Mr. Jue Is Very Anxious

After Han Binglan overdosed on sleeping pills and had to wash her stomach last time, she suffered from serious gastritis. In order to not suffer from gastric pain in the future, the first thing she had to do was to recuperate her dilapidated body.

Actually, when she worked as a tour guide, she had gastritis because she did not eat in time. However, that was because she didn't have time to take care of herself back then. Now that she had the time and money, she naturally had to treat herself well.

The Four Gods Soup was not difficult to make, and the ingredients used were according to one's own preferences.

First, one had to slice a piece of clean pork belly (otherwise using pig intestines) into slices and place them in a stew. Then, a suitable amount of Huaishan lotus seed and tincture would be added. Of course, some people would use Dang Shen and barley instead. After adding water, they would put everything in a pot and steam it for two hours. Then, they would mix it into salt rice wine and other ingredients according to their taste.

Thus, the room was cleaned, the rice steamed, the Four Gods Soup was done, and a scallion egg was made. This was enough for one person.

After eating her fill, she made two more desserts before leaving the house with the packed desserts.

Although Nangong Jue felt that Han Binglan was playing hard to get by signing the contract, he felt uneasy the entire afternoon. He wanted to call Han Binglan, but he could not bring himself to do so. After all, ever since they met, that woman had been pestering him every day.

If he took the initiative to call her, that woman's tail would probably be in the air.

After suffering in the office for a while, Nangong Jue got up and walked out.

"Sir, there's a meeting later…" Secretary Tan Mei reminded him as she reached the door.

"Postpone it to tomorrow." Nangong Jue walked out without looking back.

Tan Mei could only look at Fang Ming, who shrugged. He didn't know what was wrong with his boss. Could it be the aftereffects of a divorce? However, he didn't dare say anything and hurriedly followed.

Nangong Jue went straight back to Zeyu Garden.

"Where's Han Binglan?" Nangong Jue pulled the tie off his neck as he walked upstairs.

"Young Mistress moved away," Butler Bai replied dutifully. "She didn't use a driver. She drove herself away…"

Nangong stopped in his tracks for a moment. Hadn't the woman been afraid to drive? And she moved away? Could she bear to? He went straight upstairs and into the master bedroom, feeling dazed. It had been his room, but the woman had taken over it since she'd arrived. He hadn't set foot in it in almost a year.

Now, the room was pink. The cabinet of expensive clothes was not missing, but their owner was nowhere to be seen.

"Huh." Nangong Jue couldn't help but sneer. She was indeed playing hard to get. If she left things here, she would probably use this as an excuse to keep coming back to meet him in the future, right?

Thinking of that woman's unscrupulous behavior, the discomfort in his heart disappeared.

However, just as he was about to leave, he stopped in his tracks. For some reason, he went over to pull open the drawer of the dressing table. Originally, there was a lock here, but today, it was easily pulled open. His brows instantly furrowed.

Practically everything inside was gone, including all kinds of IDs.

Has she really moved away? How dare she?

He clanged the drawer shut and turned to leave.

Uncle Bai looked at the young master whose back was filled with hostility and could not help but sigh. The young master actually could not bear to part with the young mistress. Unfortunately, he himself did not know that.

At this moment, Le Yao had already entered Xiling Jiao Tong University and went to the principal's office.