How I Became The Dev Chapter 30: The Secret of the Jade Cups

Chapter 30: Chapter 30: The Secret of the Jade Cups

Fang Anning returned ho, put down her backpack, and went to help Mrs. Chen water the plants.

Mrs. Chen smiled and said, "Wife, you don’t need to help, why don’t you go and read instead! The Master has already said that you don’t need to do any household chores."

"It’s okay, I don’t have any howork today, and actually, I have sothing I’d like to ask you about," Fang Anning said as she smiled and watered the flowers.

Mrs. Chen responded, "Oh my, wife, you’re too polite. Just ask away, I’ll tell you anything I know."

"What kind of scent does Master like?" Fang Anning inquired, leaning forward.

"What scent?" Mrs. Chen asked, perplexed.

Fang Anning explained, "I an, what kind of flowers does he like? Like the scent of flowers, but of course, the scent of fruits would also do. For instance, what kind of fruit does he like?"

"Wife, you’ve been at ho for a while now, you might have noticed that the Master is quite indifferent to food — he eats simply. As for fruits, he eats a bit of each kind based as per nutritional balance, so there’s nothing he’s particularly fond of. And about flowers, although the garden blooms beautifully, Master seldom stops to take a longer look. So, I really can’t answer your question," Mrs. Chen explained.

Fang Anning felt disheartened.

She had sneakily watched a DVD outside; it said, a woman who wants to arouse a man’s desire first needs to attract his interest with scents.

Everyone prefers different scents, and if you know what scent a man likes, you’re halfway to success.

After all, who would feel desire when sothing slls repulsive?

He Tingchen isn’t desperate!

But what should she do if she doesn’t know what scent He Tingchen likes?

She wanted to wear a perfu that he’d like to please him, but she didn’t know which scent to choose.

"Wife, are you trying to please the Master?" Mrs. Chen asked with a smile.

Fang Anning gave an embarrassed smile.

Mrs. Chen suggested, "Why doesn’t wife just ask the Master directly? He is so clever, he will definitely understand the wife’s good intentions and will tell you."

Oh, right, how had she not thought of that?

Fang Anning’s eyes lit up.

Why bother figuring out such things indirectly? It would be much simpler to just ask directly.

"Mrs. Chen, you’re really clever," praised Fang Anning.

Soon, He Tingchen returned.

Fang Anning saw his car enter from the balcony and imdiately ran to the door to wait for him, taking his coat as he walked in.

Upon returning ho, the man was greeted by this petite woman standing dutifully at the door.

When he saw her smile brightly at him, it brought a gentle warmth to his eyes. He handed his coat to her and went upstairs to change.

When he ca down, Fang Anning was still waiting downstairs,

holding a cup of tea, and asked, "Are you thirsty? Would you like so tea first?"

The man nodded, took the tea, and gently sipped it.

It was the flavor he liked on regular days, perfectly warm but not too hot; excellent!

"There is sothing I want to ask you," Fang Anning said, seeing his good mood and quickly switching to an ingratiating tone.

The man handed over a docunt from his assistant and said, "Take a look yourself."

Fang Anning frowned, quickly took the docunt, and opened it.

Could it be? Had he written down all his preferences and organized them into a docunt just for her?

But when she opened it, she realized it wasn’t about his personal preferences but rather information about Zhou Zhaoguo’s aunt.

Zhou Zhaoguo’s aunt was Zhou Xueqin, the youngest sister of Zhou Zhaoguo’s father.

Zhou Zhaoguo’s father had six siblings in total, but during those impoverished tis, with many children in the Zhou family and amidst warti chaos, so died and others went missing. In the end, only two siblings survived.

Zhou Xueqin was relatively fortunate, very beautiful indeed. She later t a young man, and the two fell in love at first sight and got engaged.

Because Zhou Xueqin married into a wealthy family, the Zhou family also had their mont of glory.

However, it wasn’t long before Zhou Xueqin’s husband’s family encountered a disaster, and they went bankrupt overnight. The father-in-law committed suicide, and the husband, unable to bear the shock, fell ill and soon died.

Zhou Xueqin was heartbroken and went to the United States, never to return.

Recently, Zhou Xueqin suddenly made contact with Zhou Zhaoguo, wanting to et him.

Zhou Zhaoguo and Zhou Xueqin made contact via video, Zhou Xueqin said that she had been drifting in the United States for half of her life. Fortunately, she married a wealthy man and managed to live a stable life, but now she is diagnosed with a terminal disease and her days are numbered.

She has an estate under her na but no children to inherit it, so she can give it to him. After all, he is her only nephew and her sole relative.

However, there is one condition.

That is, Zhou Zhaoguo must find the token of affection she and her first husband had, a set of jade cups.

Find those jade cups, and by bringing them to her, he can inherit her estate.

Of course, ti is limited.

If he cannot find them before she dies, then her estate will be donated to a charity organization, and have nothing to do with him.

Thus, during this period, Zhou Zhaoguo has been extrely busy searching everywhere for the whereabouts of the jade cups, which is why he hasn’t had ti to deal with her death.

Knowing that the jade cups were being auctioned, he imdiately rushed over with Chen Fengjiao.

No wonder, she had soone hurt Zhou Musen, and Chen Fengjiao didn’t have ti to settle the score with her.

Not because she was afraid of her marrying into the He family, becoming He Tingchen’s wife. Instead, she just truly did not have ti to deal with her.

In the docunt, there was also a pathological report.

It turned out to be Zhou Xueqin’s pathological report—an advanced stage of breast cancer.

The doctors predicted she could only live up to one more week.

Thus, if within a week, Zhou Zhaoguo still can’t bring the jade cups to see her, that inheritance will be donated to a charity organization.

"How to handle this, you decide," said He Tingchen.

Fang Anning put the docunts in a bag, and with a forced smile said, "Actually, what I wanted to ask you isn’t about this, but rather, what fragrance of perfu you like."

"Perfu?"

The man frowned, looking puzzled. Out of nowhere, why ask this question?

"You answer

first," said Fang Anning.

"I don’t like any fragrance, they stink," the man replied.

Fang Anning: "..."

"Then fruits and vegetables, do you like any of those?"

Could it be, he likes the sll of blood?

That wouldn’t work, she did not have that much blood to tempt him.

"The sll of fresh grass."

The man closed his eyes, seemingly reminded of sothing. After a mont, he opened his eyes and slowly said,

"The sll of fresh grass?" Fang Anning was surprised.

She thought about it, the sll of fresh grass isn’t pleasant.

She used to live in the countryside with her mother as a child and spent every day cutting grass to feed pigs.

Her hands were bloody from cutting grass.

What is the sll of fresh grass?

It’s bitter, it’s tiredness, it’s the relentless sweat rolling down not quickly enough to be wiped!

And he actually likes the sll of fresh grass?

Indeed, there is sothing wrong with his brain!