Several muffled footsteps sounded outside, but when Chen Rou turned around, she only saw One-Eyed smiling.
She then gestured for him to leave, and said to Master Dong, “Everything in excess is as bad as deficiency. I have seen both you and Master Er in terms of character and heart. If either of you dies, it will be my greatest regret. It will also make me treat the one who is alive even better. If you die, you will probably be furious if you see this from heaven.”
After a long silence, Mr. Dong burst into tears like a child.
Chen Rou quickly patted his hand: "Alright, stop crying, what kind of behavior is this? Go and rest well."
Not only did Master Dong stop crying, he cried even louder.
He has a fiery temper, but he's also very straightforward.
At the same time, he is certainly a shrewd person; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to make it this far in Kowloon.
He desperately wanted a granddaughter.
But until today, he always thought that Chen Rou was using him.
He and Master Er were both her pawns; kinship was a constraint, binding them and using them.
But at that moment he suddenly realized that all his previous understanding was wrong.
Chen Rou saw all the scheming and backstabbing between him and Master Er, and all the dark tricks they played, and she tried her best to resolve them. At the same time, although she was indeed using them, she was also genuinely thinking of their interests.
She could have easily watched them fight each other to the death, then used their kinship as a bond to clean up the mess and take everything away from them. But she didn't. Instead, she wanted them to focus on their health and live longer.
Whoever gets 97 will be the one to hold her hand and attend the ceremony to see her return, right?
Mr. Dong wiped away his tears and choked out, "The one who can live to 97 must be me."
But Chen Rou immediately smiled and retorted, "You're up to no good again, trying to get rid of Master Er through underhanded means. But he's different from you. He knows how to take care of his health and will continue to do charity work. You..."
Master Dong was startled, thinking to himself, "Is this child a tapeworm in his stomach? He already sensed my thoughts?"
This is her own grandfather, but he's really quite disappointing. Chen Rou patiently said, "Do charity to the best of your ability, but don't always think about killing your grandfather. You have to believe me, even if you both live to 97, I will make sure you both have granddaughters!"
This is the ultimate master of balancing things.
Mr. Dong was so coaxed that he obediently agreed like a child: "Okay."
Seeing that she was about to leave, he quickly added, "Ah Lang and the others, maybe we shouldn't bring them along. I'm afraid they'll start fighting."
Chen Rou replied, "My plan is set and I will not change it."
He added, "Don't worry, you don't need to go. They can help you gain merit."
She also needs to go to the obstetrics and gynecology department to consult about morning sickness, because it's very simple—just rubbing her wrists can reduce morning sickness to almost nothing. But since she's a first-time mother, she's also worried that this might affect the fetus.
This billionaire's wife is so approachable that even obstetricians are afraid of her; she visits him personally every day.
After hearing her explanation, the doctor was pleasantly surprised and waved his hand, saying, "It will only benefit the fetus and cause no harm."
Further explanation: "In early pregnancy, the baby's heart and brain are developing. Morning sickness can cause nutritional deficiencies, which is bad for fetal development. Since there are ways to reduce or alleviate these symptoms, it's best for the baby. However, this method..."
Chen Rou smiled and said, "It was taught to me by a female traditional Chinese medicine practitioner from mainland China."
Since the doctor had given his verdict, it meant she could rest assured about the situation, so Chen Rou went home to pack her bags.
Today, Nie Zhao is in Kowloon discussing business. At this moment, he is instructing Secretary An: "Find that female TCM doctor for me immediately."
Then he instructed the driver, "Go to Yanghe, and when you get downstairs, have Song come down."
The typhoon had just passed, leaving the city with broken trees, collapsed roofs, and many buildings with mottled tiles.
Upon arriving at Yanghe Building, the driver and An Shu got out of the car in tacit agreement, while Song Yuanchao got in: "Hello, Boss!"
Nie Zhao is so shrewd; even in his dreams, his little brain is still working. Moreover, he has a morbid obsession with Chen Rou. He might be obsessed with many things for a while, but not forever. So he said, "There's something very wrong with your wife."
He then asked, "I don't believe you didn't notice!"
Song Yuanchao was sitting in the passenger seat, turned to the side.
The boss was sitting in his personal car, and the back of the driver's seat was the safest place in the whole car, because in the event of a car accident, the driver would instinctively protect himself, and his body would act as a shield for the person in the back seat.
The back seat was a bit dark, and the light that came in only illuminated the boss's frameless glasses and the dark brown enamel buttons on his white shirt collar. His entire face was hidden in the darkness, making him appear heavy and depressed.
Dark, insidious, yet fragile and lonely, Boss Nie is a walking contradiction.
His sudden summons made Song Yuanchao realize something was amiss.
But he was caught in the middle of the boss and his wife's situation, like a rat in a bellows, and he felt helpless.
In fact, Chen Rou would have talked to him tonight, but Nie Zhao had already discovered it. He also knew that both Song Yuanchao and Chen Rou were doing it for him and for the good of the Nie family. Moreover, they even had a seemingly foolish but noble sense of responsibility that they would not hesitate to sacrifice themselves as long as it was for his good.
Sure enough, Song Yuanchao said, "Boss, your wife did it for you and for the good of our company."
He added, "If we don't get rid of Gui Touchang, people will find out what our company is doing sooner or later. What will we do then?"
Even though Yu Heng was once a high-ranking police chief, he was just an ordinary person living alone. He couldn't find out what Nie Zhao was doing, and even if he did, it would be easy for him to find someone to get rid of him. But Gui Tou Chang was different.
He is a pawn in the contest of naval military strength between two major powers. If they cannot capture him, the nearly two years of work that Nie Zhao has been supporting in the ICPO will be in vain, and his newly established business in the Philippines will also collapse.
What discouraged and saddened Nie Zhao the most was that he was powerless to do anything about it and could only watch helplessly.
Moreover, fate played a cruel trick on him. The ICPOs had no choice but to act, but his wife was in early pregnancy. How was he supposed to decide?
Hearing his boss's shallow yet heavy breathing, Song Yuanchao was about to try to persuade him again when he said, "Get out of the car."
Before Song Yuanchao could speak again, Nie Zhao said, "Get out of the car!"
At the hospital entrance, a bulletproof Rolls-Royce stood with Secretary Ahn and the driver standing with their hands clasped behind their backs.
The new Russian bodyguard and Sam each guarded one side, so Song Yuanchao stood next to Sam.
Then he glanced at it casually and was immediately horrified, because he saw that his boss was crying.
Yes, long tears were streaming down his face as he sat upright, motionless.
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