Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots
Chapter 870 - 118 Leave none behind_5

Chapter 870: 118 Leave none behind_5

Wuhen’s ointment was indeed effective. When Liu Limin got up the next day, she found the redness and swelling on her face had subsided significantly, leaving only faint pink marks as if she had applied rouge.

As she was looking in the mirror, Lady Fan rushed in, flustered, "Girl, girl! Wuhen, how did Wuhen leave?"

Liu Limin was taken aback, took the note from Lady Fan’s hands, and read the short eight words over and over, at least ten times.

"Enjoyed the wine, very pleased. Have departed, do not pine."

Clutching the note in her hand, Liu Limin muttered to herself, lost in thought. Lady Fan’s questioning and nagging seemed like clouds on the horizon, failing to draw any of her attention.

Meng Tong’s actions this time completely infuriated Liu Limin. During the last scheme, she simply turned the tables and taught them a lesson, not expecting that not only would they not repent, but they actually dared to strike again. To say that the punishment last time over the affair was too harsh—if there had been nothing untoward in the relationship between the two, Lin Yuan and the others wouldn’t have done much anyway. In the end, they only exposed the affair sooner than it would have otherwise been revealed.

But this time, she would show no mercy. Just as Young Master Wuhen had said, did such people still deserve her kindness?

Liu Limin wouldn’t admit that, to some extent, her actions against the Meng family were fueled by her grievances toward Wuhen’s unannounced departure. Blame it on the Meng family for choosing such a bad time to appear—they became the perfect target for Liu Limin’s venting.

For a merchant, the two most important things are the product and the customers. Ever since most of the brewers at Meng Family Wine House were poached by Liu Limin, the wine of the Meng family had never again tasted as good as it once had. Otherwise, the wine-loving Young Master Wuhen wouldn’t have followed Liu Limin every day begging for a drink.

With the decline in wine quality, the former loyal customers naturally drifted away. Liu Limin took the opportunity to win over several powerful clients. Among them were taverns in town and reputable wealthy families, all of whom became collaborators with Liu’s Brewery. Coupled with the wine supply for Fuman Building and its branches, Liu’s Brewery had developed into the second only to An Family Winehouse in these towns.

However, Liu Limin was not content with just this. Besides managing the business, she would immerse herself in the brewing room for long periods, either researching new varieties or discussing brewing techniques with the master brewers.

Lady Fan looked on at her daughter’s brewing obsession with a pained heart, knowing her daughter’s difficulty and plans like no other mother could.

In contrast to the rise of Liu’s Brewery, Meng Family Wine House was facing the dire situation of closing down. Regrettably, at this time the Head of the Meng Family, Meng Tong, was nowhere to be seen, leaving all the affairs of the house to be handled by the useless Meng Yuanjian.

This had Meng Yuanjian worried sick, seeing the business going from bad to worse, he rushed to find his father with a stack of ledgers.

Yet, after searching every concubine’s room, he found no trace of his father. Just as he was breaking out into a cold sweat, a Maid whispered something embarrassingly to him. Meng Yuanjian’s eyes lit up, and he hurried to the place the Maid had mentioned, growing more puzzled as he went—what was his father doing in the Protector’s rooms?

When he arrived at the Protectors’ quarters, he saw over a dozen men crowded at the windows, peering into a room, exchanging lewd comments as they watched.

"What are you doing?" At the sound of Meng Yuanjian’s shout, the Protectors scattered with exclamations of surprise.

"Hmph, with the Family Head absent, all you know is slacking off!" Muttering under his breath, Meng Yuanjian remembered the Maid’s words and headed towards the room, but as he did, he heard moans that reddened his face.

No wonder those Protectors were reluctant to leave—they were watching a Live Sex performance!

Meng Yuanjian’s expression turned awkward. Without even having to look, he knew his father had taken a fancy to another Maid and couldn’t wait to bed her right there and then.

He remembered the last time he’d interrupted his father and been scolded. He dared not inquire about business matters anymore and turned to leave.

But he had barely taken two steps when he heard his father’s unrestrained scream, "Ah, ah! More! Harder! Faster!"

This was like thunder striking him, leaving him momentarily paralyzed on the spot. God, when had his father started liking men? Clearly, it was the man on the bottom! And with a Protector from their own house! While so many watched!

Meng Tong had already declined to the point of neglect, Meng Yuanjian knew only to gamble and play with crickets, and Meng Chunyan, after the humiliation in the street that day, had never left her room again. It was said that she was traumatized, claiming to be dirty whenever she saw anyone. Madam Meng was both heartbroken and anxious, sending out matchmakers to plead for her daughter’s marriage prospects.

The Meng Family Wine House was now barely keeping afloat, and no one knew how much longer it could last. Years ago, when the Meng Family Wine House used underhand methods to force competitors to close down, they never imagined they would face such a day themselves. Alas, it’s unfortunate; now, Meng Tong spent his days only with different men, completely uninterested in anything else—if he hadn’t been, he would surely die of rage.