The Rest Of My Life Is For You

"Sure, sure!" The moment Nian Xiaomu promised that she would not shut the factory down, Manager Hong's attitude toward her instantly turned respectful.

When she mentioned that she wanted to tour around the factory, he immediately walked in front and led the way.

He accompanied Nian Xiaomu around the entire factory and even took her to visit the residents who lived in the nearby area.

Everyone was full of praise for the clothing and accessories that were produced by the factory.

The reviews seemed really good.

In that case, how could such a factory be so short of cash that it was no longer able to continue its operations?

Traces of suspicion appeared in Nian Xiaomu's eyes.

She turned around and asked Manager Hong, "The special trait of tie-dye art lies in the uniqueness of each and every piece of cloth; even if the same tying method was used, the patterns produced would never be the exact same. I remembered that grandpa never wanted to set up his own dye factory, and instead acquired cloth from the minority ethnic groups at high prices to encourage them to continue producing the artworks. Am I right?"

"That's right! There were also many villages that supplied the goods for us, and they were all made by people who had inherited the outstanding workmanship. As the elderly President Mo had been really kind, all of the residents from these villages swarmed to me at the beginning when they heard that he had fallen ill, begging me to let them visit him. There were many people who had wanted to visit him during the past two years, but it's a pity that none of them, not even me, had a chance to see him. How is health now?"

Manager Hong said ruefully.

The elderly head of the Mo Family was indeed a guardian of these traditional craftsmen. The Mo Corporation was just like a huge platform, whereby it acquired the works of these craftsmen at high prices, revised their packaging with the resources of the company, before pushing them onto the market once again under a brand new image.

With a sufficient stream of income, these craftsmen could then continue to produce better works and pass on the wholesome tie-dye art.

Compared to the usual businessmen, the elderly head of the Mo Family was doing a trade that was a lot more socially responsible.

This was the reason he received the love and respect of many people.

"Grandpa is gradually recovering from his illness, all of you will be able to see him again!" Nian Xiaomu turned around to look at Manager Hong and comforted him.

She left the factory after a brief, casual chat with him.

Nian Xiaomu turned silent the moment she sat in the car.

No one knew what was on her mind, as she tilted her tiny head and stared at her fingers.

As Yu Yuehan proceeded to drive out of the factory, he cast a sideways glance at her and asked, "What are you thinking about? Do you need my opinion?"

"Let's have some nice food tonight. I know of a private kitchen that makes really decent food and it was recommended to me by Zheng Yan. Shall I take you there to try it out?" With shimmering eyes, Nian Xiaomu suddenly fluttered her eyelashes and asked.

It seemed as if she wanted to steal his soul away.

It was obvious that there was a trap!

It seemed as if she had noticed something amiss in the factory and wanted to do something about it…

As Yu Yuehan's eyes flickered, he curled his lips upward and replied, "Sure, you make the call. Let's have our meal at a private kitchen."

He reversed the car and drove directly to the address that Nian Xiaomu had mentioned.

Soon after, the car arrived in front of a Chinese courtyard with elegant furnishings and view.

Just as the car came to a stop and before Nian Xiaomu could get out, she spotted a few familiar figures standing in front of her and her hands froze in the middle of unbuckling her safety belt.

She blinked her eyes in confusion.

"Are my eyes playing tricks on me? This is…"

"Let's have our meal at another place." Yu Yuehan said coldly the moment he saw the back of Fan Yu.

However, Nian Xiaomu had already pushed open the car door and ran out excitedly just as he was about to restart the engine of the car.

She waved toward the few people in front.

"Zheng Yan! Fan Yu! Mo Yongheng! Are you guys here for dinner too? Let's have our meals together!"

"…"