120: Going to great lengths for a friend

Tu Nan did not participate in Lance's complaints.

A mysterious smile played on her lips as she gently coaxed him. "Don't you have any other thoughts about 'lve yan'?"

Seeing that Lance truly hadn't thought of anything, Tu Nan stopped holding back. She was indeed impatient; the sooner this matter progressed, the better.

"This perfume was originally created to mask the scent of a Foster Mother on me, so I wouldn't be easily discovered, right?"

Tu Nan's eyes shone astonishingly bright.

"The best way to hide a drop of water is to throw it into the ocean. And to make it harder for an escaped Foster Mother to be found, besides scraping off the mark..."

Lance couldn't hold back anymore, and she jumped up.

"That's right! If this scent is everywhere, then it! Then it's not a distinguishing characteristic anymore!"

"Mhm!" Tu Nan nodded emphatically.

"I want to make this Base scent affordable for everyone! Volume, I need volume."

Lance paced back and forth in the room. After a few laps, she stopped. Seriously, for once, she told Tu Nan: "This is a huge deal. I need to talk to my mother. I think she'll be very interested. Do you want a major investor?"

Tu Nan squinted happily, and the Smart Hairs on her cat ears twitched twice.

"Of course, you are welcome."

She said all this because, from the start, she had been aiming for the lady at the Base.

That lady's kindness toward Foster Mothers made Tu Nan speculate about her background.

Moreover, this business was clearly highly profitable. In the Early Stage, they could rely on Kong Jiamu's reputation to bluff people, but later they might not be able to handle it.

She needed someone powerful enough backing her.

Among the people she knew, those with sufficient power were, without exception, unsuitable to be involved in this business, which could potentially shake the "foundation of the state."

Lance told Tu Nan to wait for her news, then mercilessly kicked Tu Nan out the door.

Tu Nan saw her attitude toward her mother: respectful and cautious. Previously, when she made calls, she didn't bother trying to avoid Tu Nan.

This was good.

It further showed how reliable this lady was; at least she could keep Lance in check.

In another room, Kong Jiamu was also talking with a friend.

When Hain's video call request came in, Kong Jiamu didn't even want to answer. No matter how good his relationship was with Hain, he couldn't tolerate being blocked repeatedly.

Finally, he persuaded himself to give Hain one last chance.

So, the moment Hain's image appeared, he warned the other party with a cold face: "Montoya. If you block me again, don't bother keeping my number. I guarantee you won't be able to reach me again."

He called the other party by his surname, showing his seriousness.

Hain didn't mind. He was in a good mood, raised an eyebrow slightly, and smiled.

After all, he was there to ask Kong Jiamu for a favor, so he had to maintain a good attitude. Making a video call specifically was also a way of appeasing his friend.

Kong Jiamu confirmed that Hain had listened, then let out a light snort and let him off the hook.

Thinking about how he had actually doubted himself and the things he had said during his last call with Hain... he felt a deep need to salvage his image.

His gaze swept over the small vial of perfume placed right in the center of the table, and he showed it off casually.

"I thought I wouldn't get any surprises on the flight—not counting the things I messed around with myself, of course. I mean the Female Beast."

"I only took her to the Botanical Garden, and she actually thought of personally mixing a unique perfume. See..." He took two steps and picked up the slender, ordinary Reagent Bottle.

"lve yan. She asked me to name it. How is it? She said it was a surprise for me."

Kong Jiamu examined the Reagent Bottle against the light, but his peripheral vision was watching his friend's reaction.

He only wanted Hain to understand that he, Kong Jiamu, was still the object of a Female Beast's ardent pursuit, but unexpectedly, he actually saw a hint of... envy on Hain's face?

How could that be!

Kong Jiamu would rather doubt his own eyes! When he looked closely, sure enough, Hain was just pensive.

Sure enough, only effort that exceeds the other person's expectations can be truly moving.

After all, even someone like Kong Jiamu, who is outwardly passionate about relationships but inwardly uncaring, would be touched by a carefully prepared gift.

It seems... his decision was correct.

Hain felt fortunate.

"Quite good. She's a good Female Beast." It was rare for him to affirm Kong Jiamu's choice.

Kong Jiamu smiled smugly.

"Of course. Could someone I fancy be bad? This is the person I told you about last time." Kong Jiamu then proceeded to grossly distort the facts, describing how the Female Beast ardently pursued him and how he tested her.

Until he encountered a crisis—that is, someone drugged him—and how she saved him at great risk, and how passionate she was..."Stop!" Hain interrupted him.

He was afraid that if he didn't speak up, Kong Jiamu would go too far. He really wasn't interested in the details of his friend's conquests.

Besides, he knew very well that Kong Jiamu's stories were always exaggerated, but judging by how excited he was and how the conversation revolved around that Female Beast for so long,

Kong Jiamu was not as casual about this relationship as he claimed. In all his past romances, when had he ever been this excited, and this worried about gain and loss?

But Hain didn't intend to expose him.

Let this guy struggle a bit. Suffering some emotional hardship could be considered atonement for his past lack of seriousness.

Kong Jiamu, still wanting to talk, finally remembered that Hain wouldn't have called for no reason. He mercifully let him off and asked, "Alright, what do you need me for?"

Just as Hain was about to speak, the internal communication line in Kong Jiamu's room rang.

Hain signaled that he could wait a moment.

Kong Jiamu casually pressed the speaker button, and Wei Yang's serious inquiry came through from the other side.

"Young Master, is Lord Hain's video call important? We have an important video call that can't get through. Could you ask him to yield the line?"

"Aren't there two lines..." Kong Jiamu was displeased.

Wei Yang offered a reasonable explanation.

"Lord Hain has been using it too frequently. I thought perhaps I should ask you to discuss it with him."

Kong Jiamu rolled his eyes. What 'too frequent'? It had only been twice in total. Wei Yang was just taking advantage of the fact that Kong Jiamu was family and easy to talk to, forcing him to yield the line to a guest.

"Alright, alright, I'm hanging up now." He impatiently hung up and apologized to Hain.

"Family business is like this. I can't really say anything. Let's continue where we left off. What is it that you actually need me to do?"

Kong Jiamu was curious.

Hain had originally wanted to explain the whole story, but after Wei Yang's interruption, he genuinely felt a bit embarrassed.

Kong Jiamu didn't realize it, but Hain knew that his repeated use of the video line had put Wei Yang in a difficult position.

Condensing a thousand words into one request, Hain simply spoke.

"Help me greet the Ground Crew on Xiuyin Star. I need to meet someone arriving on your flight. Not outside—help me arrange it so I can be right at the cabin door."

Hain smiled gently, leaving one last sentence under Kong Jiamu's dumbfounded gaze.

"That's it. Don't ask questions. Just help me out."

The video call ended.

Kong Jiamu hadn't even processed what happened.

"Oh, boy..." he muttered to himself.

What was going on? He hadn't seen wrong, had he?

That lovesick look on Hain's face.

Arrange it! Must arrange it!

He was going to have a show to watch...