After Mr. Xiang divorced, the president regretted it

The afterglow of the setting sun poured into the room through the French windows, casting a golden halo on the floor. Xiang Mei knocked on the door gently, and only pushed it open after getting permission. Yan Jin was sitting by the window reading a book. When she saw her coming in, she raised her eyes slightly, her eyes calm and peaceful, as if the girl in front of her had nothing to do with her.

Sister Xiang took a deep breath, walked to Yan Jin, handed over the light blue envelope in her hand, and whispered: "Sister-in-law, I'm sorry, this is the letter I wrote to you, I hope you can take a look."

Yan Jin didn't reach out to take it, but just glanced at it calmly, her tone so calm that no emotion could be heard: "Write a letter? Why don't you say it in person?"

"I..." Xiang Mei bit her lower lip and mustered up the courage to meet Yan Jin's gaze. "There are some things that I'm afraid I can't say in person."

Yan Jin was silent for a moment, but finally took the letter. The envelope exuded a faint scent of jasmine, which was her favorite scent. The handwriting on the letter was beautiful and neat, and it could be seen that the writer was very attentive. Yan Jin read it word by word, and those details that she had deliberately ignored and those grievances that she had suppressed in her heart were all evoked by this sincere apology letter, causing ripples in her heart.

The letter was not long, but every word was sincere, full of regret and self-blame. Xiang Mei wrote about how she was spoiled by her family and ignorant since she was a child, her misunderstanding and prejudice against Yan Jin, and her current deep reflection and determination to change.

After reading the last word, Yan Jin closed the letter and cast a deep gaze on Xiang Mei's face. After a long while, he slowly spoke: "How do you want to change?"

Xiang Mei didn't expect Yan Jin to react like this. She originally thought she would see anger, disdain, or even disregard, but she didn't expect such a calm tone, which made her even more uneasy. But she still tried to calm down and answered seriously: "I will prove it with my actions."

Yan Jin put down the letter in his hand, his eyes fell on Xiang Mei's slightly nervous face, and said lightly: "Action? I hope your action is not just a momentary enthusiasm."

Xiang Mei could hear the doubt in Yan Jin's words, but she did not refute it. She just nodded firmly: "I will prove it to you with time."

The next morning, when Yan Jin got up early as usual to prepare breakfast, she was surprised to find that there was already a burst of fragrance coming out of the kitchen. Xiang Mei was wearing an apron and was busy frying eggs, with beads of sweat on her forehead.

"Sister-in-law, are you awake?" Xiang Mei smiled a little embarrassedly when she saw Yan Jin, "I... I'm still practicing, so it might not taste very good..."

Yan Jin didn't say anything, just quietly watching Xiang Mei's busy figure. The eldest daughter of the Xiang family, who used to be a master of housework, is now clumsily learning these trivial housework to make up for her mistakes. Even the cold-hearted Yan Jin couldn't help but be moved by this change.

In the following days, Xiang Mei became a different person. She got up before dawn every day to prepare breakfast for the whole family. She was clumsy at first, but gradually became proficient. She would also take time to help the servants clean the house, tidy up the garden, and even take the initiative to take care of the pets at home.

Although Yan Jin still seemed indifferent to Xiang Mei on the surface, she was observing all this silently. She found that Xiang Mei was not being perfunctory or acting, but was really trying to change and make up for the mistakes she had made.

Sometimes, Yan Jin would work in the study until late at night, and Xiang Mei would knock on her door with a cup of hot milk and whisper, "Sister-in-law, go to bed early."

Yan Jin took the milk and looked at the sincerity in Xiang Mei's eyes. The ice in her heart seemed to begin to melt slowly. She knew that once some damage was done, it would be difficult to completely erase it, but at least she saw Xiang Mei's efforts and felt her sincerity.

That night, Xiang Mei prepared a sumptuous dinner, all of which were Yan Jin's favorite dishes. While eating, Xiang Mei asked cautiously, "Sister-in-law, do the dishes I cooked suit your taste?"

Yan Jin picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs and tasted it carefully. This was a dish she had taught Xiang Mei to cook before, but at that time, Xiang Mei's attitude towards her was full of disdain and rejection. But now, this dish seemed to have a different taste, which was...

"Tomorrow, I want to go to the bookstore..." Xiang Mei's voice interrupted Yan Jin's thoughts.

"Bookstore?" Yan Jin put down his chopsticks and looked at her with some confusion, "Why do you suddenly want to go to the bookstore?"

Xiang Mei's cheeks flushed slightly, and she said a little embarrassedly: "I want to buy a few... cookbooks."

Yan Jin was slightly startled, then understood what she meant. During this period of time, Xiang Mei has been working hard to learn how to cook. From being clumsy at the beginning to gradually getting better now, she has put in a lot of effort.

"Okay." Yan Jin responded calmly without saying anything more.

The next day, Xiang Mei got up early and went to the bookstore excitedly. She carefully selected the cookbooks in the cooking section, and finally chose a few recipes with good reviews, and returned home satisfied.

From that day on, Xiang Mei's enthusiasm for learning increased. She would take time out every day to study recipes and try to make all kinds of new dishes. The kitchen often wafted with all kinds of tempting aromas, and even the servants at home couldn't help but exclaim: "The eldest lady's cooking skills are getting better and better!"

That night, Yan Jin came home from get off work and smelled a strong fragrance as soon as she entered the door. She walked into the restaurant and saw a table full of delicious dishes, including a steamed sea bass, the fish meat was white and tender, and it was drizzled with sauce, and the aroma was fragrant.

"This is..." Yan Jin looked at Xiang Mei with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"This is a new dish I learned today. Please try it and see if it suits your taste." Xiang Mei looked at Yan Jin nervously, expecting her evaluation.

Yan Jin picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of fish and put it in his mouth, savoring it carefully. The fish was tender and delicious, and the sauce tasted just right, without a trace of fishy smell, but with a light fragrance that made people linger.

"Is it delicious?" Xiang Mei asked impatiently.

Yan Jin put down his chopsticks, looked at Xiang Mei, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, "Mm, it's delicious."

Hearing Yan Jin's affirmation, Xiang Mei's eyes suddenly lit up and a bright smile appeared on her face.

Yan Jin's affirmation was no less than the warm sunshine in winter to Xiang Mei, instantly dispelling the haze in her heart for many days. She knew that this "delicious" was not only an evaluation of the dish, but also a recognition of her efforts. A seed called hope quietly sprouted in Xiang Mei's heart.

In the following days, Xiang Mei prepared dinner for Yan Jin in various ways. From home-cooked stir-fries to exquisite desserts, she put her heart and soul into every dish. Yan Jin was no longer like before, always eating in silence and returning to her room. She began to take the initiative to chat with Xiang Mei about some family matters, and occasionally made some suggestions on the dishes.

"Today's soup was a little overcooked. We can try it next time..."

"This sweet and sour pork ribs, I remember you loved it when you were a child. I'll teach you how to make it tomorrow."

These seemingly ordinary conversations were like a stream of warm currents, melting the thick ice between the two. Xiang Mei was delighted to find that Yan Jin's eyes were no longer as cold as before, but were replaced by a complex emotion, like relief and nostalgia.

That day, Yan Jin came home from get off work and saw Xiang Mei sitting in front of her phone with a frown on her face and a distressed look on her face.

"What's wrong?" Yan Jin asked with concern.

"I'm looking at a recipe, but..." Xiang Mei hesitated, seeming to find it difficult to speak.

"What's the recipe? Let me see." Yan Jin walked to her side and took the phone naturally.

On the mobile phone screen were the steps for making a French dessert. The picture was exquisite and tempting, but the steps were extremely complicated. No wonder Xiang Mei was having trouble.

Yan Jin browsed through it carefully, then put down her phone and said to Xiang Mei, "This dessert is indeed a bit complicated, but I have learned some French dessert recipes before, so I can teach you."

Xiang Mei raised her head in surprise and looked at Yan Jin, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.

"Really? That's great!"

Yan Jin smiled slightly, stood up and walked towards the kitchen: "Let's go, let's start by preparing the ingredients..."

Seeing Yan Jin busy at work, Xiang Mei felt warm in her heart. She knew that if she wanted to make up for her past mistakes, she would need to make more efforts. But she believed that as long as she persisted, one day, their relationship would be able to return to the past, or even be closer than before.

At this moment, Xiang Yu called, and his tone was solemn: "Little sister, there is news from Doctor Chen, he said..."