One and Only: Doting CEO's Infinite Love-Chapter 731 - 729: Falling Flowers Are Intentional, Flowing Water Is Heartless

Luo Yan stumbled back to the Jiang Family, her mind as confused as a paste, not knowing what to do.

She wanted to tell Jiang Yixiu about it, but quickly negated the idea; she couldn’t say it, once she did, it would be over—

Then what to do?

When she came to her senses, she had unknowingly wandered into the kitchen and widened her eyes instinctively upon seeing the busy people inside.

The man in charge of the kitchen said, "You’d better be careful, these are the things specified by the Old Madam; there can’t be any mishaps."

Someone asked doubtfully, "What’s up with the Old Madam these days? The things she’s eating are like those of a pregnant woman. Could it be that the old tree is blossoming?"

"What nonsense are you spouting! Aren’t you afraid of losing your tongue? The Old Master is still lying in the hospital, stop saying such nonsense, be careful or you’ll be kicked out!"

The Jiang Family has always been generous; even the chefs in the back kitchen earn no less than white-collar workers—

As soon as the head chef spoke, the men who were ready to joke around fell silent, except for one daring young man who asked, "Then boss, what do you think is going on? Could it be... that Miss Luo Yan, who’s always accompanied the Old Madam, has brought good news?"

Luo Yan’s status in the Jiang Family was a bit awkward. On the surface, everyone respectfully called her "Miss Luo Yan," but secretly, they didn’t think much of her, thinking she was staying at the Jiang Family without a title, hoping to marry into the family as the young master’s wife someday.

At first, everyone had a great impression of Luo Yan; they felt she was born clean, sweet, and sensible, but as time passed and they learned more about her, and seeing her always submissive and flattering around the Old Madam, everyone started to feel aesthetically fatigued.

They said she was fake, knowing only how to please the Old Madam, appearing simple but actually very cunning—

"Stop talking nonsense, how could that be possible?" the head chef said, "Under the Old Madam’s watchful eyes, the young master wouldn’t dare to act recklessly. Besides, I heard the young master doesn’t even like Miss Luo Yan."

"Who did you hear that from?" someone else asked.

"My wife said so; not long ago, she saw the young master talking with Miss Luo Yan in the pavilion. She overheard the young master directly rejecting Miss Luo Yan. Oh dear, that girl, you can’t imagine how heartbroken she was, she ran away crying immediately. My wife said she felt quite sorry for her, what do they say? Unrequited love—

"However, it makes sense, given the young master’s status, finding someone like her would indeed be unjust. There’s bound to be a suitable match, a noble lady from a well-matched family."

"Hey! Stop talking, stop talking," someone tugged at the head chef’s sleeve.

The head chef was annoyed, "Why shouldn’t I talk? What’s wrong with it, I’m not—"

As soon as he saw the person walking in from the doorway, he immediately shut his mouth, nodded, and said flatteringly, "Does Miss Luo Yan have any instructions? Did the Old Madam send you to fetch some food?"

Luo Yan walked up to the man with a blank expression, leaned in, and whispered, "I know women like to gossip, but I didn’t expect you men to be the same. Even if my status is lowly, it’s still a bit superior to yours. What right do you have to talk about me, hmm?"

"...Yes, yes!" The man said so with his mouth, but in his heart, he was quite indignant.

He thought to himself, he relied on his own hands and feet to make a living, much better than a woman like her, who only knew how to charm with her looks, hoping to seduce the master, but unfortunately, the master didn’t care for her at all.

Luo Yan took a tour around the back kitchen with her hands behind her back, "Which ones are the things the Old Madam asked for?"

"Uh, Miss Luo Yan, the Old Madam hasn’t given any instructions yet! It’s only in the evening that she’ll specify what she wants for the next day."

"Oh, I see," Luo Yan smiled, "then thank you all for your hard work."

"Not at all, not at all—"

Before walking out of the back kitchen, Luo Yan deliberately glanced at the man in charge. Coincidentally, he looked up at her too.

Meeting her eyes, he immediately lowered his head and began wiping his sweat with his hand.