Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart-Chapter 635 - 634: What Does Forgiveness Have to Do With Reason?

Chapter 635: Chapter 634: What Does Forgiveness Have to Do With Reason?

At this moment, the man chatting with Minister Huang is Soy Abel, and standing beside him is his younger daughter, Nishi Abel.

The words Soy was speaking were nothing new; Lin Nianhe had heard them dozens of times from different people over the past few days, and she even knew how Minister Huang would respond to him.

But she was still very interested—because the Abel family wasn’t originally on the list of exchanges; they tagged along with another company for this opportunity.

The unarmed Minister Huang seemed to be in a good mood. During the Trade Fair, there would always be one or two people not on the list visiting him, and he had long grown accustomed to this, handling it with a gentle smile.

Lin Nianhe, on the side, listened and watched, and her onlooker’s intuition told her that Soy had to have an ulterior motive for pushing his way through just to get familiar with Minister Huang.

She was so focused on looking for drama that she didn’t even notice the odd look in Nishi’s eyes as she watched her.

Soy was taking his time getting to the point, and Minister Huang was getting impatient. Just as he was about to suggest leaving, Soy suddenly turned to Lin Nianhe, who had been at his side all along: "This must be Miss Lin, right? I feel ashamed to say, my daughter caused you a lot of trouble at the Spring Trade Fair, so I specifically brought her here to apologize to you."

Lin Nianhe: "...?"

She was just bored at work and wanted to enjoy the drama; was she the owner of the very field this drama was playing out in?

Lin Nianhe had countless retorts in her mind, but she already put on a formulaic smile.

She turned her head to look at Minister Huang, and indeed, she saw a hint of killing intent in his smile.

"Hm? What did you say? Are you referring to Miss Nishi insisting that I accompany her in negotiations at the Spring Trade Fair and trying to offer a 3% price increase to make me breach a contract? I can’t remember a thing about it!"

Soy: "..."

She couldn’t even be bothered to feign ignorance.

Lin Nianhe wasn’t too lazy to pretend to be confused, she simply had a personal grievance.

Finding herself the target of the drama, her resentment was as heavy as Sadako crawling out of the well.

Lin Nianhe’s frankness was too much for Soy to handle.

Nishi, however, was filial, taking a half step forward to take the scolding for her father: "Lin Nianhe, that incident... it was my fault, I apologize to you."

Lin Nianhe was never the kind of person to hold a grudge when she was in the right.

She held grudges without reason too.

Seeing Nishi’s reluctant and pressured gesture of bowing her head, Lin Nianhe kindly said: "Look at you, making such a fuss over such a small matter. I’m not that fussy, don’t overthink it, we’ll have plenty of time in the future."

No fuss, don’t overthink, plenty of time in the future.

She didn’t even mention the word "forgive".

Everyone present was shrewd; no one would take her smile for her actual mood.

Soy didn’t originally care about the squabble between the youngsters.

But seeing that the Abel family was facing difficulties in Paris, and Lin Nianhe had been seen coming and going with Minister Huang these past few days... he panicked. That’s why he pulled strings and called in a favor, hoping to get Lin Nianhe to let go of the Spring Trade Fair incident in front of Minister Huang.

He really didn’t expect that with the boss standing right next to him, this young lady would still be so unforgiving.

What he didn’t anticipate even more was that Minister Huang, who should have been the last to make a statement, actually spoke up.

"Hahaha, let the youngsters sort out their own matters. A little scuffle is perfectly normal. If adults intervene, then it spoils the fun."

As his translator relayed these words, Soy’s lips trembled involuntarily.

The Foreign Trade Department Minister, even with a smile, exuded an intimidating presence.

Soy instinctively pulled Nishi back behind him, continuously nodding in agreement: "Yes, I understand."

Lin Nianhe, meanwhile, hadn’t forgotten her duty and turned to Minister Huang to translate: "He says he understands."

Minister Huang smiled kindly.

He took the initiative to extend his hand and shook Soy’s for a moment before leaving with Nianhe.

After walking some distance away, he asked, "Nianhe, what exactly is going on between you and her family?"

He remembered that at the Spring Trade Fair, Nianhe had some conflict with Nishi, but since it didn’t affect the fair, he hadn’t inquired further.

With all the busyness at the time, he had forgotten to ask what it was all about.

Nianhe told him honestly, "She said, ’Huaxia people really don’t know how to do business.’"

It wasn’t easy for her; after half a year, she didn’t get a single word wrong.

Minister Huang’s face fell instantly: "What did she say? Looking down on us yet still wanting to do business with us?"

These words struck right at Minister Huang’s pride, and he was so angry that his face turned white.

Nianhe hurried to calm him down: "Uncle Huang, please calm down, calm down. Such a trivial matter surely doesn’t warrant you taking action. Why use a butcher’s cleaver to kill a chicken? I can handle it, really." ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

"What do you plan to do?" Minister Huang’s fists clenched with a crackling sound.

Of course, he knew it wasn’t good for him to do anything to them; he represented the Foreign Trade Department, and to lay hands on a foreign merchant rashly could lead to unpredictable consequences.

"Um, I actually haven’t really done anything to them..."

Nianhe swore that other than tripping up Nishi at the Spring Trade Fair and causing her to miss out on many goods, she really hadn’t done anything else.

The Abel family’s current plight could only be because they were opposing the Child of Fate.

Of course, Nianhe wasn’t the patient type; it was mainly due to her reach being too short, and wanting to do something was truly difficult.

On their way to the next meeting, Nianhe recounted her confrontation with Nishi at the Spring Trade Fair to Minister Huang in as much detail as she could.

"Nianhe," Minister Huang stopped suddenly after listening, taking a deep sigh, "working with foreigners is not easy."

His voice was not loud, audible only to Nianhe.

Nianhe’s eyes shimmered slightly, seeing Uncle Huang, who always stood tall and firm outside, reveal a bit of world-weariness, and her heart ached involuntarily.

He must really be tired; in just half a year, he had gotten twice as much white hair as before.

But he couldn’t stop, he was like a pillar of the Foreign Trade Department, holding up the sky for them younger ones with his calloused hands worn from gun handles.

In fact, she knew that Uncle Huang’s temper was much more volatile than hers; she often felt like flipping tables, and naturally, it wasn’t easy for him either.

"Uncle Huang..."

Just as Nianhe was about to say something, Minister Huang had already lost his previously pensive expression, revealing a kind smile once again, as if all Nianhe’s thoughts were just an illusion.

"What’s the next item? Give it here for me to look at... Nianhe, be careful with how you handle things with them. It won’t look good if things blow up, you know?"

Nianhe was somewhat bewildered, responding subconsciously, "Yeah, I know."

"That’s right."

Minister Huang quickly finished reviewing the meeting materials and strode into the conference room with his head held high and chest out.

Nianhe was a step behind.

Looking at Uncle Huang’s graying hair, she remembered that Uncle Huang was a few years older than Comrade Old Lin from her family.

"Xiao Lin, what are you dazing for? Come in!"

The secretary stood by the door and called Nianhe in softly.

"Oh, I’m coming."

Nianhe snapped back to her senses and jogged into the conference room.

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