Sitting in the tall office building, Gao Ruqing was discussing the wool material issue brought back this time with Cheng Jie. The chubby man had already released news that he would publicly host the cutting and interpreting of King Wool during the Golden Week in October. The announcement of this news had made his company's momentum overwhelming, and there were reports suggesting that Gao Ruqing's failure to secure the King Wool this year foreshadowed the precarious position of the jewelry industry's leadership.

"The commotion from the chubby guy is significant; we should also host the interpretation of stone," Cheng Jie said.

"Then let's release the news and interpret the stone at the same time as him," prompted by the boss's reminder, Gao Ruqing's confidence in Plan Three grew stronger. He also wanted to know if that piece of wool would yield green.

"We don't have the King Wool, so we can only make do with other materials. When I was coming from the warehouse, Mr. Secretary was loading some materials onto the truck. What's the purpose?" There were no less than twenty pieces, and he happened to run into them, so he naturally wanted to find out.

"Those are materials someone else left in the company warehouse," Gao Ruqing said no more. Those materials belonged to Huayan, and today he planned to deliver them personally. He couldn't figure out what that girl was concerned about. Why wouldn't she interpret the stone at his company?

"This person is really strange. Since she has money to buy so many materials, why would she still want to use our company?" When buying materials in Myanmar, he deliberately avoided Cheng Jie and the others. With Gao Ruqing's assistance, Cheng Jie and Li Meier didn't know anything about Huayan's affairs. He only knew that Huayan lived in the seaside city but didn't know that the prestigious Mu Yun Ge was hers.

Gao Ruqing smiled faintly and said nothing, and Cheng Jie also understood that Gao Ruqing didn't intend to reveal who that person was, so he changed the subject.

Huayan was coming out of the supermarket with her father, carrying bags of groceries, mostly ingredients for cooking, such as fish, shrimp, crab, vegetables, seaweed, carrots, beef, lamb, pork tenderloin, and so on.

"Dad, you've bought so many things that we can't possibly finish..." Huayan tried to take the heavy shopping bags from her father, but he dodged.

"If we can't finish them, we can put them in the fridge. Look at how thin you've become after leaving for just a few days, like a monkey, and you've tanned quite a bit too. You need to replenish your nutrition properly!" Huayan's father spoke with conviction, adopting a posture of righteousness, which moved and left Huayan speechless.

"But the fridge can't fit so many things?"

Huayan's father smiled proudly and said, "Auntie Chang is already arranging for people to install refrigerators for the guests, so storage won't be a problem."

"Dad, you're really forward-thinking. But aren't you worried that the vegetables won't stay fresh?"

At this point, Huayan's father stopped and lamented, "I only thought about getting you lots of good food. Once inside the supermarket, I just kept putting things into the cart and didn't think about anything else..."

Hearing her father's words, Huayan could only facepalm once again, but what she wanted to say now was, "Dad, don't be disheartened. My stomach has been craving your cooking since I was in Myanmar. I'm ready to feast, so Dad, you'll have to be in the kitchen often."

Huayan's words immediately brought a smile to her father's face. "I promise to make little Yan happy with the food. But Mrs. Chang will probably complain again that I've taken over her job."

Basking in the warm sunlight streaming into the room, Huayan's father cooked while Huayan and Mrs. Chang assisted, and the three of them enjoyed themselves immensely.

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Huayan slowly savored a piece of sweet and sour pork tenderloin with a vibrant red color. Its crispy exterior and tender interior made her unable to resist taking another bite.

"Dad, your cooking skills are getting better and better."

"If it's delicious, then eat more," her father indulgently replied with a smile.

"Miss, the steamed fish that Master Lao also made is very authentic," Mrs. Chang said as she used a pair of communal chopsticks to pick out a small portion for Huayan. Ever since she arrived in the seaside city, Mrs. Chang had been dining with Huayan and her father. Now Mrs. Chang was an indispensable member of the family. Initially hesitant, Mrs. Chang gradually accepted her new role.

"Mrs. Chang, don't just focus on me; you should eat too. Your stomach has never been good, so be careful not to eat cold food that might cause stomachaches." Always attentive, Mrs. Chang took care of herself and Huayan's father's daily needs like a family member. She genuinely cared for the kind old man. Huayan resumed eating only after seeing Mrs. Chang start to eat.

"Yan, when do you plan to start your Taekwondo classes?" Although her father felt sorry for her enduring hardships, he also agreed with her desire to learn self-defense.

"Mr. Gao's bodyguard recommended a place called 'Wu Wu Guan' to me. I'll start classes during the Golden Week in October."

After lunch and entertaining several waves of guests, Huayan couldn't resist any longer and went upstairs to take her afternoon nap, leaving Mrs. Chang and her father to look after things downstairs.

When Gao Ruqing personally delivered the wool material, Huayan had just woken up. She placed the material in the basement, which the previous owner had decorated neatly and spaciously. The soft lighting gave the illusion of sunlight streaming in. It was a suitable place to store the wool material or the jadeite once it was cut and polished.

Sitting by the floor-to-ceiling window, Gao Ruqing and Huayan drank Da Hong Pao tea. Gao Ruqing asked, "Who do you plan to have help you interpret the stone?"

"I haven't decided yet," Huayan replied, sensing that Gao Ruqing's question was not malicious.

"Why not let my people help you interpret the stone?" Gao Ruqing was curious about her thoughts.

"While it would be good for you to interpret the stone in my personal capacity, I am also considered a businesswoman. Would you as a businessman want others to know your trade secrets?" Huayan sipped her tea calmly, smiling faintly at Gao Ruqing.

After a few seconds of silence, Gao Ruqing burst into laughter. "You're right, Yan, very good. You handle things calmly and keep your public and private lives separate."

"Thank you for the compliment," Huayan replied, knowing that Gao Ruqing could be very generous at times, so she smiled mischievously.

"But if you need help in the future, just ask."

"Of course."

After seeing off Gao Ruqing, Huayan's father pulled her aside in the first-floor lounge and asked, "Yan, does Mr. Gao still want to recruit you into his company?"

"He did before, but now he just feels that we don't have any conflicts of interest, and our relationship is more like old friends."

"I can understand his thinking. After all, I've treated young people like him in the past. If you're not going to ask Mr. Gao for help in interpreting the stone, then who will you ask?"

"Do you still remember that small shop on the outskirts of the antique and jade street where we bought wool material before?" Huayan, unconcerned, happily explained to her father.

"You mean the shop where we bought wool material?"

"Yes, although the old man there is a bit eccentric, his gaze is free of desire, like a reincarnated high monk. He has good stone interpreting skills and doesn't talk too much."

After discussing the matter, the father and daughter decided. The next day, Mrs. Chang looked after the shop while Huayan's father and Huayan headed straight to the antique and jade street. Upon meeting the eccentric shop owner again, instead of kicking them out, he invited them into the back room for tea and a discussion. When he learned that Huayan needed a place, tools, and people to interpret the stone, the old man immediately agreed but charged a hefty fee. He demanded fifty thousand for each piece of wool material, whether it yielded jade or not. Although her father thought it was too expensive, Huayan agreed without hesitation. Not only was she confident that her wool material would yield top-grade jadeite, but also because the old man, with his lack of desires and tight lips, was not easy to find.

Back home, Huayan's father had a nagging feeling that things had gone too smoothly. Huayan, however, had no such concerns. Utilizing her perceptiveness, she effortlessly sensed that the old man's mood remained unchanged upon hearing that she needed stone interpreting services again.

That evening, a middle-aged man with gray hair and a casual silk shirt, accompanied by a burly man in casual attire, got out of a car with the license plate "Military TXX." The burly man, like a nocturnal leopard, observed their surroundings. Eventually, the two men entered the eccentric old man's wool material shop through the back door and didn't leave until midnight.