Business Is Business, Friendship Is Friendship

Victor Yun’s enthusiasm made Serena calm down. As Victor kept yielding, Serena’s face stayed composed but her brow furrowed with worry.

"Serena? Are you alright?" Victor Yun asked, feeling a bit frustrated—was she regretting her decision?

Serena’s face grew serious as she shook her head. “Victor, is there really such a huge market and profit for Serena’s Prenatal Formula?”

Victor kept talking up Serena’s Prenatal Formula like it was some miracle—Serena worried his words would mislead people.

“Of course there is!” Victor Yun replied without hesitation. “I thought you were worried about something else, but it turns out you’re anxious about profit? Don’t worry—if we lose money, the Young Clan will cover it. If we make money, you get eighty percent. With Imperial Noble Consort Helena Hsieh as precedent, any household with a pregnant woman and an unstable fetus will pay any price for their child’s sake.”

Only then did Victor Yun remember—Serena was still young and had never done business before. Of course she’d be uneasy.

“No, I’m not worried about making money. I’m worried about the medicine’s actual effects. Serena’s Prenatal Formula is just nutritional support for the mother and child—it’s not as magical as you make it sound, and it doesn’t have true miscarriage-prevention efficacy.” Serena’s formula was far better than the overpriced, useless tonics sold on the market, but that didn’t mean it could guarantee both mother and baby’s safety.

Serena worried that the prenatal formula might cause medical disputes. If that happened, the Young Clan’s reputation would be ruined. Medicine wasn’t like other trades—it concerned life and death. Once a name was destroyed, neither the Young Clan nor Serena herself could survive in the medical world.

As a doctor, Serena cherished her reputation fiercely.

Hearing this, Victor Yun sobered up, dropping his excitement. He explained seriously, “Serena, you can rest assured about that. The Young Clan never sells fake or harmful medicine. As long as we guarantee our formula is genuinely effective and don’t exaggerate its claims, we’re being honest with our patients and ourselves.”

Just like our Young Clan’s Rongyang Pill—our pill is absolutely reliable, with top-quality ingredients and efficacy. But we never claim that every user will be free of illness or forever youthful.

Just as you said: we’re selling prenatal medicine that gives nutrition to mother and fetus, just to help the baby grow healthier. It’s not a miscarriage-prevention drug, nor a life-saving medicine. Even true miscarriage-prevention drugs can’t guarantee every fetus is saved. So you don’t need to worry—just make sure your formula is genuinely good for the baby.

Making medicine is about conscience. The Young Clan’s medicines sell for higher prices than others, but their business is better for a reason—they never use inferior materials.

Serena finally relaxed, smiling. “You’re right—I was overthinking. As long as I ensure every bottle works, I’ll be fine. I may hate trouble, but I’m not afraid of it.”

If outsiders exaggerate, that’s their business—as long as the sellers don’t. With that sorted, Serena stopped worrying and focused on contract terms and profit sharing with Victor Yun. He gave her a generous offer, but she wanted a different split.

Business is business, friendship is friendship—everything must be in writing. Serena insisted on clauses forbidding exaggerated advertising, with the Young Clan fully liable for violations.

On profit distribution, Serena explained: she’d provide all finished medicine, handle all costs, and the Young Clan would only handle sales—for a ten percent cut.

Serena’s real goal was to hide the prenatal formula’s origin, but Victor Yun saw it as protecting her secret recipe. As someone raised in the pharmacy trade, he understood—if the formula leaked, Serena would lose her edge.

Ten percent may sound low, but it’s actually richer than an eighty-twenty split after costs. Victor Yun quickly agreed, asking only that for the next three years, all of Serena’s Prenatal Formula be sold exclusively through Young Family Pharmacies.

Serena never planned to sell it herself or partner with anyone else. If the Young Clan ever cheated her, she’d just stop supplying. Silver is nice to earn, but if not, so be it.

Serena and Victor Yun carefully reviewed every clause in the contract. After confirming there were no hidden traps, Serena stamped it with her handprint, and Victor Yun affixed the Young Clan head’s seal.

Victor Yun may be the official heir, but in reality he already runs the Young Clan.

After signing, Victor Yun didn’t hesitate to ask Serena for a three-month supply for his mother. Serena agreed with a smile. When Victor mentioned payment, they both realized they’d forgotten to set a price in the contract.

Uh…

“We’ll draft a supplementary contract.” As a merchant, Victor Yun felt embarrassed to make such a rookie mistake.

Serena quickly found an excuse—she’d never done business before, so it made sense she didn’t know.

“Serena, how do you plan to set the price? And is all your medicine going to be in these glass bottles?” Victor Yun winced at the thought—the bottles might end up costing more than the medicine.

“No, there will be two packaging types—glass bottles and special pouches. The prices will be different. Wait, I’ll show you.” In truth, one is deluxe, one simple, but both have the same efficacy. Serena decided to set one at a premium and one at a lower price.

She wanted even ordinary families to afford the medicine when needed.

This time, Serena went herself—she needed to access her Smart Med-Pack. Victor Yun, though eager, obediently waited and kept daydreaming about the future of Serena’s Prenatal Formula and Young Family Pharmacies.

“Serena really is our Young Clan’s lucky star—no, she’s a lucky star for many people!” Victor Yun couldn’t stop grinning.

Nolan Dongling walked in, catching Victor Yun grinning like an idiot. He coughed in surprise, making Victor jump up from his chair. “Nolan Dongling!”

Nolan Dongling didn’t laugh at him, just nodded. Victor Yun, embarrassed, blushed and explained his excitement.

Such things can’t be hidden—especially not from Nolan Dongling.

“Serena and the Young Clan are partnering to sell prenatal medicine?” To outsiders, Nolan Dongling always looked expressionless, whether angry or pleased.