{Chapter: 17 Near-Death of the Iris flowering plant!}
Lin Yuan came into contact with her skin due to acupuncture and felt that her skin was as shiny as a young girl.
Especially with the conditioning of his acupuncture, Song Xuan's entire skin became rosier and younger.
"Oh! Xiao Yuan, you really know how to sweet-talk! Your old aunt can't accept your exaggerated praise." Although she said so, Song Xuan's face was already smiling.
Lin Yuan's praise was well-directed. He first complimented her achievements in the business world, which Song Xuan was very proud of. Then, he praised her beauty, a weak spot for her. What woman on this planet doesn't enjoy hearing others boast about her beauty and attractiveness? The crucial factor was that Lin Yuan was not only the heir to the powerful Lin family but also a dashing and outstanding young man.
"How nice would it be if you were my son, alas, it's a pity," Song Xuan said as she stretched and sighed with regret.
"…" Yan Ruyue, standing by, remained silent.
She was the cold president of the company in front of others, but Song Xuan had raised her alone, and Yan Ruyue was simply an obedient daughter in front of her mother. The defiance she showed during Lin Yuan's last visit was her only act of rebellion.
She hadn't expected Song Xuan to become so angry that she fainted, and now, she dared not show any further rebelliousness.
"Wipe my sweat," Lin Yuan commanded Yan Ruyue.
Yan Ruyue picked up a handkerchief without a word and carefully wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Lin Yuan was treating her mother, and to avoid disrupting the treatment, Yan Ruyue obediently wiped his sweat.
Yan Ruyue appeared more skilled than the first time she had wiped off his sweat.
The fragrance of the elegant beauty lingered in the air as her delicate hand wiped away the sweat. Lin Yuan found the treatment process very comfortable.
Soon, the acupuncture session ended.
Lin Yuan put away the needles and tactfully declined Song Xuan's invitation to stay for dinner.
He stood up, preparing to leave. Upon seeing him rise, Yan Ruyue also stood up to see him off, knowing that Lin Yuan had worked hard to help her mother.
Song Xuan had raised her alone and was her only surviving parent. Since Lin Yuan had saved Song Xuan, Yan Ruyue's impression of him had improved. Seeing Yan Ruyue take the initiative to accompany him to the door, Song Xuan nodded with satisfaction.
The two walked out of the room side by side.
Lin Yuan noticed that Yan Ruyue was wearing a professional suit, the kind women in the workplace wear. Her beautiful hair was arranged in a slightly mature bun on top of her head. This, coupled with her beautiful and aloof face, made her seem like the ideal iceberg president. Yan Ruyue's perfect curves were accentuated by the suit, highlighting her fine, jade-like long legs that could certainly drive men crazy and women envious. This suit seemed tailor-made for her, making it difficult to look away, yet it also made one hesitant to stare.
Yan Ruyue was pleased and confident about her looks and outfit. However, when she peeked at him, she found that Lin Yuan didn't look at her with the same gaze that had once made her uncomfortable. The former Lin Yuan would have gazed at her with a desire to devour her, but the present Lin Yuan's eyes were pure. Yan Ruyue found this far more comfortable, and it made her feel less repulsed by him than she had with other men.
As they walked out, they passed a garden in the villa. Lin Yuan suddenly stopped. Yan Ruyue followed his gaze and saw that he was looking at an iris plant in bloom.
"This iris is soon going to die," Lin Yuan said.
"En," Yan Ruyue glanced at Lin Yuan. The iris was indeed looking sickly, and it was clear it would soon wither, but she didn't understand why Lin Yuan had said that.
"Has this iris been transplanted here less than two days ago? It will be completely dead soon," Lin Yuan said.
"Huh? How do you know?" Yan Ruyue, usually reserved, couldn't help asking.
Iris plants typically grow and decline year after year, and if well cared for, even if they seem to die, their roots remain alive and can bloom again the following year.
Yan Ruyue was puzzled. How did Lin Yuan know the iris was about to die, and how did he know it had only been transplanted two days ago? She had been planting flowers for more than ten years and couldn't figure it out. She had never heard that Lin Yuan was involved in gardening.
Could the maid at home have told him?
Just as Yan Ruyue was letting her imagination run wild, Lin Yuan spoke: "I don't know much about flowers, but I do know a bit about plants used in medicine. For example, this iris flower can reduce inflammation, improve blood circulation, remove blood stasis (Traditional Chinese Medicine), and relieve cold and rheumatic pain."
"And its rhizomes have withered, so…"
"That's why I believe this iris was transplanted here less than two days ago."
Lin Yuan spoke about the medicinal properties, growth habits of iris plants, where they were transplanted from, and how they were planted.
Lin Yuan wasn't bragging. His god-level medical skills extended beyond healing diseases; they also provided him with knowledge about the medicinal properties of many plants. This knowledge was complementary—otherwise, how could it be called god-level?
Moreover, he knew Yan Ruyue had a passion for growing flowers and plants.
She had planted nearly all the flowers in the garden, and one of her favorite plants was about to die. In the original story, Yan Ruyue had been deeply saddened by the death of that plant.
On the other side, Yan Ruyue was astonished as she looked at Lin Yuan's beautiful eyes. Everything he had just said about the iris was accurate! It was as if he had watched her transplant the iris herself.
Yan Ruyue felt increasingly unable to see through Lin Yuan.
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