<h4>Chapter 157: Feels Fake</h4>


    Trantor: Henyee Trantions Editor: Henyee Trantions


    Min Yu leaned back into the chairzily. The lighting from overhead scattered on his perfect features and made his face glow in the light. He asked Zhuo Yun a question instead. “Isn’t tea meant to be drunk?”


    Zhuo Yun pursed his lips and said, “But Old Master has been saving this tea for decades. If you steal it, isn’t he going to flip?”


    Steal?


    Min Yu gave him an indifferent nce and said unhurriedly, “Then don’t let him find out. Since he has been collecting it for decades, he can continue doing it for another few decades.”


    Zhuo Yun touched the tip of his nose and paid obeisance to his master. His master was undoubtedly brilliant!


    “I’ll send someone over tonight.”


    “Mhm,” replied Min Yu gently.


    Zhuo Yun held his phone and kept thinking about the dozens of boxes of nerve-soothing incense he had just ordered. He had no idea why but he felt somewhat uneasy. He could not help looking at Min Yu and asked him in a hesitant voice. “Yu, did Miss Huo really buy the incense from this online shop?”


    Even Old Mr. Pei had said that Huo Yao’s incense was priceless. The one sold online went at $299 per box. No, correction, the shop owner offered them a buy one get one free discount since they were buying so many of them... In hindsight, Zhuo Yun found that this incense felt fake.


    Min Yu prodded the sandalwood incense on the side and replied nonchntly. “Mhm.”


    Zhuo Yun scratched his head. He bought Min Yu’s words and continued. “The shop owner will ship it tomorrow. I told him to send it by air, so you’ll probably receive it by the day after.”


    “Okay. Just deal with it,” said Min Yu airily.


    Zhuo Yun nced at Min Yu. Something sounded strange here. But Zhuo Yun did not detect anything amiss.


    He was probably overthinking the matter.


    **


    Country M.


    Tong Yu spotted Huo Tingrui at the arrival gate shortly after he disembarked and waved at him.


    Tong Yu was Huo Xiang’s agent.


    “Tingrui,” said Tong Yu as he smiled and bowed to Huo Tingrui. Then he helped him with the luggage and continued. “I’m so sorry that you had to make a trip toe here.”


    “It’s fine. How’s Huo Xiang doing?” asked Huo Tingrui with a grave expression.


    “Not... not too good,” said Tong Yu bitterly. He inhaled deeply and continued. “Let’s talk in the car.”


    “Okay.”


    Huo Tingrui walked out of the airport and got into the car with Tong Yu.


    “What happened?” asked Huo Tingrui.


    “A few months ago, Xiang identally hurt his spine during a live performance. We didn’t pay much attention to it and thought it was fine. Xiang got hurt again during practice sometimeter. It was during a checkup at the hospital that we learned he had already hurt his nerves badly during the previous ident...”


    Tong Yu wiped his face and said in a jittery voice, “He could recover if it was simply nerve damage, but we were careless and caused the injury to aggravate. We visited a lot of hospitals after that but they all came up with the same conclusion. He can no longer perform on stage or even do any strenuous physical activity, else the consequences are unthinkable. Huo Xiang was born for the stage. If he gives it up, it’s as good as suicide.”


    Huo Tingrui went silent for a while.


    He knew this brother well. Huo Xiang adored performing ever since he was a kid. He had gone against the family’s objection. He broke into the entertainment industry on his own, and became a top celebrity without relying on any connection. Naturally, he had faced a lot of hardship during this time.