If Heaven Has Feelings (Chapter 36)

Chapter Thirty-Six
Yang Naijin and I walked side by side into the "Qiao Jiangnan" restaurant, which was adorned with Peking Opera masks. This branch was quite large

, with neat Western-style decorations interspersed with many Chinese elements. To be honest, I couldn't see

any similarity between this environment and "Jiangnan." It is said that the restaurant specializes in Sichuan cuisine, which is known for its spiciness. It has no trace of the flavor of a

water town . But it is famous enough that many people come to taste it. Even though it

was only noon, the hall outside was already full, and many people were still sitting on chairs outside waiting.
A waitress in a white shirt and black skirt politely led us to the innermost private room.

This room contained three rooms: a reception room, a smoking room, and the largest dining area. The room

was decorated primarily in gold tones, with gilded wallpaper on the walls. Various gilded objects and crystal chandeliers made

the room dazzling. A large marble dining table was already set with tableware for four people. The waiter brought us

brewed tea. We had just sat down when Bai Liyuan and Mei Yu slowly walked into the room.
A middle-aged, overweight man in a black suit followed the two beautiful women in. He seemed to be

the manager of the restaurant, addressing my mother as "General Manager Bai" and Mei Yu as "Mrs. Yang." He seemed to know

their status very well and served the two women with great attentiveness, even to

the point of being obsequious.
The waiter brought the menu, and the chubby manager enthusiastically began introducing the dishes. Mei Yu didn't follow his

recommendations but asked her mother for her opinion first. She also carefully inquired about my taste. I

thanked her for her concern and said that I wasn't a picky eater. So, under the chubby manager's "attentive" service, my mother and Mei Yu

quickly ordered the dishes. Then, with that "ingratiating" smile, he left the private room, leaving

the four of us alone.
I must admit, "Qiao Jiangnan" is quite fast at serving food. Soon, dishes such as "Stone-cooked Tofu Pudding,"

"River Stone Rolled Fatty Beef," "Loofah and Wild Mushroom Soup," "Rock and Roll Salad," "Twice-cooked Mandarin Fish," and "Taro, Pumpkin,

and Lily Bulb Stew" were served. My mother told us we could start eating. This was my first time eating

Sichuan cuisine tried a few dishes and thought they tasted pretty good. However

, my palate, which is used to milder flavors, felt very hot and sweaty after being stimulated by the numbing and spicy flavors of Sichuan cuisine.
Yang Naijin and I were sitting across the table. Mei Yu was to my left, and my mother was to my right. My mother

hadn't even taken a few bites when she saw my face turning red from the spiciness, so she quickly grabbed a wet wipe to wipe my sweat. I

felt a familiar fragrance waft over, and a cool sensation on my forehead. My mother's gentle voice rang in my ears.
"Shitou, don't eat so fast. Take your time. Take a sip of soup to rinse your mouth first, and remember to pick out

the chili peppers ." When we came in, my mother had taken off her bright red cashmere cloak.

She was only wearing a white, close-fitting shirt, her high breasts bulging against it, and I could vaguely

see the outline of her pink bra underneath. These two alluring orbs hung right above my head, and my mother

's unique body fragrance became even stronger, making me feel even hotter and more unbearable.
My mother's concern touched me, but we were in a public place, and Mei Yu and her daughter

were nearby. I was afraid they would misunderstand, especially that sharp-tongued Yang Naijin, who might

laugh at me for being a boy who couldn't live without his mother. I quickly grabbed the wet wipe from my mother's hand and whispered, "

Mom , I know, let me do it myself, it's okay." My mother then seemed to remember her place and

quickly let go of my hand, returning to her seat. Both of us looked a little embarrassed, and I hurriedly wiped my face with the wet wipe

to cover it up. While observing the reactions of the other mother and daughter, Yang Naijin was engrossed in picking fish bones and may or may

not have noticed. Mei Yu, sitting opposite her mother, had bright, sparkling eyes and had certainly

taken . However, she simply smiled and said, "Sister, you take such good care of your son. I'm

quite envious." "Not really," the mother replied, "it's just that he's used to being raised like this. I'm not as educated as you are, so I can't provide him with

a comprehensive education. I can only try my best to take care of his life." Despite the haste, the mother's answer

was still quite appropriate.
"It's the same. I worry so much, you worry so much too. These kids are all troublemakers; they come into this world

just to torment their parents." Mei Yu sighed with some emotion, then changed the subject and asked, "

While Xiao Yan was studying abroad, you couldn't take care of him. Was he able to manage on his own?" My mother

was taken aback when Mei Yu asked about studying abroad, so I quickly interjected, "Aunt Mei,

I'm doing quite well abroad. I've made many friends and even learned to cook for myself. Apart from less nagging from Mom

, there's really nothing I can't adapt to." My answer was just right, and I even added a touch of humor, which made Mei Yu

and her mother chuckle. My mother scolded me lightly, but her face beamed with joy.
"Gao Yan, which school did you attend in the US? What did you study?" Yang Naijin

asked curiously, and Mei Yu also looked at me with a questioning gaze, as if she was also interested in this topic.
Finally, they asked about it. I inwardly groaned. My mother's vanity was really getting to me.

Of all things to say, she had to say I'd returned from studying abroad. Didn't she think about what would happen if someone investigated my school

? I'd always held onto a侥幸心理 (a gambler's mentality), thinking I could get away with it. And her friends in

her weren't particularly interested, but I never expected Mei Yu and her mother to actually ask.
There was a silence in the room for about half a minute, but it felt like an hour. Mei Yu and

her mother looked at me with different expressions in their four flirtatious glances. Yang Naijin's eyes were simply filled with curiosity, while Mei Yu

's eyes, besides questioning, seemed to also want to see how I would answer. My mother tried to remain

calm , but her eyes betrayed her panic. I could feel the tip of her ankle boots anxiously tapping on my shoes;

she looked completely flustered.
Now it was my turn to speak. I answered in a calm and confident tone, "I completed my MBA at

Columbia and only returned to China this fall." "Wow, you graduated from Columbia! That's

a top-tier university! That's amazing!" Yang Naijin exclaimed in surprise, her eyes showing admiration for the first time. Mei Yu

also nodded in satisfaction, though I couldn't tell if she was pleased with my school or my answer.
I breathed a sigh of relief. Luckily, I reacted quickly enough; otherwise, I would have

been exposed in front of my mother's acquaintances. I didn't care about the empty title myself, but I couldn't let my mother lose face. The ankle boots

under lightly rubbed against my trouser leg a few times, as if my mother was expressing her approval.
However, I didn't know how I had come up with that answer. I just felt that

the name of the school suddenly popped into my head, and I was certain that I had never heard of

the . But the moment I said it, it was so natural, as if the name

had been lurking in my memory for a long time.
I thought I had finally gotten through this hurdle, but Mei Yu quickly turned to look at me, smiling, and

said , "Xiao Yan, your school has some of the best business and law schools in America. I have a senior who

went to Columbia University for his PhD after graduation and then stayed on to teach. He's a full professor now, teaching political

economy You must have taken his classes, right?" "We have classes in different departments, so the professors aren't

always the same. I wonder what the professor you're talking about is called, Aunt Mei. Maybe I've taken his classes." Mei Yu's

question was really sharp. I was already doing well just to be able to name a school, how could I possibly know a professor's

name ? I could only give her a vague answer.
"Oh, really? Professor Li Jifu is one of the top full professors in the political science department at Columbia University. There's no reason you

wouldn't know his name." Mei Yu's beautiful almond-shaped eyes were fixed on me, her gentle

gaze suddenly becoming incredibly sharp, as if she could see right through my head and read my thoughts. What was even more terrifying was that

I had no idea what she was asking.
In that instant, countless possible answers flashed through my mind, along with the possible

consequences of each. Should I pretend to remember the professor's name, or truthfully admit that I had forgotten? I only had

two paths to choose from, but each one could be wrong. Was Mei Yu testing whether I was lying,

or had she already set a trap for me to fall into?
On the surface, I pretended to be trying hard to remember, but inwardly I had no confidence whatsoever. Time was slipping away second

by second ; I couldn't delay any longer and had to make a decision quickly.
I clenched my fist, steeled my resolve, and decided to take the risk.
"I'm sorry, Aunt Mei, I really can't remember this professor. Perhaps he wasn't even at Columbia University when I enrolled

." After saying this, I put on my most sincere expression, smiling as I looked into Mei Yu's beautiful

eyes , but inside I was a little uneasy, unsure of Mei Yu's reaction. But I had already made up

my mind: if my answer affected my mother's reputation, I would immediately take her away from this place,

regardless of whether she was a wealthy socialite or a rich heiress.
Surprisingly, Mei Yu wasn't surprised by my answer, nor did she point out any

discrepancies. She simply said casually, "Is that so? That's possible. We haven't been in touch for so many years

; I might have misremembered." I never expected to pass so easily. I remained outwardly

calm my clenched hand under the table was sweating profusely. I silently breathed a sigh of relief, a sense of relief

washing over me. It was only then that my mother intervened, steer the conversation elsewhere. Mei Yu didn't pursue the topic

further , as if the test had ended with my successful completion. However, I

no longer dared to regard Mei Yu as an ordinary, virtuous wife and mother. This woman was indeed, as my mother had said, superior in both beauty and

wisdom , and adept at concealing her brilliance, making those who didn't know her lower their guard.

In reality, beneath her calm surface lay a turbulent undercurrent, and you could easily fall into it if you weren't careful.
Fortunately, Mei Yu didn't resort to her usual skillful and aggressive conversational tactics. Instead, she asked me and Yang Naijin about our impressions of each other with

great interest . I flashed a bright smile and described our relationship

as love at first sight. Yang Naijin, on the other hand, lowered her head shyly and remained silent. Actually, we had already

confided in each other on the way here. Yang Naijin honestly told me that she still couldn't forget that person, and I also

frankly stated that I wasn't considering a stable relationship for the time being. So, before entering the private room, we reached

a tacit understanding that , in order to give our families an explanation and to avoid their endless nagging, we would maintain

a superficial relationship for the time being, but we wouldn't interfere with each other's love lives in private.
My excellent "performance" with Yang Naijin successfully deceived the two beautiful women. My mother

was naturally very proud that she had achieved her goal by creating this opportunity. She kept asking Yang Naijin about her work and leisure time.

In contrast , Meiyu was much more reserved. She just smiled and watched me talk about her interactions with Yang Naijin.

After my mother interrogated her like a future daughter-in-law, she finally invited my mother and me to

visit . But what she looked like in her eyes was not so simple.
The meal ended in a relaxed and harmonious atmosphere. We all got up and left the private room. Just

then reappeared beside us. My mother was about to go to the front desk to pay the bill when Mei Yu stopped her with a smile.

The manager, all smiles, said, "Mr. Bai, no need for you to go to the trouble. We keep Mrs. Yang's VIP guests on the company's books

. We hope you are satisfied with our service." Mei Yu didn't say much to him, just

nodded , took my mother's arm, and gestured for us to leave. Behind us, we heard the manager's still humble farewell:

"Take care, esteemed guests. Welcome to visit again." We hadn't gone far when a phone rang urgently. The music

was the kind of piano solo I had heard before. I habitually glanced at Yang Naijin, but her attention was

focused on the mannequins in the shop window, completely unaware of the ringing. I was about to remind her

when I caught a glimpse of Mei Yu opening her handbag. She took out a small, exquisite Samsung phone from her black lambskin handbag

, its LED flashing... The lights and the louder ringtone confirmed that the call had

originated from here.
Mei Yu answered the phone softly, a

look . The person on the other end seemed to be someone she knew. After a few words, Mei Yu's expression suddenly

shifted from bright sunshine to a dark cloud. She listened to the other person speak for a few moments, then looked up at

us with some distress. Finally, she apologetically gestured to her mother, asking us to wait a moment.
Before her mother could answer, Mei Yu continued walking in another direction while still on the phone. We were in a circular corridor inside the square. Mei Yu stopped

about 100 meters away from the railing opposite us. From my angle, it looked like she was talking to someone on the phone. Although I couldn't hear what she was saying, judging from her hand gripping the railing tightly and the restless pacing of her high heels, the information coming from the phone was definitely not something to be happy about. 　　About ten minutes later, Mei Yu hung up the phone and walked back towards us. Although she still looked calm , I could tell that a turbulent undercurrent was brewing beneath the surface. She said apologetically , "Sister, Xiao Yan, I'm really sorry, something came up at home and I might have to go." My mother naturally wouldn't insist that she stay, and asked Mei Yu with concern what was wrong and if she needed any . Mei Yu didn't answer directly, only saying that she had some personal matters to attend to, politely declining my mother's offer. She urged Yang Naijin to leave as soon as possible. My mother also felt it wasn't appropriate to pry into other people's private affairs, so she gave a few instructions, told Yang Naijin to keep in touch with me, and then we parted ways with them. 　　Watching Mei Yu and her daughter go straight down the elevator, we slowly walked up the escalator to my mother's shop . My mother went in, gave a few instructions, and quickly came out. Only then did we go to the underground parking garage to get our car and go home. 　　"Stone, Mom didn't disappoint you today, did she? Xiao Jin is a really seize this opportunity." Mom started the X1 and said to me while controlling the steering wheel. 　　"Yeah, she's a good person at heart, just a bit spoiled." My gaze drifted aimlessly out the car window, but my mind was still thinking about the Chinese knot on Yang Naijin's phone and the story she had told me. 　　Yang Naijin grew up in a well-off family. Her privileged material conditions meant she never had to worry about money. Her highly educated parents provided her with a good upbringing. In particular, her mother, Mei Yu, was also an exceptionally accomplished woman, and she had extremely high expectations for her only daughter. According to Yang Naijin's own account, Mei Yu's strict demands on her daughter sometimes bordered on harsh. Not only did she require her to be academically superior to her peers, but she was also not allowed to relax in her spare time. Besides practicing piano, she was required to study traditional Chinese painting and calligraphy, and she was basically not allowed to go out and play. In addition, her family's financial situation was beyond the reach of most people. Before going to university, young Naijin had very few friends of similar age, let alone a romantic partner. 　　So, after entering university, Yang Naijin found herself slightly free from her mother 's control for the first time in her life. Her outstanding appearance immediately caused a sensation on campus, and she was quickly crowned the school's number one beauty. Not only were there countless suitors on campus, but many boys from other schools also came to admire her. These ardent suitors tried all sorts of tricks, but none of them could move Yang Naijin, who knew nothing about love. Instead, their pursuit annoyed her, and she firmly rejected them all. Soon, these defeated suitors gave her the nickname "Cold-Faced Goddess," but this also allowed her to get rid of some unnecessary troubles. 　　All of this continued until the first semester of her sophomore year, when she met En at a school debate competition. This slender boy with deep eyes captivated the judges and audience , and also moved Yang Naijin, who always thought she was among the best. What struck her most was that En didn't treat her like a typical college boy, either revering her like a goddess or wanting to conquer and possess her like a doll. He possessed a composure and calmness far beyond his years, always maintaining calmness and restraint in their interactions . He never hesitated to praise her excellence, and he never hesitated to criticize her indulged pride and arrogance. But this only made her look at En in a different light. Their relationship didn't progress very quickly, and it wasn't until the second semester of their sophomore year that they openly admitted to being each other's lovers. 　　In Yang Naijin's eyes, En was the male role model she had always admired and longed for. En's talent and ability did not disappoint her. He entered school a year earlier than Yang Naijin, and his mathematics department was among the top in the country. Those who could enter this major were all top students selected from thousands. En's grades had always been among the top three in the department. Although she knew from the side that En's family conditions were not ideal, and could even be said to be at the bottom of society , Yang Naijin always believed that with his talent and hard work, En would definitely have a bright future. 　　Just as she stepped into her junior year, filled with the joy of first love and beautiful dreams for the future, a sudden and devastating piece of news shattered all her dreams. En had died in an accident, and there was very little information or clues about the accident. Even the exact cause of En's death remained a mystery . The incident did not cause much of a stir on campus, where tens of thousands of people lived together. It was like a drop of water falling into a lake and creating ripples; the discussion was brief and quickly dissipated. Yang Naijin even mobilized her mother's channels in the judicial system to pursue the truth, but to no avail. It was as if an invisible wall blocked the truth, making it impossible to reach. 　　Since then, Yang Naijin has been unable to open her heart to any other man. Her mind is constantly filled with En's voice and smile. No matter if she meets more outstanding men in the future, none can compare to En, who gave her the most beautiful years of her life. She doesn't believe the outside world's assessment of the accident and refuses to accept that En is no longer alive, still holding onto the hope that he will one day return. 　　After graduating from university with a degree in journalism, she quickly joined the well-known domestic media group, *New Finance *. She poured all her energy and time into her work, striving to realize her long-held ideals: to pursue and discover the truth in the news, to speak out for the public and the vulnerable, and at the same time, to fill all her free time with work so that she would have no time to think about that unforgettable love. 　　All of this was observed and worried Mei Yu, who knew the whole story. Knowing her daughter's passionate and straightforward nature , she feared that her focus on work would delay her marriage. Therefore, she kept trying to introduce her to carefully selected young men. But just like my perfunctory attitude towards my mother, these potential partners were completely unappealing to Yang Naijin.

Thanks to this achievement, I had the opportunity to meet her today.
"Shitou, all little girls are like this. Don't be so stubborn. Sometimes you can lower your stance and

coax her. Girls need to be coaxed." My mother's earnest advice woke me from my reverie.
"Mom, you can't force matters of the heart. Just let things happen naturally. Don't be too anxious." My mother

had been nagging me incessantly since we got in the car, and I was almost tired of hearing it.
"Xiaojin is excellent in every way, and her family is well-off. You should work hard to marry her. You two will definitely be happy in the future,

and then I will be at ease." My mother continued to persuade me relentlessly. At this

moment, the car had already driven out of the underground parking garage, and after another turn, it would enter the main road. Suddenly, I saw two familiar figures on the side of the road in the square's

commercial street.
"Mom, pull over a bit." I quickly pointed to the right side of the car window for my mother to see. "Look,

aren't ?" Mom noticed them too. Mei Yu and her daughter, who had left 10 minutes earlier than us, were now

standing on the street not far from the square entrance. Yang Naijin kept waving for a taxi, but

the traffic was heavy, and every taxi that passed by

was already occupied. Mom quickly turned on her right turn signal and pulled over in front of them.
"Sister, why are you two still standing here? Didn't Xiao Jin drive you here today?"

Mom rolled down the window and asked curiously.
"Ugh, I'm so angry! How could something so unlucky happen?" Yang Naijin said, looking sullen. Mei

Yu raised her hand to stop her complaining and asked anxiously, "Sister, we have urgent business to attend to. Could you

give us a ride? It's hard to flag down a car here." My mother readily agreed. I quickly got out of the car and opened the back

door. Although the X1's chassis wasn't very high, both of them were wearing 7-centimeter heels. I gentlemanly

helped the mother and daughter into the car. Both of them had long, slender hands, but it was obvious

that Mei Yu's hands were much colder than her daughter's. After those four long, beautiful legs encased in black stockings were inside the car, Mei Yu

politely thanked me. I smiled and closed the car door for them.
In the car, Yang Naijin angrily told me that when she arrived this morning, there

were no parking spaces left in the underground garage. She temporarily parked in a secluded corner, left her business card with the property management

staff , and asked them to call to move the car if needed. Then she spent the whole morning with us and forgot

about the car. After we parted ways, the two of them went to the parking spot and found that the car had been

towed away by the traffic police, with only a penalty notice left on the ground. It
just so happened that Mei Yu was in a hurry to get to her errands, so the two of them had no choice but to run out of the street to hail a taxi,

which is why were so delayed. Luckily, I spotted the mother and daughter; otherwise, judging from the situation, it

would probably have taken them more than 20 minutes to catch an empty taxi.
"Sister, you're being too polite. You should have called me earlier when Xiao Jin's car was towed. How could I let

you go and hail a taxi?" the mother complained as she drove the X1 in the direction Mei Yu pointed out.
Through the rearview mirror, I could see Mei Yu staring

blankly . She quietly explained to her mother that she was sorry to disturb us, and then fell

silent. Her mother clearly noticed Mei Yu's unusual behavior and also stopped talking, focusing on driving.

Aside from the occasional casual conversation between Yang Naijin and me, the atmosphere in the car felt somewhat strange.
About an hour later, the X1 turned onto the main avenue where the Huahui District government offices were clustered. Finally, it stopped in

front of a tall, imposing building complex. The beige, Greek-style buildings were symmetrically arranged.

Two uniformed policemen stood guard in front of the dark blue fence, and two white marble lions stood menacingly at the entrance, baring their teeth and claws

at passersby. A sign above the entrance read "Huahui District People's Procuratorate, Huaihai City." Mei Yu didn't

say much, politely thanked us, and then hurriedly led Yang Naijin towards the building.
After watching them disappear behind the iron fence, my mother and I turned the car around and headed home.

My mother was also a little surprised by Mei Yu's unusual silence, but she knew Mei Yu was a very shrewd

woman who would never lose her composure, no matter how big the matter. She was someone who never showed her emotions. So what

happened must have been very serious for her, otherwise she wouldn't have acted so strangely just now. However, if

there were things she didn't want to say, it was difficult for others to hear them from her mouth, and my mother was helpless about it.
I considered several possibilities in my mind, but I rejected them all. I'm not usually

a busybody, but for some reason, I felt a sense of

curiosity and concern for Mei Yu and her mother, whom I had only met once. Perhaps it was because of Yang Naijin's beautiful yet cruel story, or perhaps it was because of Mei Yu's

gentle quiet almond-shaped eyes. I always felt that I had an inexplicable connection with them, a

feeling that was hard to explain in words.
"Shitou, we don't need to worry about Sister Mei and the others. Their family is quite powerful in the city. Xiaojin's

father is the CEO of a listed company with a market value of over 10 billion. There's nothing that can stump them

," Mom said, reassuring me when she saw how concerned I was.
"Company? What's the name of her father's company?" I asked casually, not really paying attention to Mom's words

.
"Hmm... I think it's something like Dong something, but I can't quite remember. I don't like remembering these things

—oh right, I remember the last two characters are 'construction'." Mom bit her lip, trying hard

to .
"Dong," "construction"—these words sounded familiar. I didn't know where I'd seen them before or

who I'd heard them from. My mind started flashing through many words and scenes like a slideshow. I tried to piece these

scattered fragments together to find a complete answer. Yes, I was sure I'd heard those words before, and

recently at that. It seemed like someone had said them.
"Oh, I remember now! Their company undertakes many government projects. The affordable

housing complex near our house was built by them, and they also have a large plot of land in our district to be developed!"

Mom exclaimed excitedly, patting the steering wheel as if she had found the answer.
"Affordable housing," "Happy Home," "our district," "land development"—I think I vaguely recognize these words...

I found a connection in the vocabulary:

where was the last time I heard about "land development"? A vivid image gradually surfaced in my mind.
A luxurious high-end hotel, a dimly lit and cramped room, the terrifying "VIPs," Wu Mi's cunning and treachery,

Lü Jiang's shrewdness and ruthlessness. I had overheard their secret conversation,

the political struggles and economic interests they discussed, and most importantly, the company they mentioned that was hindering their overall strategy—

the Lü Jiang was determined to eliminate. The name of the company was already clear.
"Dongfang Construction—yes, that's the name. Sister Mei's husband is the CEO of this company."

My mother finally came up with the answer, excited like a little girl, but I, sitting beside her, frowned deeply.
My mother's words further confirmed my suspicions. Just as I expected, Mei Yu's hasty

trip to the procuratorate must have been because a close relative was in trouble. Her husband, as the CEO of this company,

had long been a thorn in Lü Jiang's side. Judging from the current situation, Wu Mi's advice had worked;

Lü Jiang was likely targeting Mei Yu's husband. Although Mei Yu's family had considerable influence, they might not be a match for the Lü

brothers .
Last time in Lü Tian's hospital room, I heard Meng Lan say that Lü Jiang had been active outside recently. It seemed he had been

plotting how to deal with "Oriental Construction." His move this time would undoubtedly be ruthless and deadly.

How would Mei Yu's family respond to this long-planned assassination? Suddenly, images of Mei Yu and Yang Naijin's

captivating glances, each with their own unique charm, and Lü Jiang's predatory, hawk-like eyes flashed before my eyes. My heart suddenly felt heavy, and

I unconsciously clenched my fists tightly.

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