"Waterlon juice should have the natural flavor of waterlon, just like this cup of waterlon juice delivered by the hotel. Although it tastes good, the excessive addition of sugar and colorants makes it no longer waterlon juice, and drinking too much of it is also not beneficial for the human body." Xiao Xian took the habit from the waterlon juice, grabbed a napkin, sprinkled so waterlon juice on it, a crimson patch.
Xiao Xian’s seemingly irrelevant response had, in fact, given a very clear answer.
Commissioner John felt displeased when he heard the refusal, but still adopted an utterly sincere tone to continue persuading: "I think you misunderstood. I did not develop this drug just to make money. From the perspective of human developnt, the value of developing this kind of drug is significant. It could change the current landscape of the dical field."
"I think Mr. John is the one who has misunderstood. You have learned Chinese but have not thoroughly understood the cultural essence of China. There is an ancient Chinese saying, ’What’s destined to happen will happen, and what’s not, cannot be forced.’ In this world, whether it’s humans or other creatures, they must all follow the natural laws. Besides, once you develop this kind of drug, you will target high-end clients, just like the guests in this hotel. My grandfather said, although people are born into different social classes, there’s at least one thing fair to everyone—that is facing death." For Commissioner John’s proposal, Xiao Xian instinctively felt a sense of ominousness, and from his expression, she keenly perceived that he was not simple.
Whether the factor that revived the dead Hairy Crabs was the hangover dicine or the Activator provided by Commissioner John, neither could be normally developed by humans.
Considering Mrs. Zeng was present, Xiao Xian found it inconvenient to probe the other party.
"Does Miss Zeng not consider participating in developing this drug?" John is not one to easily ask for help; people like him do not speak up unless absolutely necessary. Once he does speak, he must ensure a 100% success rate. Xiao Xian’s forthcoming response was crucial, and it strained John’s nerves.
He placed his hands on the table, body slightly leaning forward.
In his mind, awareness muddled, Xiao Xian beca alert. She forcefully pushed the cup filled with a good amount of waterlon juice onto the table, the tablecloth corners flew up, and a burst of warmth arose in the tea room, which was air-conditioned.
That burst of heat directly hit John’s face as he focusedly held his breath.
The coffee cup in his hand tilted slightly, splashing a few drops of coffee. John’s pupils dilated, his earlier ’Spiritual Power Perception’ having been abruptly interrupted.
He beca suspicious of Xiao Xian; just now, he was slowly releasing the spiritual power from his body, aiming to probe Xiao Xian’s true background.
"It’s just hangover dicine, it’s just hangover dicine. My sister and I just followed the recipe left by our grandfather to make it. Whether it can benefit more people is beyond our capabilities," he said. When speaking, John unexpectedly caught sight of Xiao Xian’s eyes; though she spoke politely, the clear warning expressed in her eyes was evident. Different from Asian’s typical deep brown pupils, the Zeng girl’s eyes seed to have turned silver-white for a mont, tumultuous like a lake, almost warning him that his earlier probing was extrely impolite.
"Our conversation today only involves the hangover dicine," Xuerou picked up the conversation. The ensuing discussion was her to advance.
John’s thoughts shifted, redirecting his trial of spiritual power towards Xuerou. The last ti he encountered Mrs. Zeng, he had tested her and found no indication of spiritual power.
"It is indeed rude," the coffee cup spilled onto him. This ti, both John’s cuffs and trousers got wet, forcing him to stand up and apologize.
Such a domineering woman, John had no choice but to stand up and take his leave, realizing not only was probing her futile, trying to scope out those around her was equally ineffective; clearly, she cares deeply about her family.
John’s unusual behavior was mistaken by Mrs. Zeng as a sign of disappointnt.
In fact, when Mrs. Zeng saw the previous scene, she was sowhat moved; she even thought of her deceased husband and her aged mother.
At one mont, she wanted Xiao Xian to agree to collaborate with John. Yet, after hearing Xiao Xian’s final words, Mrs. Zeng beca relieved again; human life, being finite, holds more aning, and overcoming birth, aging, sickness, and death is neither realistic nor possible.
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