After leaving my father and keeping my son, I built my own wealthy family, and my ex-husband's

He Ya decided to go find Ming Yun immediately and get to the bottom of things.

Since the cooking methods, raw materials, and even the kitchen and tools are the same, then it must be her so-called secret recipe and seasoning that is the key to relieving Bai Fengqin's headaches!

She didn't have time to rest and rushed to Mingyun's workplace.

The staff at the cosmetic surgery hospital were immediately suspicious when they saw He Ya appear.

But they still greeted them with smiles.

"Mrs. Qin, you've arrived. Are you here to work on another project?"

They knew that He Ya preferred to be called Mrs. Qin, so they stopped calling her Miss He.

He Ya raised her chin and said, "Where's Mingyun? Tell her to come see me."

After saying that, she turned and went to the VIP reception room.

The staff member rolled their eyes at her retreating figure.

He Ya waited in the VIP reception room for quite a while, but Ming Yun didn't come over, so she shouted loudly, "Where is she?!"

A moment later, a receptionist came in with coffee.

"Mrs. Qin, please enjoy your coffee."

"Where's Mingyun? Didn't I tell her to come see me? Why hasn't she arrived yet!"

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Qin, Sister Yun is busy right now. If you want to see her, you can make an appointment first."

"An appointment? You need an appointment to see her?!"

He Ya ripped off her sunglasses and glared at me, saying, "A little assistant like you, putting on airs?"

The receptionist said, "She's not just an ordinary assistant anymore; Sister Yun is now the dean's assistant."

"Ha!" He Ya's eyes showed disdain. "She's still an assistant? Hurry up and call her over."

The receptionist said, "Mrs. Qin, please make an appointment first."

He Ya was getting impatient, but she had no other choice. "Fine, fine, I'll make an appointment now, okay?"

"Okay, please wait here. I'll let you know when it's your turn."

The staff member then left.

He Ya waited for more than two hours.

Finally, the receptionist told her that she could see him.

Led by the receptionist, she went upstairs and entered Mingyun's office.

"Wow, you're doing pretty well, now you even have such a big private office." He Ya mocked as she entered the room.

Mingyun sat at her desk, not even lifting her eyelids. "Miss He, is there something you need?"

"I'm asking you," He Ya approached and cut to the chase, "what seasonings did you add to the food you cooked for my mother-in-law?"

Upon hearing this, Mingyun understood what was going on.

It must be that Bai Fengqin's headache has started acting up again.

She didn't try to be mysterious and said directly, "It's not some kind of seasoning. It's a medicinal powder that I made myself using dozens of Chinese herbs, specially for Bai Fengqin to make medicinal meals."

Hearing this, He Ya's eyes lit up. "So, the reason her headaches haven't flared up for so many years is because you made her medicinal meals to control them?"

Mingyun replied calmly, "It's not that I've controlled it, it's that I've been receiving treatment and conditioning. She was almost cured, but before she could be fully cured, she couldn't wait to have you become her daughter-in-law, so I can't control her anymore."

"Tell me the recipe," He Ya demanded.

Mingyun looked at her, frowned, and said, "Why should I give it to you?"

"Because I need to get medical treatment for my mother-in-law," He Ya said matter-of-factly.

Mingyun said, "If you want to treat her, then go treat her. Why are you asking me?"

He Ya braced her hands on the table, staring intently at Ming Yun. "Stop playing dumb with me. I don't want to waste my time with you. Give me the recipe, and I'll buy it, okay?"

"Name your price," Mingyun said, showing interest.

He Ya held up five fingers.

Mingyun asked, "Fifty million?"

He Ya paused for two seconds, then said disdainfully, "Are you crazy for money? Why don't you go rob a bank? I'll give you 50,000 yuan at most."

Mingyun smiled slightly and pointed to the door.

"What do you mean?" He Ya's face fell.

"I can consider 50 million, but anything less is out of the question. Goodbye." Mingyun turned her gaze back to the computer screen in front of her.

"You're dreaming!" He Ya turned and left.

Just as he stepped out of Mingyun's office, he stopped and turned back, asking, "Five hundred thousand, is that alright?"

Mingyun ignored her, as if she hadn't heard her words.

He Ya gritted her teeth. "One million! That's enough!"

Mingyun remained unresponsive.

"Fine, you're really something! If you don't want to sell, then don't! I don't care!" He Ya turned and left angrily.

A few hours later.

Just as Mingyun was about to leave work, Heya arrived again.

This time, she looked exhausted, with dark circles under her eyes that even makeup couldn't cover, and her attitude was much better.

Because she went back, Bai Fengqin's headaches kept recurring.

It really gave her a hard time.

From yesterday until now, she only slept for three or four hours in the early hours of this morning; the rest of the time she has been taking care of Bai Fengqin.

Bai Fengqin was having a terrible headache. She was nitpicking like a madwoman, which was driving her crazy.

"Mingyun... I'll give you five million to buy your formula." He Ya sat across from her at the desk, her eyes bloodshot.

As Mingyun packed her things, she said, "That's something I spent a year researching and developing."

He Ya clenched her fist, then slowly relaxed it, and raised the price: "Six million, isn't six million enough? Just... just consider it helping out, okay? Forgive me for your sake, can you really bear to watch your former mother-in-law suffer...?"

Mingyun smiled and said, "He brought it on himself. Not only am I heartless, I'm quite happy about it."

"Mingyun! Do you have any conscience at all?!" He Ya stood up angrily, pointing her finger at her nose and scolding her.

Mingyun's smile turned cold. "Don't you know whether I have a conscience or not? On the contrary, I used to be too kind-hearted, and I was bullied by heartless people like you. Stop trying to morally blackmail me. Fifty million, not a penny less. If you can't bear to part with this money or can't afford it, go ask your husband! He's spent more than that on you abroad, hasn't he? Now it's about saving his mother, I don't believe he can't even give fifty million."

"You...you're really ruthless..."

He Ya's eyes were blazing with anger.

Mingyun calmly said, "In short, are you going to give me 50 million or not? If not, I'm leaving get off work."

"Wait a minute!" He Ya said, suppressing her temper. "I'll call Pinsen."

"Okay, I'll give you ten minutes." Mingyun sat down again.

He Ya left the office and called Qin Pinsen to explain the situation.

After learning everything, Qin Pinsen agreed without hesitation.

Since he could remember, Bai Fengqin had suffered from headaches.

A mere fifty million is but a drop in the ocean compared to the money spent on treating her headaches over the past twenty years.

Moreover, Mingyun's traditional Chinese medicine formula can completely cure her illness, so this money is well worth it.

As long as it's effective, Qin Pinsen would be willing to give even 100 million, let alone 50 million.