The Scheming Ex-Husband's Courtship-Chapter 717 - 620: Outsmarted by One’s Own Cleverness_2

Ye Rui told Ye Xiangzhong about this matter, and Ye Xiangzhong was so angry that he pounded on the bed: "This foolish woman."

Unable to find Luo Huafang, Ye Rui knew she must be hiding on purpose. She was afraid that Ye Rui would take back the orchids, so she decided to hide and avoid everyone. But Luo Huafang didn’t realize that by doing this, she was not only unable to help Ye Lin but was actually harming him.

In the evening, the telephone in the living room rang, and after the butler picked it up and exchanged a few words, he came calling for Ye Rui who was arranging flowers at the dining table.

"Madam, a call from sir."

Ye Rui knew the call was from Leng Shaoqing, but she didn’t expect him to speak to her. Calls at this time were usually from him checking on the household through the butler.

Ye Rui really wanted to speak to him; she urgently needed to vent the suffocation and grievances weighing on her heart.

"The butler said you’re not happy?" His indifferent voice was like a lake, which didn’t need much grandeur to stir the tides in her heart.

Ye Rui bit her lip and spoke of Leng Yue’s situation.

"Such a big issue, why didn’t you let me help?" Leng Shaoqing’s tone remained calm, but upon close listening, one could discern a hint of his displeasure.

"You were on a business trip; I didn’t want to disturb you. I thought I could resolve it with Leng Yue, but..." It seems impossible this time.

Leng Shaoqing didn’t immediately respond on the other end; she heard someone whispering a report to him. Ye Rui then realized that he might be in a meeting. Had he interrupted the meeting to make this call?

A silent warmth enveloped her heart, making Ye Rui’s previous frustrations gradually feel a bit warmer.

"Shaoqing, you carry on with your work, I’ll find a way."

Ye Rui spoke of finding a way, but without being able to find Luo Huafang, what good solutions could she possibly think of? She could only silently pray for a miracle.

Leng Shaoqing was indeed very busy, he responded with a "hmm" and then hung up the phone.

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Luo Huafang dared not return home to the Ye Family, so she had no choice but to hide at her parents’ house.

The next day, she used the landline at home to call You Xia and arrange for her to come over, ready to hand over both the person and the goods.

The Qin mother and daughter quickly drove over.

Although Qin Youyou had been kidnapped by Ye Lin, she persuaded Ye Lin in just a few words. Not only that, but Ye Lin was also captivated by Qin Youyou’s beauty. During the days of her ’disappearance,’ he treated her like an honored guest. Soon after, the police found them, and Ye Lin willingly went with them. Before leaving, he professed his intentions to pursue Qin Youyou openly, which, of course, was met with her scorn.

Her man could only be Leng Shaoqing. When was it the turn of these unworthy clowns?

Now that Luo Huafang was in the hands of these two women, she naturally could not be as confrontational as before. She had no choice but to negotiate with them in a submissive and polite manner.

Eventually, You Xia agreed that as long as they successfully retrieved that pot of orchids, they would not sue Ye Lin, and would explain to the police that it was all a misunderstanding. Ye Lin would at most be detained for a few days and would not be imprisoned.

The Qin Family wasn’t foolish; they knew the immense value of that pot of orchids. If they could cultivate it on a large scale, the prospects were bright. This outweighed the profit of getting a few clients from the Ye Family by far.

Once the agreement was made, Luo Huafang happily went to the small side room to get the orchid.

But upon seeing that pot of orchid, the smile on Luo Huafang’s face froze like stone. She rubbed her eyes in disbelief and looked again.

The orchid that was still flourishing just yesterday had... died.

Luo Huafang’s mind was in turmoil, as if thousands of tons of explosives had detonated. After she got home yesterday, she had placed the flower here, and she was certain that she hadn’t touched it. So how could it have died?

"Dad, mom." Luo Huafang’s voice was shrill and trembling.

Soon, her parents rushed over: "What happened? Why are you yelling so loudly?"

When they saw the dead orchid, they were also shocked.

Luo’s father said: "How is this possible? I just watered it yesterday. It was almost withering."

"You watered it? I thought no one had watered it, so I watered it too. There was fertilizer at the house, and I sprinkled some on," Luo’s mother said. "This flower can’t be that delicate, right? I use that fertilizer all the time."

Luo Huafang stomped her feet in anger: "Well done, you two, you’re trying to kill Ye Lin."

At that moment, the sound of a car approached, and soon Ye Rui and the butler hurried in.

It took the butler a long time to find Luo Huafang’s parents’ address, this courtyard in the old city district.

Seeing Ye Rui, Luo Huafang clung to her like a lifeline, "Rui, you’re here, that’s great. Take a look at this flower, what happened to it? It was fine when I took it from your place, how could it suddenly die? Think of a way to bring it back to life."

Ye Rui approached the flower pot to see that the once lively Leng Yue had wilted. It was supposed to bloom before Leng Shaoqing’s birthday, but now it had lost even its life.

"It’s dead," Ye Rui said, caressing the dry petals. "Leng Yue has a lofty personality, is noble in stature, and has high demands for temperature, humidity, and nutrients. It’s the most fragile and delicate among flowers. A change in temperature can cause it to die suddenly, and moreover, with so much water you’ve poured, it would drown even if it had adapted to the temperature. Also, it cannot be fertilized; I can smell the fertilizer."

Leng Yue was among the thousands of seedlings she had meticulously cultivated, the only one that survived, while the others died unable to adapt to their environment.

All her hard work of three years had gone up in smoke. She dared not think about it; just the thought made her heart ache as if it were being torn apart.

Perhaps in others’ eyes, flowers are nothing but lowly plants, but in hers, every single one has its own life, emotions, and feelings.

"Rui, you have to say something. Is there no hope for this flower?" Luo Huafang was desperate.