Chapter Thirty-Four: The Most Important Person

The system nodded eagerly—wasn’t this our original goal? That’s why we studied the “Green Tea Essential Handbook,” after all. “Go, Jiujiu, you can do it!”

Everything finally settled into peace. The girl returned to her gentle, harmless demeanor, and she was quite satisfied with this. Raising her hand, she examined the agate bracelet on her wrist, admired it for a moment, then closed her eyes to rest.

Her sleep was deep and sweet, lasting until dawn. She looked around, but did not see Mu Tingye, and couldn’t help wondering: Why didn’t he come to see me this morning?

She lazily stretched, feeling refreshed. She could clearly tell her cold was gone, and she was even hungry.

She didn’t bother to call Aunt He upstairs, but headed alone to the bathroom for a shower. After days in bed, sweating profusely, she felt sticky and unpleasant—a fairy could never endure that.

When she finished and came out, Aunt He had just arrived in the bedroom. Seeing her emerge wearing the gentleman’s shirt, freshly bathed, Aunt He grew anxious. “My lady, how could you bathe while ill? And wear so little—what if you catch a chill?”

The girl smiled gently, took her hand, and shook it slightly. “Aunt He, I’m fine now. I just felt sticky and uncomfortable, so I took a shower. I think my cold is gone—I’m even hungry. Please don’t worry~”

Her voice was soft and sweet as honey, and when she acted spoiled with Aunt He, it melted the older woman’s heart.

“That’s good. Are you going downstairs for breakfast?”

“Yes, I am. Could you fetch some clothes from my room for me? I still don’t know where my room is...” She spoke and lowered her head in embarrassment.

Aunt He couldn’t stand to let the girl feel unhappy and quickly replied, “Miss, I already know where your room is, and your clothes arrived too. I’ve sorted everything for you—I’ll get them now.”

The girl gave her a grateful smile. “Thank you, Aunt He.”

Aunt He said nothing more, worried the girl might catch cold, and hurried off to fetch the clothes.

The girl sat lazily and waited, breathing in the fresh air, gazing at the blue sky, white clouds, and birds flying past the window.

A cool breeze swept through, relaxing her entire body—everything felt so beautiful.

A knock sounded at the door, and from the voice it was clearly a woman.

“Come in,” she called.

The door opened—it was indeed Aunt He. “Miss, I’m back. I wasn’t sure what you liked or if you might be cold, so I brought a hoodie and jeans, as well as some undergarments. Is that alright?”

How thoughtful!

Aunt He truly cared for her, and the girl could clearly sense her kindness.

“Thank you, Aunt He. That’s exactly what I wanted.” She smiled, dimples flickering at the corners of her lips.

For those she liked, and for people who treated her well, the girl never withheld her smile. After all, they were lovely people, deserving of angelic smiles.

“Alright then, I’ll leave you to get dressed and go prepare breakfast. Oh, by the way, the gentleman hasn’t eaten yet.” Aunt He suddenly remembered something, casually mentioning Mu Tingye as she glanced at the girl.

As expected, the girl responded, “Uncle Tingye? He hasn’t gone to work yet?”

It’s already eight o’clock—why hasn’t Mu Tingye left for work? Is he really so idle?

The system rolled its eyes. “He’s definitely worried about you.”

The girl was speechless. “If he’s worried, why not visit me this morning? He saw me yesterday—does that mean today he doesn’t need to?”

The system didn’t know how to reply, but Aunt He picked up the thread.

“The gentleman hasn’t left yet, seems he’s on the phone,” she murmured quietly, “but he’s never been this late before—usually he leaves around six…”

The words seemed to hint at something, yet perhaps not. But her furtive glance revealed everything: Aunt He was deliberately saying this in front of her. But why?

Well, there was no malice, so it didn’t matter—at least she got some news about Mu Tingye.

“Alright, I understand. Thank you, you go ahead, I’ll be down soon.”

“Of course.”

Aunt He worried to herself—her hint had been obvious enough, surely the girl sensed something. The gentleman was delaying his departure for her sake, even an old aunt like herself could see that.

Well, things would have to progress slowly; she had a big task ahead! She hurried downstairs to prepare breakfast.

The couple she shipped needed breakfast, after all.

After Aunt He left, the girl prepared to change clothes. She picked up the undergarments Aunt He had brought, a flicker of confusion crossing her mind.

Pure white, edged with a bit of lace, very pretty—but… these weren’t hers.

She tried them on tentatively, and was stunned.

The pure white lace underwear fit perfectly, matching her usual size exactly!

It completely surpassed her expectations.

So… who prepared these intimate items?

Was it Aunt He—or him?

Aunt He had only met her for the first time, and though she was a woman, she couldn’t possibly know her so well. If it was Mu Tingye, how did he know?

For the first time, the girl was genuinely perplexed, unable to figure it out.

No matter—if it was him, anything was fine.

She tied her hair into a cute bun, checked herself in the mirror, and went downstairs to find Mu Tingye.

At that moment, Mu Tingye was on the phone in the living room.

“President, sorry to disturb you, but there’s a regular meeting this morning…”

Mu Tingye’s gaze was cold, and he replied without hesitation, “You chair it.”

The assistant on the other end was stunned, unable to believe the boss had said this. He confirmed again, “I chair it?”

“Yes.”

A concise answer, but clear enough for the assistant.

He understood: once his boss made a decision, it was final—this responsibility was his alone.

“Understood, President.”

After hanging up, the assistant in the president’s office was puzzled. His boss always treated work as his life, never missing any meeting, and would always attend personally. This time, he wasn’t attending and asked the assistant to chair it—totally unlike him!

What could have happened? Was it something serious?

Mu Tingye didn’t care what his assistant thought. He only knew that the young girl was most important.

He hung up, and caught sight of a bright figure from the corner of his eye. Turning, he saw the girl in a thick hooded sweatshirt and jeans, simple attire yet impossible to look away from. Her hair was tied in a sweet, cute bun, exposing her fair forehead and slender neck—pure, innocent, radiating a sunny sweetness that made the heart flutter.

She looked a bit silly, staring at him in confusion, as if surprised he was still at home.

The coldness in Mu Tingye’s eyes faded. He beckoned her over.

Without hesitation, she shuffled over in her slippers, and called out softly, “Uncle Tingye~”