Chapter 120 Cousin Is No Ordinary Person

Chapter 120: That Cousin Is No Ordinary Fish in the Pond

“Mom, our little courtyard is so beautiful.”

“Yes—every flower in the yard was planted by Yingxue. That girl,” Lu Caiyun nodded with a smile, pride glinting in her eyes.

“Yingxue is capable and sensible. If my sister knew, she’d surely be overjoyed.” Jiang Yingxue bore a striking resemblance to Jiang Zhenzhu. Watching Yingxue intently process a membership card on the computer, Jiang Mingzhen momentarily drifted into thought—her gaze lingering as if glimpsing her late sister.

At those words, Lu Caiyun felt a pang of sorrow—yet also comfort. After all, Yingxue truly *was* a fine child. Her own daughter, wherever she might be, would surely find solace in that—even if she could no longer witness it herself.

Some thirty feet away, Lan Tinghao downloaded the Xuehe Gourmet app onto his phone. Scrolling through its offerings, he revised his impression of Yingxue: this seemingly gentle cousin was anything but ordinary!

Lan Tinghao asked, “Yingxue, do you have a physical shop yet? I see the app lists so many products—have you considered opening one?” Seeing the premium teas, rare wines, and gourmet delicacies featured, he concluded such items were far too refined for a roadside stall; they deserved an elegant, high-end retail space.

Jiang Yingxue replied, “Yes—the shop isn’t finished yet, so it’s still operating as a stall for now.”

He placed an order for a full set of Spirit Flower Cookies, a box of assorted candies, and a bottle of Jiao Horn Wine—the same one he’d tasted at dinner.

Since his membership card held only 500,000, he paused briefly before adding another 100,000.

Once he successfully placed and paid for the order via the customer interface, Jiang Yingxue’s backend system registered it instantly.

She headed straight to the storeroom, packed the items Lan Tinghao had ordered, and handed them to him personally.

Lan Tinghao accepted the goods and placed the bag in his car.

At that moment, Lan Xing’an glanced inside the bag. Spotting the Jiao Horn Wine, a pleased smile flickered across his lips—then froze mid-expression.

Lan Xing’an shot his son a disapproving look and said, “Is the family broke? Just *one* bottle? Is that for you alone—or for everyone?”

His earlier conversation with Jiang Xianzheng had begun with the Jiao Horn Wine they’d shared over dinner, then gradually expanded to include other rare vintages—Dragon Horn Wine and Phoenix Wine. Jiang Xianzheng had even produced both bottles for tasting.

Lan Xing’an added, “Go buy another bottle each of Dragon Horn Wine and Phoenix Wine. Actually—never mind. I’ll go get them myself.”

Lan Tinghao opened the Xuehe Gourmet app and showed it to him. “Dad, do you know how much Dragon Horn Wine and Phoenix Wine cost?”

Lan Xing’an genuinely had no idea. “How much?”

“You tell me.” Lan Tinghao handed over his phone.

When Lan Xing’an saw the listed price for Jiao Horn Wine, he couldn’t suppress a sharp gasp. The figure was staggering enough—but then he scrolled further. Upon seeing the prices for Dragon Horn Wine and Phoenix Wine, his eyes nearly bulged from their sockets.

Lan Tinghao said, “Dad—wipe that look off your face.”

“Haha,” Lan Xing’an chuckled dryly. “I had no idea Si Qin’s cousin was *this* capable.”

“Neither did I.”

“But the taste is exceptional. Tinghao—order another bottle of Dragon Horn Wine. Next month is your grand-uncle’s birthday—we’ll give it as his gift.”

Lan Tinghao took the phone, topped up 1,000,000, and placed an order for a bottle of Dragon Horn Wine.

“Dad, I now have over 10,000 loyalty points—I can redeem them here for wine. Want some?”

“Let me see.” Lan Xing’an took the phone and redeemed every available wine option.

Meanwhile, Jiang Yingxue received an order alert on her phone—triggered because she’d marked Lan Tinghao’s membership card as “family.”

After finishing cutting fruit, she went to pick and pack that order.

That evening, after Lan Tinghao’s family returned to their hotel, their perception of both the He and Jiang families shifted entirely.

His parents’ regard for He Siqin deepened considerably.

Lan Xing’an sighed emotionally: “Si Qin’s cousin is no ordinary person!”

*

Lu Village.

After Wang Ailian learned the location of Jiang Yingxue’s stall, she instructed her son to begin working there the day after Liu Dani’s injury.

Lu Guangzhong went for three consecutive days—but never once spotted the Xuehe stall. Nor did he return home. Instead, he spent his days indulging freely at a city KTV before finally heading back.

As dusk fell, Wang Ailian watched her son step through the door and asked, “Guangzhong—how did work go these past few days? Did you sell any wine? Hand over your earnings—I’ll save them for your wedding.”

Lu Guangzhong replied, “I didn’t work.”

Wang Ailian immediately dropped whatever she was doing, her expression hardening. “They refused to let you work?”

Lu Guangzhong shook his head. “I didn’t see them.”

“What?” Her voice rose sharply—anger flaring. “You went to the stall—yet failed to spot that Jiang girl? So what *have* you been doing in the city these past few days?”

Lu Guangzhong said, “Oh—I went out to have fun.”

“Then why didn’t you tell me sooner?!”

“You never asked me earlier either.”

Wang Ailian was so furious she rolled her eyes in exasperation. After pressing him with more questions, she learned he’d gone precisely where she’d directed—yet still hadn’t found Jiang Yingxue’s stall. Enraged, she concluded:

“That damned little brat must’ve relocated—out of fear we’d show up and help!” She suspected the Jiang family had deliberately moved without informing her.

Fuming, she immediately dialed Lu Caiyun—only to hit busy signal after busy signal.

The next day, Wang Ailian brought along her mute mother-in-law—who, though still frail, could now rise from bed—and her son to Nanhe Village, demanding answers from the Jiang family.

“BANG! BANG! BANG!” The knocking echoed—loud, insistent, urgent.

Using her Spiritual Sense, Jiang Yingxue detected Wang Ailian and her son at the gate. She stopped Lu Caiyun, who was rising to answer, and said, “Grandma—they’re here for *me*. I’ll handle it.”

Crossing the courtyard, she spotted a bucket of chicken-and-duck manure. She picked it up—and grabbed a manure-stirring stick on her way out.

She opened the door, stepped outside—and closed it firmly behind her.

“What are you doing at my house?”

Wang Ailian’s face flushed with fury. “Where’s Aunt Caiyun? I demand to see her—tell her to come out *now*!”

“She’s over there. Follow me.” Jiang Yingxue led them toward the woods diagonally across the road.

She gave them a cool, appraising glance and said, “My grandmother isn’t home. If you have something to say—you can tell *me*.”

Wang Ailian pointed an angry finger at Jiang Yingxue. “You little liar—you deceived me!”

She shoved Lu Guangzhong forward and snapped, “Then answer me—where *did* you move the stall? You made my son unable to find it!”

“I’m warning you—though you’re my aunt’s granddaughter, my son bears the *Lu* surname. And since my aunt’s family stall includes a share belonging to *our* family—you’d better not try to claim it all for yourself!”