Chapter 150 - So That's How It Is
Su Ming had left things unsaid.
“You'll understand once you've had a taste,” he hinted.
“Just don't call me after you figure out what it's for,” he warned with a smirk. “Enjoy it at your leisure.”
With that, he departed, leaving the two elders frozen in the hallway.
No longer vying for the upper hand, they exchanged a glance, each pondering the same question: What was the purpose of this item? Yet, they knew anything from Mr. Su was bound to be extraordinary.
Unable to contain himself, Wang Guohui declared, “Let's call it a day on our little contest. I've got other matters to attend to. Farewell.”
“Wang, we'll pick this up tomorrow,” came the reply.
Driven by insatiable curiosity, the two hastened home to discover the use of their mysterious acquisition.
From his doorway, Su Ming watched the pair scurry away, confident they'd be singing his praises once they'd sampled the item. He had long noticed their declining health.
President Chen and Wang Guohui raced home, with President Chen's wife, still the picture of grace and elegance in her forties, awaiting them.
“Old man, why on earth did you bring home fennel?” Mrs. Chen asked, taken aback. In nearly thirty years of marriage, he'd never once shopped for groceries.
President Chen offered a knowing smile. “You're in for a treat. This is from Mr. Su. He insisted we eat it promptly, claiming it works wonders.”
Her interest piqued, Mrs. Chen was visibly startled. She had once taken a tiny sip of a potion Su Ming had given her husband, and to her amazement, her chronic rheumatism had vanished. Her esteem for Su Ming was every bit as profound as her husband's.
Unable to wait, Mrs. Chen took to the kitchen. She washed the fennel and stir-fried a modest serving, careful to add just a touch of oil and salt, fearing she might diminish its potency.
The couple exchanged a tentative look, then cautiously sampled a piece. No immediate effect.
But then, a shared glance. They sensed a subtle change in their bodies, a faint stirring in a place long forgotten.
President Chen's eyes bulged in astonishment.
It had been years since he'd experienced such a sensation.
“This truly is a miraculous gift from Mr. Su—it's nothing short of magical.”
In that moment, President Chen was profoundly grateful for his past decision to align himself with Su Ming. It had brought only benefits and not a single downside.
A mere casual gift from Su Ming had brought him immeasurable rewards.
President Chen even felt as though he had regained the vitality of his youth!
Mrs. Chen blinked in surprise.
Truth be told, after years of marriage and since hitting their thirties, the occasions they shared a bed had dwindled to a rare few.
But now, President Chen was brimming with vigor.
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Wang Guohui returned to his company.
His actual home was in the capital, not here.
Old Wang's wife had died a few years prior.
He had remained single due to his dedication to work, and with his children grown, he found solitude to be quite agreeable.
Yet, after consuming the fennel, he was utterly astounded by the transformation in his body.
He was acutely aware of the changes within himself.
Wang Guohui licked his lips, and just then, his secretary approached. She was taken aback to see Wang Guohui had cooked a dish himself.
He had prepared it right in the company cafeteria, to the astonishment of everyone present. The man running the cafeteria was particularly shaken, fearing that Wang's actions were a critique of the cafeteria's offerings.
In truth, despite the manager's minor skimming, the food quality wasn't poor.
But having done misdeeds, he couldn't help but feel fearful!
Little did Wang Guohui realize that his simple act would transform the cafeteria's culture!
“Do you need something from me?”
Wang Guohui glanced at his secretary before inquiring.
Despite her being an attractive woman, Wang Guohui was far from a lascivious man, especially considering that his secretary was married with children.
“Chairman, the chairman of Cloudsea Navigation Company called just now. He's invited you to unwind with him this evening.”
Wang Guohui was always swamped with work, and he typically wouldn't accept such invitations. However, the chairman of Cloudsea Navigation Company was a man of considerable standing.
Wang Guohui would usually respond courteously, explaining that his work schedule was packed and he couldn't spare the time to attend.
“Where's the event?” Wang Guohui inquired.
“The Green Cloud Club,” replied the secretary, momentarily taken aback.
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