Zhou Mingli's pagers hadn't yet been widely sold, but he had already secured several payments from within the system, which left him somewhat amused and exasperated.
Zhou Mingli's career was thriving, and Jiang Ci, after working in New York for four years, also made great progress in his work.
Three major diplomatic events that facilitated the negotiations are enough to add a brilliant chapter to Enoki's resume.
Negotiations between mainland China and Hong Kong have entered a heated phase. Jiangci was temporarily transferred from New York to Hong Kong to assist in the negotiations.
She spent three short days in Beijing, spending time with family and friends, and before she knew it, she was off to Hong Kong.
It's much closer to Hong Kong from Beijing than to New York from Beijing.
Zhou Mingli followed without saying a word.
After staying in Hong Kong for two months, Jiangci returned to New York.
Two more years passed before Jiang Ci returned to China.
The news didn't spread; Jiang Ci went back alone and didn't tell anyone else.
After getting off the plane, she took her suitcase, went to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs to submit documents, and then went home in a very low-key manner.
It's May now, and it's not a holiday. Everyone in the family is either at school or at work, so no one is home.
She knew that no one was home at the moment, and not many other people in the compound were home either.
However, Jiang Ci couldn't describe her feelings; her hand was trembling slightly as she opened the door, and her heart was pounding faster than usual.
With a click, the door lock opened.
Jiang Ci pushed it away.
A room with a familiar yet slightly unfamiliar layout appeared before her eyes.
The kitchen has been updated with many new items. The table has been replaced, and in addition to the television, a refrigerator has been placed next to it.
The compound underwent a unified renovation, replacing traditional earthen stoves with piped gas. Although some areas in Beijing have also introduced natural gas, the number of households is very small, and their neighborhood hasn't been affected yet.
With the firewood piled up gone, the area is now regularly cleaned and is much tidier than before.
Jiang Ci pushed open the bedroom door. Not much had changed. There were still several books on the desk that she hadn't taken with her, and her fountain pen was in the pen holder.
A bulky computer now sits on the expanded desk, next to which are many photos of her and Zhou Mingli—all taken in New York City.
Only traces of Zhou Mingli's life remained in the room.
Jiang Ci breathed a sigh of relief, put her suitcase aside, and collapsed onto the kang (a heated brick bed).
During the six years that Jiangci was in New York, Zhou Mingli visited the city no less than fifteen times.
And she finally returned after six years.
Now she has an impressive resume and ample work experience; her minimum guarantee of position is director-level upon returning to China.
Thinking about her career, Jiang Ci yawned. It was still late at night in New York, and Jiang Ci was very sleepy. She fell asleep soon after.
Huang Zheyue returned to help Zhou Mingli retrieve the documents.
I just took out my key to open the door when I suddenly realized the door was already open!
He frowned.
Zhou Yang and Zhou Miao are still at school; they shouldn't be back right now.
He became wary and tiptoed inside, wondering if some ungrateful thief had broken in.
Huang Zheyue tiptoed inside and listened patiently for a while by the door of the master bedroom.
No movement?
He frowned, gently opened the bedroom door, and looked down to find several suitcases.
He was startled, looked up, and saw Aunt Jiang lying on the kang (a heated brick bed).
Huang Zheyue was overjoyed and was about to speak when she realized that Aunt Jiang was sleeping, so she quickly covered her mouth and swallowed all her words.
He was so happy he wanted to stomp his feet, but he held back, quietly took the documents, and closed the door behind him.
As soon as he came out, he jumped three feet high, "Whoa!!"
The passersby were startled.
"You brat, what are you yelling about!"
Huang Zheyue got on her motorcycle, a smile curving her lips, "Great news!"
He started the motorcycle and sped back to the TV factory.
Zhou Mingli was talking to people at the mall about putting pagers on the shelves.
Huang Zheyue rushed in.
He frowned slightly, but before he could scold him, he heard Huang Zheyue say, "Uncle Zhou! Aunt Jiang is back!"
Zhou Mingli, who had been sitting calmly on the sofa, suddenly stood up.
"What did you say?"
Zhou Mingli thought he had misheard.
"Really! Aunt Jiang is sleeping at home right now! There are so many suitcases in the house! Uncle Zhou, is Aunt Jiang back this time because...?"
Before he could finish speaking, Zhou Mingli rushed out.
The people in the mall were a bit confused.
Huang Zheyue knew Zhou Mingli had gone back when she heard the sound of the motorcycle.
He walked over to his business partner and said with a smile, "My Uncle Zhou's wife is back. He's busy going home to see her. Don't worry, we've been working together for a while now. Don't you understand my Uncle Zhou's sincerity?"
Huang Zheyue calmed the people in the mall down, and Zhou Mingli had already ridden his motorcycle back to the compound.
His heart pounded like a drum the whole way, unable to believe what Huang Zheyue had said.
Jiang Ci's term in New York City is indeed coming to an end, but she has never told me when she will return.
Did she return to China by herself from the airport?
Why don't you give him a call?
Zhou Mingli quickly stopped his motorcycle and went to the door.
The door was locked from the inside.
He took out the key, opened the door, and strode inside.
His breathing became shallow, and his heart pounded like a drum.
As Zhou Mingli entered the bedroom, he didn't look down at the suitcases. Instead, he spotted Jiang Ci sleeping on the kang (a heated brick bed).
My wildly beating heart suddenly calmed down.
Zhou Mingli's eyes reddened as he slowly walked over.
Jiang Ci, who was sleeping, felt something moving on her face.
Annoying mosquitoes.
She frowned and waved her hand away.
Before long, the mosquitoes came again.
Jiang Ci opened her eyes and tried to swat the mosquito.
Suddenly, it met Zhou Mingli's eyes.
He knelt on one knee by the kang (a heated brick bed), staring intently at himself.
Jiang Ci's irritability suddenly dissipated.
"Why are you back?"
Zhou Mingli leaned in and silenced her with a kiss.
Jiang Ci relaxed and responded to him.
After an unknown amount of time, Zhou Mingli gently released her, but held her tightly in his arms and asked in a low voice, "Are we still going?"
Jiang Ci smiled and said, "I'm not leaving."
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