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Chapter 30 is very unusual.
Jiang Yun looked into the open lunchbox; the braised pork sauce inside was crystal clear, with alternating layers of fat and lean meat, showing that it had taken a lot of effort to prepare.

"I've already eaten," Jiang Yun said, taking the chopsticks Jiang Gui'er offered. "I'll give you face."

Jiang Guier smiled sweetly, holding the lunchbox obediently. "Thank you for gracing me with your presence. Please try it and see if it's delicious."

Jiang Yun picked up a piece of braised pork, tilted her head slightly, and took a small bite.

The meat was stewed until tender, and the sauce was just the right balance of sweet and salty. She chewed slowly and suddenly said, "Your braised pork is so tender. Your grandma loves this kind of thing."

Jiang Guier didn't reply; she felt a little guilty.

She pushed the lunchbox towards Jiang Yun, who picked up another piece. The tip of her chopsticks poked at the trembling skin of the meat, and it broke easily with a little force. "Are you still angry with your grandma? You're still young and don't think things through enough."

"Mom, please don't scold me anymore. I'm already very sad. Ever since I learned about the rift between my great-grandmother and maternal grandmother, it's been so complicated. It's caused by human nature, the social environment, and the heavy historical events..."

Jiang Guier pouted, her voice growing softer and softer, the last syllable tinged with grievance, while her eyes kept glancing at Jiang Yun, watching her reaction.

Jiang Yun ate slowly, "I suggest you say this to your grandmother; I believe it will have an effect."

"Mom~~" Jiang Guier pretended to be aggrieved and acted coquettishly, dragging out the last syllable.

Jiang Yun picked up a tissue and wiped her lips. The bright red Dior 999 lipstick was wiped away, revealing a light spring-like color. Paired with her clothes, it softened the lines of her profile, making her overall temperament appear more gentle.

"Guiyuan, you're not young anymore, it's time to grow up. The first lesson of adulthood is to take responsibility for your actions."

Today, Jiang Yun's words were still incisive, but not as confrontational as before, which calmed Jiang Guier's tense emotions considerably.

She was indeed somewhat lost at this moment, feeling both blind and hesitant, but she never gave up.

"I...I know." Jiang Guier spoke hesitantly, gently placing the lunchbox she had been holding onto the table. Her pale fingertips were slightly red from being pressed against the lunchbox for so long. After a while, she said in a muffled voice, "Then I...will go tomorrow?"

His voice was uncertain, his eyes were expectant, and his lips were slightly pursed due to nervousness.

Jiang Yun smiled and tapped her fingers lightly on the table. "The braised pork is quite good."

"hey-hey……"

"However, it depends on whether you dare to go up and do it for your grandmother." Jiang Yun immediately saw through Jiang Gui'er's little scheme.

“What’s there to be afraid of!” Jiang Gui’er raised her head.

“Mom, didn’t you just say that the first lesson for adults is to be responsible for their own actions? I will handle this well. As for studying abroad, please don’t interfere anymore; I won’t go.” She glanced at Jiang Yun’s face and added, “Maybe in the future, but definitely not now.”

Jiang Yun paused for a moment, then said, "I respect you, and you must respect me in return."

Jiang Guier nodded, about to say something, but before she could speak...

Jiang Yun waved her hand and said, "Alright, stop getting in my way and go. You've already wasted a lot of my time."

Instead of getting angry at being rushed, Jiang Guier smiled and pushed the lunchbox containing braised pork away, saying, "Mom still has more than half left. Eat it later when you're tired from work."

It's even hotter than freshly cooked braised pork.

Seeing Jiang Guier stand up, her personal assistant, who was standing not far away, quickly came to greet her. "No need to see me off, I can go straight downstairs." Jiang Guier still wasn't used to her mother's assistants, except for the familiar face of her secretary.

She drove home.

"Ding." She tossed the key into the entryway, the metal key making a crisp, pleasant sound as it struck the custom-made stone slab.

"Lin Xiaowan...you..." Before she could finish speaking, she suddenly stopped at the living room doorway, her eyes wide open.

If she hadn't been sure this was her home, she would have thought she'd gone to the wrong place.

Lin Wan was lounging on the sofa, wearing a loose silk champagne-colored bathrobe. The neckline had slipped down to her shoulders, revealing half of her fair collarbone. The hem of the bathrobe was casually piled up on the edge of the sofa, not even covering her ankles. Her toes, painted with pearlescent pink nail polish, were gently curling up with the vibration of the beauty device.

Her face was covered with a green mud mask, revealing only a pair of half-closed eyes. When she saw Jiang Guier, she lazily lifted her eyelids, and her voice came through from under the mud mask, muffled and nonchalant: "You're back? You made quite a commotion, almost shaking my beauty device off."

"No, sister, you're possessed by a ghost!" Jiang Guier was speechless. She had only been out for a short time and her appearance had changed.

"Also, where did you get this bathrobe? I don't remember buying one."

"I bought it last Christmas, and it's been sitting in the closet in the guest room ever since." Lin Wan's hands never stopped working on the beauty device. She wiggled her foot at Jiang Guier and said, "Put some body lotion on me."

"I refuse!" she said, and started to sit on the sofa.

"Don't put your clothes on top of me," Lin Wan reminded him in a sweet voice, her tone nonchalant, as she pointed to the other side of the sofa.

Jiang Guier followed her gaze and saw the Chanel suit she had worn when she arrived on the sofa, now neatly and tidily arranged.

Speechless is her native language today.

"You're making such a fuss. If you keep buying clothes like this, you might as well not buy any at all." She retorted, but as she sat down, her body honestly avoided the edge of the clothes.

Lin Wan had been looking Jiang Guier up and down ever since she returned. She noticed several sweat stains on Jiang Guier's clothes and pursed her lips. "You went out for a bit, and now you look like you just rolled around in the market?"

"Heh, I didn't see you this concerned when I fell into the river that day." Jiang Guier rolled her eyes. "You even complain about the sweat stains and wrinkles on your clothes. You might as well stop buying clothes and just make them from cardboard."

"Haha." Lin Wan let out a startled sound from under the mud film, her voice tinged with mockery. "Oh! Wearing the thorny little rose today."

"Speak to me more seriously." Jiang Guier didn't understand why the person had changed so much after just leaving the house.

Did something happen that she doesn't know about?
"serious?"

Lin Wan raised her hand to turn off the beauty device, then sank deeper into the sofa, the wrinkles of her bathrobe bunching up like a withered flower.

She stretched her arms and stood up, her bathrobe draped straight down with her movement. "Sit down and rest for a while. After I wash my face, I might have a good show for you."

Good show?

Jiang Guier sensed a hint of murderous intent.

(End of this chapter)