Chapter 102 Chapter 102 Why did she already find it unbearable...?

Tang Mingli realized that she might have said something rather ahead of her time when she met Shang Fuci's scrutinizing gaze.

In just a few seconds, she tried to recall whether the television and newspaper news had mentioned anything about Sino-foreign joint ventures.

Unfortunately, I really don't remember anything about it.

How should I explain this to Fu Ci?

That's just nonsense.

After giving up the struggle, Tang Mingli blinked and asked innocently, "Isn't that right?"

“Yes.” Fu Ci nodded. “I’m just surprised you know about joint ventures.”

"The news broadcast mentioned it, encouraging foreign investment and Sino-foreign joint ventures. I didn't watch it very carefully at the time, so I don't remember much."

Yes, she couldn't recall the news mentioning it on TV, but she was certain that Fu Ci was too busy to watch TV.

really……

Fu Ci showed a relieved expression: "So that's how it is."

With television, obtaining information is indeed more convenient.

Getting back to the main point: "Once things at the factory in Shenzhen are on track, it will be much easier for me to go to Hong Kong. If you want to... have surgery there, I can help you get a travel permit."

Fu Ci was afraid his wife would misunderstand if he said too much, so he explained, "I don't necessarily mean you have to have surgery, but I'm afraid it will affect you if this cause of the illness is not treated."

"That's true." Tang Mingli didn't misunderstand.

Although they are being careful now, what if she accidentally gets pregnant? The harm would be even greater.

Therefore, unless she is determined to cultivate her character and temperament in the future, she should resolve this issue as soon as possible, regardless of whether she has children or not.

How can she cultivate her character when faced with someone as exceptional as Fu Ci?

Tang Mingli looked at her husband's handsome profile, which seemed sculpted with a craft knife, and sighed inwardly.

It's too difficult.

Cultivating one's character is inherently against human nature, and it's even more impossible to do so when faced with such an extreme person.

Tang Mingli told her husband to handle it as he saw fit; if it could be done, great, if not, the surgery would be performed at a hospital in Guangcheng.

Fu Ci frowned and asked, "You've already decided to have the surgery?"

“Of course, since the medical examination revealed a problem, it definitely needs to be addressed.” As she spoke, she even shamelessly declared, “I’m not the kind of person who likes to run away from things.”

She laughed after saying that.

Fu Ci smiled too, knowing better but saying nothing.

He often took care to protect his wife's strong sense of self-esteem.

"That's the decision."

Tang Mingli chuckled lightly, making a conclusion about what Fu Ci had only dared to say with utmost caution, as if it were something perfectly ordinary.

Fu Ci's slightly furrowed brows relaxed, and he smiled as well.

"Okay, it's decided then. Leave everything to me."

Over the years, whenever he thought he knew her well enough, he would soon find that he actually knew far from it.

But one thing is certain: her positive mindset is like a gentle breeze in all four seasons.

You never know when the wind will blow, but it always seems to arrive when you're feeling restless without realizing it.

-

It was already afternoon when I got home.

At this time, Madam Fu should be sleeping, and Grandpa Fu should either be out volunteering or playing chess with someone.

But today, when Tang Mingli and Fu Ci opened the door, they found the two of them sitting on the living room sofa.

Seeing them, Madam Fu visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

"You're back! How are you feeling?"

Upon hearing this, Tang Mingli knew that their unusual behavior was because they were waiting for her.

She said somewhat embarrassedly, "I got the injection, so I'm fine now."

Fu Ci immediately exposed her: "What do you mean nothing happened? You were prescribed medicine for a few days, and the doctor told you to eat a light diet during this period."

Upon hearing that they should be mindful of their diet, Zhang Guihua, who was cleaning the restaurant, couldn't help but interject, "Would you like some porridge? Can you eat rice?"

Tang Mingli quickly replied, "Of course you can. The doctor just said not to eat anything too strong in flavor."

No, she's a complete glutton.

You have to eat at least one meal a day, otherwise you'll be hungry all day.

However, this time she was not allowed to have her way. She told Zhang Guihua, "It's best for her to drink porridge these two days. You should cook bone porridge for her."

"Just drinking porridge won't work. When I get hungry, I'll eat a lot of other things instead, which would be counterproductive," Tang Mingli pleaded pitifully. "Okay, I'll drink porridge in the morning and evening, and let me eat lunch."

When his wife begged him, Fu Ci softened his heart.

Considering that his wife really couldn't afford to go hungry, he finally agreed.

Otherwise, if she gets really hungry, she might sneak some other food.

Seeing her husband nod, but still looking worried, Tang Mingli said to him, "I cherish my health the most, don't worry, I will definitely take care of it."

If eating really makes her stomach upset, she will stop immediately and grit her teeth and drink porridge for a few days.

Fu Ci finally felt relieved after hearing her say that.

If he weren't so busy with work, he would love to stay home these days and watch over her meals.

There was nothing he could do but entrust the matter to his grandmother and Zhang Guihua.

Zhang Guihua smiled and said, "Don't worry, I guarantee that there won't be a single heavily seasoned dish in the house during this period."

Madam Fu also said, "Mingli always listens to me. I'll keep an eye on her, so you can rest assured. She should go out and make money as she sees fit."

Unconsciously, her speech was greatly influenced by Tang Mingli.

Seeing that everyone didn't believe she could control her eating, she deliberately stomped her foot and said, "Oh dear, I'm hungry. I haven't had lunch yet. Let's eat first."

She hadn't even eaten breakfast when she left home in the morning; she was really, really hungry.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Guihua remembered something and quickly went into the kitchen to retrieve the half-plate of roast duck that she had specially set aside for lunch.

"This dish is bright and beautiful, but you can't eat it."

Upon seeing that it was roast duck, Tang Mingli, who was extremely hungry, couldn't help but swallow her saliva, and began to struggle internally.

Although my stomach was upset, I've been fine since the injection, so maybe eating a piece or two won't hurt.

Seeing his wife's eyes practically popping out of her head, Fu Ci couldn't help but lightly tap her head: "Look at how greedy you are, and you still expect us to believe you?"

Tang Mingli chuckled, finally realizing her own weakness in resisting delicious food.

Perhaps we do need everyone's supervision.

But when she couldn't eat what she wanted, she couldn't help but feel wronged.

"What dishes are left for me to eat for lunch today?"

Zhang Guihua mentioned two things: "Steamed egg custard and cauliflower. You should be able to eat these two."

Of course, it's edible, but in Tang Mingli's eyes, they're all vegetarian dishes.

It's only the first meal, why is she already finding it unbearable?

Fortunately, she is an adult and knows that it's better to have a short, sharp pain than a long, drawn-out one.

I'm refraining from eating now so I can recover sooner and enjoy delicious food again.

only……

She looked at the plate of roast duck that Zhang Guihua was holding and said, "Although I can't eat it, Fu Ci can. You can leave it there; I can smell the aroma."

However, Fu Ci was afraid that she would smell the aroma first and then want to take a small bite, so he decisively refused.

"No need, I'll share your joys and sorrows."

Tang Mingli wanted to cry.

You're all about sharing joys and sorrows, but you don't even want me to smell you?

-

To stop thinking about the roast duck, Tang Mingli took the initiative to talk to Madam Fu about bumping into Tang Mingmei and her child at the hospital during the meal.

When she heard that her child was hospitalized and only Tang Mingmei was taking care of him, Madam Fu was angry.

"The Li family are inhuman. That's their own granddaughter. How could they be so heartless?"

“That’s right.” Tang Mingli chewed her food and mumbled in response, “Li Dazhu is a real scoundrel. He probably doesn’t even care about this daughter.”

Madam Fu snorted coldly, "No daughter? Now that we have the one-child policy, he can only have this one daughter in his life."

That's how it is in theory, but Tang Mingli has seen too many people go crazy trying to have a son.

Madam Fu was probably still angry. She was originally sitting on the sofa chatting with Tang Mingli, but later she simply moved to the dining table and sat next to Tang Mingli.

“Your cousin is such a disappointment. The Li family is like this. If it were me, I would take the child back to my parents’ home as soon as the child recovers. Anyway, your aunt is not working, so she can help take care of the child. Besides, it’s almost the end of the year, so she might as well stay at her parents’ home until the New Year and see if the Li family will reflect on their actions.”

Tang Mingli strongly agreed, saying she would definitely do the same if she were in her shoes, but Tang Mingmei didn't know.

If it were the old Tang Mingmei, she definitely wouldn't have done that; she would have endured it to the death for the sake of her pride.

But now Tang Mingmei has changed. Perhaps she will really do it for her daughter?

While Tang Mingli was speculating about Tang Mingmei, she was having a heated argument with Li Dazhu at the hospital.

Li Dazhu was taking a break this afternoon and originally planned to sleep at home, but his mother kept nagging him.

He complained that his wife had given birth to a "money-losing" child who was also in poor health and frequently fell ill.

He kept saying that he would have to be hospitalized again this time, and he wondered how much money his family would have to spend.

She kept muttering that Tang Mingmei clearly had her own salary, but yesterday she insisted on taking ten yuan from her.

Li Dazhu was so annoyed by the nagging that he didn't want to sleep anymore, so he simply left the house.

It was just too cold outside, and he couldn't stand walking aimlessly, so he thought of coming to the hospital to see his child.

Who knew that when he arrived at the hospital, before he could even exchange two words, his wife would speak sarcastically, saying that he had finally come to his senses and knew to come and see the child.

Li Dazhu was already in a bad mood, and Tang Mingmei's words became increasingly offensive, causing him to explode.

"Tang Mingmei, how dare you talk to me like that? Without my hard work, where would the money for the child's medical treatment come from? I slaughtered twenty pigs today, I'm exhausted, and I rushed to the hospital as soon as I got off work. You don't even care about me, and you're still being sarcastic. How can you talk to your wife like that?" Li Dazhu became more and more self-righteous as he spoke, almost forgetting that he was lying on the spot. "Besides, if you hadn't been so bad at taking care of the child, would the child have been hospitalized with pneumonia? I've never seen a mother take care of her child like you."

When Li Dazhu gets sarcastic, his words are as sharp as arsenic, each one aimed straight at Tang Mingmei's heart.

Tang Mingmei already felt guilty, believing that it was because she had been carrying the child around in the freezing cold that the child had gotten sick.

Li Dazhu's words hit the nail on the head. After hearing them, she felt even more guilty, and her heart ached as if she were being pricked by needles.

But that doesn’t mean she can’t refute it.

Even if she's not a good father, she's still a hundred times, a thousand times better than Li Dazhu, who is her father.