The ladies initially looked at each other in confusion, a storm of thoughts churning within their hearts. Without even taking their pulse, she had just discerned their ailments with a glance? Though she didn’t name names, wasn’t she obviously referring to them? This truly was the work of a Divine Doctor, and in an instant, their expressions filled with joy. Then, casting aside their restraint, they stretched out their hands and snatched up the several packets of medicinal tea.
"I have a rapport with Zeze, and since you’re all Yuan Mengzhu’s friends, you’re not strangers to me. If the tea proves helpful, have Yuan Mengzhu let me know, and I’ll prepare some more for everyone..." Yang Ruxin might not have enjoyed socializing, but she certainly knew how to navigate it. Her ability to charm was second to none; pleasing a few middle-aged women was hardly a challenge.
All she had to do was cater to their interests.
What interests women the most? Naturally, their appearance. The desire to look beautiful exists even in eighty-year-old grandmothers, and women of this age often suffer from one gynecological issue or another—it’s just that it’s usually too embarrassing to discuss openly.
Everyone silently conveyed their gratitude to Yuan Mengzhu.
Yet everyone noticed that Yang Ruxin hadn’t offered Yuan Mengzhu or Cai Wenjuan any medicinal tea, but it wasn’t thought appropriate to raise the issue.
While Yuan Mengzhu felt somewhat uncomfortable, she thought since her son had been cured, why fuss over a little medicinal tea? Hence, there was no change in her demeanor. Cai Wenjuan cared even less, as, after all, Yang Ruxin had supported her younger sister’s face.
Yang Ruxin, of course, noticed everyone’s emotional changes, but she pretended not to.
The ladies were all quite talkative, especially Cai Wenjuan, who had a forthright nature, occasionally bursting into hearty laughter.
Just then, several people walked in slowly from outside. A woman in luxurious attire led the group, walking straight over: "I could hear Yuan sister’s laughter from afar. Mengzhu, what’s so amusing?" She seemed to be very familiar with Yuan Mengzhu.
The previously beaming smile on Yuan Mengzhu’s face gradually faded, leaving only a polite standard smile: "Madam Dai has arrived, please have a seat." Then she introduced her to everyone.
The rest of the group also came up to say hello, complimenting Dai Xiyan on her beauty among other things.
Chen Family was very enthusiastic, chatting and joking with everyone, which quickly livened up the room.
However, when Dai Xiyan faced others, her smile was coy and charming, but whenever she looked at Yang Ruxin, her eyes seemed ready to shoot fire.
It was only then that Yang Ruxin realized that this Miss Dai’s father was the County Magistrate of Baimu County, holding a rank equal to Fang Dehua. No wonder she acted so haughtily.
But if she didn’t even regard a prince highly, why would she care about a mere county magistrate? And she certainly wouldn’t pay much attention to Dai Xiyan.
"Mengzhu, with the old master’s birthday approaching, why have you invited just anyone?" Chen Family glanced at Yang Ruxin, "Some people are simply not fit for our company." She was only parroting what Dai Xiyan had complained about, having no idea of Yang Ruxin’s true status. Fang Tiangang had previously told her that Yang Ruxin was just a village girl, so she assumed that Yang Ruxin was simply trying to climb the social ladder and did not speak to her with much courtesy.
Everyone present was shrewd and instantly realized whom she was referring to. Their expressions subtly changed in that moment.