Chapter 134 (Second Update) I've been eagerly anticipating this...
In the blink of an eye, Tang Mingli had been staying with Fu Ci for several months, truly from the second half of the year to the end.
This large order was successfully completed before the Chinese New Year, ensuring a prosperous year for everyone in the factory, which put everyone in high spirits.
To celebrate the successful completion of this order, the factory even provided extra meals for all employees.
However, some are happy while others are sad.
The order was successfully completed, bringing the factory a large profit, which was truly gratifying.
But the completion of the order also meant that Tang Mingli would soon have to go back, and the days that followed would be spent alone again.
Fu Ci's reluctance to part was beyond words, especially seeing his wife's excitement at being able to return home soon.
He knew perfectly well that the conditions at the factory were nothing like those at home, and that his wife was suffering with him there. So even though he desperately wanted her to stay, he never asked her to.
But there is one thing he insists on.
Considering that his wife had been robbed on her way there, he insisted on going back with her no matter what.
That evening, the two discussed the issue again, and Tang Mingli said hesitantly, "But the end of the year is very busy, and you won't be able to stay for more than a few days before you have to come back."
Tang Mingli was really worried that his health couldn't handle being so busy and constantly running around.
Although the possibility is very low, this man is too self-disciplined. No matter how busy he is, he insists on exercising. He is already in his early thirties, but he has no trace of the greasiness of a middle-aged man. His physical strength is even better than most men in their twenties.
Sure enough, Fu Ci smiled and said that the round trip was nothing.
"Besides, I can rest while traveling."
He was telling the truth; traveling by car doesn't strain his brain, and it's a form of rest for him.
Despite Fu Ci's insistence, Tang Mingli eventually gave in.
Soon, the handover of work was completed, luggage was packed, and tomorrow was the start of the return journey.
Tang Mingli stood in front of the calendar, counting how many days were left until the Chinese New Year.
You wouldn't believe it until you counted—there's less than a month left until Chinese New Year!
Factories usually close for holidays early; they might close in about ten days.
In that case, after Fu Ci sees himself off, wouldn't he have to come back in a few days, and then return to Guangcheng in a few days?
This kind of itinerary looks exhausting.
So at that moment, Tang Mingli made a decision.
This decision shouldn't have been easy, but she made it without hesitation.
She decided to stay until the end of the year, and then go back with Fu Ci when the factory closed for the holidays.
When Fu Ci came home from get off work that evening, she told me she had changed her mind, but I wasn't as excited as I had expected.
Tang Mingli couldn't understand this. No one knew better than her how reluctant Fu Ci was to part with her.
With a head full of questions, Tang Mingli joked, "Is your reaction because you don't want me to stay any longer?"
"How could that be?" Fu Ci blurted out in denial. Looking at his wife approaching, he simply pulled her to sit down next to him before explaining, "I was just wondering why you suddenly changed your mind."
Fu Ci had a guess in his mind: the reason his wife changed her mind was that she didn't want him to travel back and forth, so she was willing to suffer the inconvenience of staying here for another month.
Unexpectedly, Tang Mingli acted unpredictably and made up a reason.
“My parents and grandparents probably think that my staying in Shenzhen for so long is just a pretense to help you, and that my main purpose is to get pregnant. If I go back now and they find out that I've been here for so long and still haven't gotten pregnant, they'll definitely be disappointed, even if they don't say anything. So, I plan to stay a little longer and try again. Maybe we'll have good news.”
It sounded like complete nonsense, but Fu Ci was still amused by her ramblings and jokingly asked, "Do you think I haven't worked hard enough in the past few months?"
Wasn't he trying hard enough? Tang Mingli's heart trembled.
Isn't this enough effort? Any more effort and it might become indulgence.
But she might not be able to handle such indulgence.
Tang Mingli quickly stopped joking, "That's enough, that's enough, you've tried hard enough."
"But despite my hard work, I still haven't received any good news."
Although it was meant as a joke, Fu Ci's words carried a genuine hint of melancholy.
Mingli's body is fine; she underwent examinations both before and after the surgery.
However, despite their efforts, there was still no good news. Fu Ci began to suspect that there might be something wrong with his health, since he had never had a check-up.
What if it really is his problem...
Fu Ci dislikes making assumptions and even more so of running away from things. He told Tang Mingli directly, "If we still don't hear anything after another month of trying, I'll go get a medical checkup."
Tang Mingli was taken aback. She thought men wouldn't reflect on themselves and disliked being doubted. Even if they were certain that they had a problem, they preferred to hide it.
Throughout history, it has usually been women who have been burdened with the stigma of being unable to have children.
Bah, why is she thinking like that? Fu Ci is not like those other men.
She nodded a beat later, "Sure, it's best for people to have regular checkups, even if you don't necessarily need to get any specific tests. Especially for someone like you who frequently has to attend social events, you should have a checkup once a year."
Fu Ci nodded, giving a perfunctory agreement, and continued the topic, asking, "What if it turns out I really have a problem?"
Tang Mingli needed to confirm whether the issue he was referring to was related to childbirth.
Fu Ci nodded.
She laughed and said, "Didn't we agree to let things take their course? You treated me the way you treated me when I had problems, and I'll definitely treat you the same way when you have problems."
However, once a man has a problem, it may not be so easy to solve; it can quickly lead to infertility, so she hurriedly added another patch.
"I think the most important thing about whether a marriage is happy is the couple themselves; children are just icing on the cake. In fact, I've heard that many couples in the West don't have children after they get married."
Fu Ci had also heard of this. At the time, he was worried that Tang Mingli might be saddened if she couldn't have children in the end, so he made a point of learning a lot about this. He knew that many couples in developed Western countries do choose not to have children after marriage, and he planned to use this to comfort her if that happened.
I never expected to hear it from her today.
Fu Ci couldn't explain his feelings, only that his body strongly desired to be close to her.
"If we seize the time and work hard, even harder, maybe we'll have good news by the end of the year."
As he leaned down, Tang Mingli leaned back as well.
But the sofa was only a short distance away; where could she possibly escape to?
Tang Mingli gently pressed her hands against Fu Ci's chest and told him the truth: "Actually, a woman's ovulation period only lasts a few days, so trying at other times will most likely result in the same outcome..."
She could no longer utter the word "in vain"; her lips had lost their freedom.
...
A month doesn't seem that long; it just passes by while eating and sleeping.
The factory finally closed for the holidays, and more than a hundred workers left the factory in just two or three days.
The once bustling factory suddenly became quiet.
To be honest, it's quite something to get used to.
Tang Mingli stood at Fu Ci's residence, gazing out at the production workshop.
Normally brightly lit, now only a few lights are on in the aisles. If it weren't for the certainty that the place would be packed next year, it would easily give the impression of desolation.
When Fu Ci came out of the shower, he saw his wife standing by the window watching with great interest, and he couldn't help but feel curious.
"The workers have all left, what are you looking at?"
Tang Mingli turned around and gave him a smile, "Look at that dark factory."
"What's so interesting about something that's all dark?"
“It doesn’t look good, but seeing a factory like this will warn us that we must not let the factory develop to this point.”
"So that's how it is."
Fu Ci also went over and watched carefully for a while, making a deep impression on his mind.
He solemnly declared, "I will never let my factory come to this."
Tang Mingli certainly believed him, but the business world is ever-changing, and many things are unpredictable.
Just like the decade when the real estate market boomed, the wealth earned was almost unparalleled in the past few decades. But when it collapsed, the extent of the devastation was also unprecedented in the past few decades of economic development.
Fu Ci is a courageous, visionary, strategic, and down-to-earth boss now, but what about after he rises to prominence? What about when the social environment changes?
Fu Ci solemnly assured her, "No, I will not forget my original intention."
"It's okay if you're skeptical now, I'll show you. So, for the next few decades, you must stay with me and watch me, and I will prove it to you."
That sounds like a promise, or rather, it sounds like she's being asked to make a promise.
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Guangcheng, the Fu family.
Knowing that Tang Mingli and Fu Ci would be home today, the family got up early to get busy.
Actually, I don't really know what I've been busy with. Apart from going to the market with Zhang Guihua to buy groceries early in the morning, I don't think I've done anything else.
But I just felt anxious all day, and couldn't even sit still.
One moment I'm worried that the weather outside might suddenly change, the next I'm worried that the second floor isn't clean enough, and I'm even worried that Zhang Guihua puts too much salt in her cooking.
As noon approached, Madam Fu and her mother became increasingly restless.
Madam Fu told her daughter-in-law about her new worry: "Do you think the car will be on time? I saw on the news that there are traffic jams at the end of the year."
Fu's mother replied, "They'll definitely be on time. Fu Ci and the others are taking the train, so there's no traffic."
That's what they said, but after hearing her mother-in-law's words, Fu's mother also became worried.
News reports have covered train delays before.
It doesn't matter if they're a little late, as long as they get home safely. But they haven't seen their two children for months, and they've been eagerly awaiting their return.
This kind of eager anticipation can drive you crazy if the train is really delayed.
Grandpa Fu seemed very calm, and said to the two of them, "Calm down, the children will definitely laugh if they find out." Then he pointed to himself, "Look at me, how calm I am."
Madam Fu scoffed coldly, ruthlessly exposing his lie: "You're calm? So calm that you couldn't sleep last night?"
Having his sore spot exposed, Old Master Fu dared not utter another word, only daring to silently defend himself in his heart: "I was so happy that I couldn't sleep."
Although he was speaking very softly, Madam Fu still noticed his lips moving and pressed him for details: "What are you muttering about?"
"It's nothing, I'm just going for a walk in the yard. My back hurts from sitting for so long."
Grandpa Fu got up and walked towards the gate.
Madam Fu didn't believe him and said to her daughter-in-law, "He must be trying to go outside to see if Fu Ci and the others have returned."
Mrs. Fu nodded, subconsciously saying, "Going outside will indeed allow you to find out sooner."
Upon hearing this, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law looked at each other simultaneously, both seeing the same restless desire in each other's eyes.
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