"How much does this cost?" Jiang Yutong asked again.
Lin Xuan smiled and replied, "Not much, just 800 yuan per jar."
Jiang Yutong: "!!!"
That’s all it costs?
Lin Xuan glanced at the time—it was about time for him to return to Night Garden. If Hua came back and didn’t see him, she might worry.
"Miss Jiang, take this perfume and ointment back to test. The ointment will show results in a week. If you’re satisfied with them, I’ll take 40% of your company’s shares in exchange. I’ll only provide the products—I won’t interfere with your company’s operations," Lin Xuan said.
Jiang Yutong raised an eyebrow. "Mr. Lin, isn’t 40% a bit too much?"
"Not at all," Lin Xuan chuckled. "I’m leaving you with 60%, aren’t I?"
Jiangtong Group had been founded and built step by step by Jiang Yutong alone, with no other shareholders.
All the shares were held solely by her.
So if he took 40%, she would still retain 60%.
"Besides, the most important thing for a cosmetics company is its products. You must spend a lot on R&D salaries, right? I alone can provide you with highly effective products."
Lin Xuan spoke leisurely. "I believe Miss Jiang won’t refuse such an offer."
Jiang Yutong frowned.
It was true—Lin Xuan’s products were incredibly tempting.
"Lin Xuan, with these products, you could easily start your own company and keep all the profits for yourself. Why share the pie with someone else?"
His products were astonishingly good.
She really couldn’t understand why he’d choose to invest in her company instead of making all the money himself.
Lin Xuan replied lightly, "Because I’m lazy."
He couldn’t handle everything himself, after all.
Aside from Jiang Yutong’s cosmetics company, he planned to invest in other businesses that caught his eye.
Sitting at home and collecting dividends sounded pretty good.
Jiang Yutong: "..."
Well, she couldn’t argue with that.
As Lin Xuan left, Jiang Yutong watched his retreating figure and couldn’t help but think—
She had always wanted a younger brother.
Ah.
If only Lin Xuan were her brother.
Jiang Yutong returned to the Jiang Family.
Grandpa Jiang had already heard about what happened to her. The moment she arrived, he pulled her aside to inspect her.
"Grandpa, see? I’m really fine," Jiang Yutong said helplessly.
Grandpa Jiang snorted. "Thank goodness someone saved you. Who knows what would’ve happened otherwise?"
"From now on, remember to bring bodyguards when you go out. Don’t keep running around alone, understand?" he scolded, still uneasy.
"Alright, I will," Jiang Yutong nodded.
Today’s incident had left her shaken.
She really should start bringing bodyguards.
Sure, Lin Xuan had saved her this time—but what about next time?
Grandpa Jiang nodded in satisfaction.
At least this time, Yutong was finally willing to listen.
As the saying goes, people don’t learn until life teaches them.
"Oh, right," Grandpa Jiang added, "Who was the one who saved you? Yutong, you must properly thank them."
"His name is Lin Xuan. He’s the chairman of Tianmu Group," Jiang Yutong answered.
"It was him?!" Grandpa Jiang looked astonished.
"Grandpa, you know him?" Jiang Yutong asked curiously.
"Of course I know him. This old man’s life was saved by him too," Grandpa Jiang said with a smile.
"Wait, you mean that time you fainted—Lin Xuan was the one who helped?" Jiang Yutong gasped.
"That’s right, it was him."
Grandpa Jiang nodded. "Truly our family’s benefactor—first saving me, then you."
Whoever raised such an outstanding son must be proud.
He really wished he could adopt Lin Xuan as his grandson.
Hearing that Lin Xuan had also saved Grandpa Jiang, Jiang Yutong felt even more grateful toward him.
Even if he demanded her entire company in exchange for his products, she wouldn’t hesitate.
"Yutong, since Lin Xuan saved you, make sure to thank him properly," Grandpa Jiang reminded her.
"Don’t worry, Grandpa. I will," Jiang Yutong assured him.
After chatting with Grandpa Jiang for a while, she returned to her room.
Once she had showered, she eagerly spritzed the perfume on herself.
She wanted to see if it really lasted all day, as Lin Xuan claimed.
After that, she scooped out some ointment and divided it into three small bottles.
Then she left her room.
"Butler, please find me three servants with acne," Jiang Yutong instructed.
"Yes, Second Miss."
The butler quickly brought over three servants—one man and two women—all with noticeable acne.
They exchanged nervous glances.
Had the Second Miss called them here because their acne made them look too unsightly? Were they about to be fired?
Thud.
One of the maids suddenly knelt before Jiang Yutong.
Jiang Yutong hurriedly tried to help her up. "What’s wrong? Why are you kneeling?"
The maid refused to rise, her eyes red. "Second Miss, please don’t fire me. My mother depends on my wages from working here. I can’t lose this job."
The Jiang Family’s benefits were excellent—she couldn’t bear to leave.
Jiang Yutong frowned.
When had she said anything about firing her?
"Second Miss, please give me another chance. If my acne bothers you, I’ll wear a mask from now on. I won’t let my ugly face offend your eyes."
"That’s right, Second Miss, please give us another chance."
The other two servants also dropped to their knees.
Finally, Jiang Yutong understood.
They thought she had summoned them because of their appearance—that she might dismiss them for being "ugly."
"You’ve misunderstood," Jiang Yutong said gently. "I called you here to test this ointment."
She pointed to the three small bottles on the table.
"This is an acne-removing ointment. I’d like you to try it and see how effective it is."
"Don’t worry—if anything happens to your skin because of it, I’ll compensate you."
"Since this is the first time the ointment is being used, there might be risks. Whether you agree to test it or not is entirely up to you. I won’t dismiss you from the Jiang Family."
The Jiang Family had strict principles. If she casually fired servants, Grandpa Jiang would be the first to reprimand her.
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