That day.
Sheng Mumu had just gotten out of bed when she received an enormous piece of good news.
The lawyer sent her a message:
"Ms. Sheng, with the retrieved WeChat chat records and bank transfer records, Sheng Lei has a very good chance of winning this lawsuit. If he wins, it's estimated that he would receive repayment and compensation totaling 1,229,436.46 yuan."
The lawyer was very professional, maintaining professional rigor amidst confidence. He didn't make any overly optimistic claims.
But when Sheng Mumu saw this string of numbers, she was completely awake, overwhelmed with joy.
She rubbed her eyes and carefully counted again.
She didn't get it wrong - it was over a million.
Awesome.
She didn't expect the accumulated amount to be so much.
Probably enough for three private jet trips.
It really came right when she needed it.
She was just thinking of establishing the Yueji Flower House lifestyle brand, and now money was about to come in.
Too great.
She still hadn't paid back the 2 million she owed Qi Mo, and she really felt bad about writing him another IOU.
That evening when she got off work from the flower shop, she thought about how Qi Mo was away on a business trip and no one was home, and Qi Shaobai had a late self-study session so he wouldn't be back until late. She gave Su Tingran, who was often home alone, a call.
Ten minutes later, the two appeared at the entrance of a popular local Sichuan restaurant with long lines.
While waiting in line for their number to be called, Sheng Mumu told her about her idea of starting a sub-brand.
"Mumu, you want to start a company?" After listening to her, Su Tingran asked in surprise.
Sheng Mumu nodded and then shook her head, explaining:
"Not starting a company, a sub-brand. Yueji currently does online flower delivery business, we already have a company. Starting a sub-brand is like having a child - one parent raising two kids."
With this explanation, Su Tingran understood and laughed:
"Then you'd better hire more nannies, otherwise you'll definitely be overwhelmed."
Sheng Mumu sighed, her cheeks puffed out, and she looked at the passing crowd in the mall with melancholy.
"Yeah, but business partners are not so easy to find."
Su Tingran: "Isn't President Qi ready-made?"
Sheng Mumu shook her head: "Him? Forget it."
How would he be interested in her little venture?
"When the brand is successfully established, and becomes nationally renowned where one thinks of Yueji when ordering fresh flowers, maybe then I could seek his investment." Sheng Mumu smiled, "Of course, right now that's still just a dream."
She was still tens of thousands of miles away from her envisioned goal.
"It's not just a dream." Su Tingran said, "I think you can do it."
Sheng Mumu was so moved she hugged Su Tingran's arm.
"Tingran, you're so nice, you really know how to encourage people."
The two laughed.
Suddenly, she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket.
Checking it,
it was a message from Qin Jiamu:
"Little Mumu, are you free tonight? Want to go racing cars?"
Qin Jiamu was 9 years older than Sheng Mumu. Now 37 years old, because both their names contained "mu", Qin Jiamu would address her as "Little Mumu" like addressing a younger sister.
Before knowing Qin Jiamu's real age, Sheng Mumu had always guessed she was also a stepmother like herself.
It was only when they met up to go racing cars that they happened to chat about it, and she found out that Qin Jiamu was actually so much older than her.
Sheng Mumu simply couldn't believe it.
Judging only by Qin Jiamu's face and figure, there were no visible signs of age.
What she admired most was that Qin Jiamu was never anxious about her age, but was instead carefree and confident - a beautiful, charming lady whom anyone would like upon interacting with her.
Sheng Mumu's eyes lit up, "Tingran, are you free later? Want to go racing cars?"
"Ah? Racing cars? Video arcade or real cars?" Su Tingran was confused for a moment, "Or real cars?"
"Pfft~" Sheng Mumu laughed, "Of course real cars, it's really fun, come on, let's go together."
And so, the hot pot restaurant check-in trip changed on the spot into a rich lady tea party.
After racing four or five laps on the private track, Sheng Mumu was evenly matched with Qin Jiamu.
Su Tingran didn't dare drive, and took turns sitting in the passenger seat, frightened pale and grabbing the handle after just three laps, repeatedly saying "I'm done" and going to watch from the sidelines.
In the final lap, Sheng Mumu won by a slight edge.
According to their prior agreement, the loser Qin Jiamu would treat them to dessert.
As Sheng Mumu drank avocado yogurt, she told Qin Jiamu about her entrepreneurial troubles.
Unexpectedly, as soon as Qin Jiamu heard, she became interested at once, "I'm a ready-made partner right here."
Sheng Mumu's eyes widened: "Really?"
The two chatted for over an hour, ordering wave after wave of desserts.
The more they talked, the more starting a sub-brand seemed promising.
By the end, they were almost ready to sign a contract on the spot.
Listening on the side, although Su Tingran didn't understand, she was also caught up in the excitement:
"Mumu, Sis Jiamu, you two are so amazing. I used to think the business world was a battlefield for men, but now that notion is completely gone. Turns out women can also have grand aspirations, and don't have to be confined to household affairs all day."
The two Mus smiled at her.
Su Tingran thought of herself, and her expression faltered for a moment, a hint of inferiority surfacing in her heart.
Looking at them, then back at herself, she felt that just dealing with household chores and trivial matters every day was really shameful.
Sheng Mumu keenly sensed Su Tingran's discomfort, and gently smiled:
"Who says doing business is grand aspirations, and taking care of family is just household affairs?"
Su Tingran looked up at her blankly.
Sheng Mumu smiled, "Women who devote themselves to taking care of their family and educating their children are no less than career women. They have gentle feminine power, tolerance, and wisdom that others cannot match."
Su Tingran was quite moved to hear their words - she had never thought that the things she did every day were just as amazing in Sheng Mumu's eyes as pursuing a career.
The hint of inferiority had already vanished without a trace.
Transforming into endless energy, brewing in her heart.
"We should all work hard, regardless of what path we choose."
"Mm!"
"Mmhmm!"
