Inheriting a Farm Made Me an Internet Sensation - Chapter 32.1

Tan Xiao did not tell Lin Muhan about the incident. She simply waited for Chen Cuihua to finish her work before pulling her aside to discuss the farm’s security issues.

Besides worrying about the experimental products in her greenhouses, she was also concerned about the honey sweet potatoes on the farm. These were food items meant for consumption; if any food safety issues arose, it would not only endanger human health but also harm the development of Anxin Farm.

After a half-hour discussion, the two decided to build several more security huts on the farm so that those responsible for night patrols would have a place to rest.

Arranging patrols and building security huts required money. Fortunately, after Chen Cuihua mentioned this to Su Han, Su Han immediately agreed to allocate 100,000 yuan.

Just as Tan Xiao was praising Su Han in her heart, she heard Chen Cuihua say, “President Su said this money will be charged to your account. She wants you to work hard for the next half of the year.”

Listen to that—was that even human language? She shouldn’t have held any expectations for the profit-driven Su Han.

After some internal grumbling, the whole roasted lamb on Song Qinlan’s side had reached its middle stage. Song Qinlan and Chen Cuihua were both holding bowls of chili oil, using brushes to coat the lamb, while Zhang Da was responsible for sitting to the side and turning the roasting rack to ensure the meat heated evenly.

By the time Lin Muhan came downstairs, the roasted lamb was cooked, and the sky had turned dark. Chen Cuihua had greeted all the farm helpers during the day; not a single person was missing—everyone was gathered in the courtyard.

With roasted lamb, how could there be no alcohol? Everyone moved the tables and chairs from the dining room to the courtyard. Eating roasted lamb and drinking beer, everyone’s face was filled with satisfaction and smiles.

Watching their laughter and hearing their chatter, the low mood in Lin Muhan’s heart began to shift. Sitting across from her, Tan Xiao took note of her expression. She leaned over to pour a glass of fruit wine for Lin Muhan, then turned her head toward the farmhands and whispered, “Do you think they are too easily satisfied?”

She tilted her head to take a sip of the fruit wine and continued, “There are too many unsatisfactory things in this life. If we nitpick over everything, we’ll only fall into a cycle of internal friction.”

Seeing Lin Muhan frown slightly, Tan Xiao shifted her gaze to a man talking loudly in the distance. “That’s Brother Li. Last month, his daughter was diagnosed with uterine cancer, and his wife’s health has always been poor, requiring one- or two-thousand-yuan worth of medicine every month. Do you think he’s just barely holding on?”

She met Lin Muhan’s eyes and shook her head slightly. “Yes, and no. I remember him saying, ‘Crying is one day, laughing is also one day. You have to live it anyway, so why not choose a more comfortable way?'” She raised her glass. “Brother Li also said that in the face of life and death, you realize that all the setbacks in the world are nothing.”

She knew that Muhan could get over this hurdle on her own, but she didn’t want Muhan to waste time on internal suffering.

Lin Muhan lowered her eyes and smiled, eventually raising the glass in front of her to clink against Tan Xiao’s. “It seems you’ve been doing some extra reading while I was away; otherwise, how would you have one life lesson after another?”

Without waiting for Tan Xiao to answer, she withdrew her hand and fixed her gaze on the yellow liquid in her glass. “I understand the logic. I’m not afraid of you laughing at me—for a moment in court today, I felt it was the most humiliating moment of my life.” She tilted her head. “But when I saw my client crying alone, sitting helplessly in the witness stand shaking her head in denial while being aggressively interrogated by the lawyer, I felt that my supposed humiliation was nothing compared to hers.”

She set down her wine glass and spread her hands slightly, her expression solemn. “I am a law student. In the very first class, the professor told us that we could use the law to defend our clients’ rights, or we could use what we learned to find loopholes. Which path to take is up to us. A verdict doesn’t represent the only truth, nor does it represent the facts themselves. All we can do is try our best to keep the scales in our hearts balanced.” She gave a bitter smile. “Clearly, I believe the scales in my heart are straight.”

Hearing this, a sense of understanding flashed through Tan Xiao’s heart. Rather than feeling ashamed of losing, Muhan cared more about the fact that she couldn’t ensure her client received fair treatment.

Lin Muhan picked up the wine bottle, poured herself a glass, downed it in one go, and slammed the glass back onto the table. “Don’t think of me as so noble; I’m just unwilling to accept the loss.” She stood up and pointed toward the city. “Jiang Yue, just you wait. I, Lin Muhan, will make you pay back every bit of the disgrace you gave me today.”

Tan Xiao looked up at her. “I’ll be with you.”

“You have to be with me.”

Meanwhile, at the Yatian Club, Room 3124.

Jiang Yue had just secured a major partnership and was opening wine to celebrate with clients when the door opened. A bodyguard walked in and whispered a few words in her ear. Jiang Yue hummed softly, set down her glass, and pointed outside to her clients. “President Su of Huangtian International is in the next room and invited me for a chat. Don’t worry, you two, have fun—it’s all on my tab.”

Since she put it that way, even if the clients were dissatisfied, they could only nod and smile.

Leaving the room, she strode toward the neighboring Room 3125. The atmosphere here was completely different from her room. Only two or three lamps were on, and the whole room was cold and quiet—where was the excitement? Only the pile of wine bottles on the black stone coffee table and the cigarette butts in the ashtray showed that people had been there.

She walked forward a few steps and finally spotted Su Han, dressed in a white Western suit, in the corner.

She immediately curled her lips into a smile, sat on the sofa opposite Su Han, and asked directly, “Is President Su inviting me here for a second round?”

Su Han smiled, leaned over to pour a glass of wine, placed it on the clean side table, and pushed it toward Jiang Yue.

“I was planning to leave, but I heard Young Manager Jiang was next door, so I thought I’d invite you over for a chat. After all, Young Manager Jiang pays a lot of attention to my family’s affairs.” Her smile didn’t reach her eyes. Tan Xiao was right—Tan Xiao was still on her boat.

One must look at the master before hitting the dog; did she really think Su Han was dead, acting so unscrupulously against Tan Xiao?

Jiang Yue leaned back on the sofa and looked at Su Han with a beaming smile. “So, is President Su here to demand an explanation?” Her tone shifted, and her expression became serious. “It’s not that I’m not giving you face, President Su; it’s just that your cousin who appeared out of nowhere is quite tactless.”

“She has always been that way, even toward me.” Su Han spread her hands in feigned confusion. “But what can I do? She is the successor to the farm appointed by my father. As you can see, the farm has created good returns in just half a year in her hands. The planting methods she tinkered with even alarmed the professors at the nearby Agricultural College.” She wore a faint smile. “They are even chasing her to hire her for teaching.”

She picked up her wine glass, swirling it mid-air with a casual air. “Does Young Manager Jiang think I pulled those strings? I would indeed love to befriend those researchers, but they look down on the stench of money on me. Young Manager Jiang, you are well-traveled—give me some advice, what should I do?”

This speech infuriated Jiang Yue, though she didn’t show it on her face. This was Su Han telling her that her judgment was wrong and that Su Han would not stand idly by.

“It seems President Su quite treasures this cousin of hers.” Jiang Yue’s gaze turned cold. “So, President Su, how do you plan to vent that anger for your cousin?”

Su Han shook her head slightly. “Since it has already happened, it’s good to let her learn a lesson, lest she becomes arrogant in the future.” Her tone grew heavy. “I assume Young Manager Jiang has heard of my rules: there will be no second or third time.”

She tilted her head and drained the wine in her glass, then added, “I heard that Young Manager Jiang’s sister is coming back from the U.S., and several of your uncles have been quite active recently.”

Jiang Yue tightened her hand on her lap, her eyes narrowing. “As long as that eyesore doesn’t get in my way, I don’t have the time to deal with her.” She stood up to leave. “If I were President Su, I’d tie my dog up tight. Not everyone is as easy to talk to as I am.” With that, she strode toward the exit.

“She’s a bit naughty, but not to the point of biting people randomly—unless someone goes looking for trouble.” Su Han poured wine elegantly. “A company cannot last long without humanitarianism. In that regard, Lawyer Lin has done very well.”

Interfering in other families’ business wasn’t her style, but if someone pushed their luck, she could temporarily forget her own style. Muhan was such a competitive person; having suffered such a major setback, she must have taken a significant psychological hit. If that petty person were allowed to keep biting, who knows when she would recover?

The only thing Su Han could do now was ensure no one put more pressure on Muhan.

“Then President Su had better watch closely; Huatai will only get better and better,” Jiang Yue gritted her teeth, her anger surging. Remembering something, she regained her composure within a few breaths. This debt would be collected soon. When that time came, she would see if Su Han still had her current confidence.

In the following days, Tan Xiao would bring Lin Muhan along whenever she went to the greenhouses. When free, she would ride her electric scooter with Lin Muhan to tour the surroundings or plant flowers. Combined with Chen Cuihua’s clever guidance, the negative emotions in Lin Muhan faded significantly.