptionally gloomy.

After dinner, the old lady asked Cheng Mingzhu to stay the night, but Cheng Mingzhu looked at the Second Madam and left with her after all.

The old lady sighed, "Although Mingzhu is a bit spoiled, her nature is not bad; she is afraid the Second Madam is sad and wants to go back to keep her company."

The Third Madam Cheng said gently, "Poor Mingzhu."

Outside in the car.

As soon as the Second Madam got into the car, she began to mock Cheng Mingzhu, "Your father was killed by them; it's one thing that you don't think about seeking justice for your father, but you're even beaming with joy—are you worthy of him?"

Cheng Mingzhu said indifferently, "I have checked; the deaths of Uncle and the others are indeed related to Father."

The Second Madam's expression turned ferocious, "Even if they are related, it should be the police investigating; is it their place to force your father to his death? Cheng Mingzhu, I see that in your heart, you don't care about your father's life or death at all."

"I don't."

"You don't? You think I don't know what you and that Cheng Wan were talking about outside for so long?"

"I..."

The Second Madam said viciously, "Your father caused the deaths of her and Cheng Han's parents. In the future, when Cheng Han is in charge, do you really think he will treat you like a younger sister? They will only see you as an enemy."

The last sentence was delivered with particular emphasis.

Cheng Mingzhu's heart trembled; she turned her head to look out the window and said nothing more.

An enemy?

The grievances of parents are mostly like this.

The more the Second Madam thought about it, the angrier she became; she had assumed Cheng Mingzhu would stand on her side, but as soon as she went over, she was bought off by the old woman and Cheng Wan—what a waste.

Chu Group.

Assistant Wu handed a document to Chu Li and said cautiously, "Madam has transferred all the perfume materials; her meaning is that the production line will no longer be used in the future."

Chu Li did not look up, only the hand holding the pen exerted extra force.

She is trying to draw a complete line between herself and him.

"Hand it all over to Fangfei to handle," Chu Li instructed.

Assistant Wu noted it down, but as he left, he couldn't help but advise, "You haven't had a proper rest for several days..."

"Get out," Chu Li's tone was very hard.

Assistant Wu hurried out and met Old Master Chu at the door, quickly saying, "You must properly persuade President Chu; with such high-intensity work, his body won't be able to take it."

Old Master Chu frowned as he entered the office.

Chu Li did not even look up, "Is there anything else?"

Old Master Chu struck his cane hard against the floor, "Are you planning to work yourself to death here?"