Chapter 18: The Vain Male Wife of the Domineering Boss
Lin Zhi was woken up by the heat the next day. Her feet, which would usually be cold when the weather was cold, were now warm.
Lin Zhi lifted the quilt and saw the pure white puppy lying at his feet, looking at him innocently with a pair of pure black eyes.
Lin Zhi didn't let Nuonuo go to bed last night. Nuonuo slept beside the bed with a rag doll in her arms. Apparently, the overly lively puppy didn't listen to his owner and secretly got under the quilt and slept at his feet.
"Bad boy."
Lin Zhi stepped on the dog's soft belly with her foot, but there was a smile in her voice.
This dog was originally raised for Mingyao to look after, but the sincere and persistent love for dogs makes it easy for people like him to like it.
Therefore, he didn't mind Nuonuo going to bed, and he just asked the servants to change the bed and quilt later.
The dog sensed that his owner was not angry, and jumped happily on the bed.
01 watched silently and snorted in his heart with sourness.
After washing up, Lin Zhi changed her clothes and sent a message to Uncle Jin.
He couldn't visit the old man often after he became busy, but he would still send him a message and give him some advice when the temperature rose or dropped suddenly. The old man always said that he was in good health and there was no need to nag him, so Lin Zhi asked Uncle Jin instead.
Uncle Jin is the old man's right-hand man. Sometimes it seems a bit showy for him to mention the old man every day. He doesn't ask for credit, because there will always be people who remember these little things.
At the old man's age, no rare treasures are as good as practical care.
[Uncle Jin]: It has been getting cold these past few days and it has been raining a lot. The old man has a slight cough and he doesn’t want to take medicine, so he stewed some ginger soup to drive away the cold and pear soup to clear the lungs and relieve cough.
[Lin Zhi]: Uncle Jin, you have to be careful. If he needs to take medicine, force him to drink it and say that Mingyao said so. I will go see him after get off work today.
Lin Zhi exited the message interface, had breakfast, and then took a bus to the company.
He left early these days and missed Mingyao's time.
It has been about four days since our last intimate hot spring experience.
Lin Zhi did not tell Mingyao the news that the old man was ill and invited him to go see the old man together.
He was waiting, waiting for Mingyao to invite him.
Even Assistant Gao needed to inform President Ming that he should attend the event. Does he still need to use a megaphone this time?
Lin Zhi knew that Uncle Jin would tell Mingyao about the old man's health condition, and Mingyao would probably also know that he was going to visit the old man.
Should he ask someone to tell him, or notify him in person, or go alone to meet him at the old man's place...which one will Mingyao choose?
In the top-floor office, Mingyao, who had just finished a cross-ocean meeting, had time to check the messages on his phone and saw the message from Uncle Jin from a few hours ago.
Mingyao clicked on Lin Zhi's pinned dialog box, but it was empty and there was no message at all.
There was no message from Lin Zhi in the text message column, and he didn't seem to have told her his plans.
Mingyao frowned slightly, reflecting on whether he had not controlled his strength well a few days ago and left finger marks on Lin Zhi's body.
But Lin Zhi was not angry before she left. Mingyao had no idea and the wrinkles between his brows deepened.
He used to think that Lin Zhi was a very easy to figure out person, who did everything with a purpose, but now he seemed a little hard to guess.
Since Lin Zhi was going to the old man's place after get off work, he might as well wait and let Lin Zhi take a ride.
But Lin Zhi only said that he would go after get off work, and didn't say he would go immediately after get off work. What if he had another appointment, then wouldn't they miss each other?
Ming Yao thought about it and decided to send a message to Lin Zhi. This time he didn't ask his special assistant to pass on the message. The special assistant told Lin Zhi everything and he didn't care what she said.
[Mingyao]: Grandpa is sick. Shall we go see him together later?
Lin Zhi, who was sitting in front of the computer, curled her lips and replied with an "OK".
In the evening, everyone in the secretariat was collectively shocked.
Mr. Ming actually got off work on time today?
Either going to a dinner party, attending a meeting, or traveling on a business trip, or getting off work?
Assistant Gao, with a smile that seemed unfathomable to his colleagues in the secretariat, watched his boss leave from behind.
As a special assistant, of course he knew the boss's schedule. He also thought about the boss's good mood all day, and in his heart, Mr. Lin's image became even taller.
It didn't rain today, but the sky was cloudy.
The old blue bricks in the old man's courtyard still had some traces of moisture, the cage under the eaves was empty, the two fish in the stone pool were still swimming, the flowers in the corridor were listless, only a pot of moisture-loving flowers raised its head.
When Lin Zhi and Ming Yao arrived, the old man was sitting on a recliner in the corridor wearing a Tang suit, with his eyes closed, looking a little gloomy.
Aging is an inevitable thing for human beings. The old man has always been thin, and now he looks sickly, which makes people feel even more frightened.
"grandfather."
Lin Zhi and Ming Yao shouted at the same time. Mingyao controlled the wheelchair into the yard, and Lin Zhi had already stepped over the steps and walked quickly to the old man's side.
"Why did you come together?"
The old man opened his eyes, his face showed some joy, and he seemed to be in better spirits.
Mingyao looked at the old man with disapproval on his face and said, "Uncle Jin said you had a cough. You're sick but you refuse to take medicine?"
"You're talking too much again. Why are you telling them such a small thing?" The old man glanced at Uncle Jin beside him complainingly, and waved his hand when he looked at Mingyao and said, "I just coughed twice at night. It's not a big deal."
After saying that, the old man suddenly coughed violently a few times. Lin Zhi hurriedly helped him to breathe. After he recovered, the old man looked a little embarrassed.
Lin Zhi looked at Uncle Jin who was standing beside him and said, "Uncle Jin, go and boil the medicine. We'll watch Grandpa drink it later."
Uncle Jin is a Chinese medicine doctor and has been responsible for the old man's health condition. There are also regular medicinal herbs at home. Compared with Western medicine, Chinese medicine is warm in nature and more suitable for Chinese people. The old man's cough may be a relatively minor problem, but he is old, and a minor illness may develop into a major illness, so it is better to cure it as soon as possible.
Uncle Jin left quickly, no longer showing the guarded and vigilant look he had on Lin Zhi.
"Are you two going to deal with me together?"
The old man looked at Mingyao and then at Lin Zhi, looking helpless.
"Don't joke with your body."
Mingyao's caring words were spoken in a cold and hard voice, and his expression looked very serious.
"I couldn't concentrate on my work knowing that grandpa was ill. Even if grandpa doesn't think about himself, he should think about us. Don't let us worry too much."
Lin Zhi's words were soft to begin with, and with Ming Yao's as a comparison, they sounded even better to the old man.
The old man looked helpless and kept saying, "Okay, okay, I'll take the medicine later. You're really worrying about nothing. I'm in good health."
Lin Zhi responded with a smile and poured a cup of hot tea for the old man.
Mingyao knew that Lin Zhi always pretended to be a good boy in front of the old man. He used to sneer at her, but today he felt that it was understandable that the old man was coaxed into giving her a hug.
If he insisted on working even though he was sick, Lin Zhi would say this beside him... Mingyao thought about it and felt that he might be shaken.
While the old man was taking medicine, Lin Zhi went to see his pots of flowers.
Mingyao sat next to the old man. The grandfather and grandson had little to talk about except work. Without Lin Zhi to mediate, neither of them had anything to say.
Old Master Ming felt a little helpless and asked about Ming Yao's legs.
This season must be the most uncomfortable season for Mingyao. It is damp and rainy, and Mingyao's legs must feel very uncomfortable.
Mingyao just brushed it off with a few words, saying that it was still the same.
"Mingyao, you are still young and have a long life ahead of you. Do you have to stay like this? Just treat him as dead and don't care about those things. It will be better for you if you can stand up again."
The old man swallowed the last mouthful of medicine and said that it felt bitter from his throat to his heart.
"Grandpa, I tried that..."
"You haven't made up your mind," the old man interrupted him rarely, his cloudy eyes were sharp enough to see through the facts, he said, "You are not firm enough."
The old man put down the bowl, took a deep breath, looked at Lin Zhi over there, and whispered, "This is a good kid, especially good at pleasing others. I have brought him to meet old friends several times, and someone has already wanted to match him up with someone."
"Your ability is superior to mine. You know without me telling you that if you don't act, the opportunity will change hands, not to mention a living person."
"Come out early."
The old man wasn't sure what Mingyao was thinking, so he couldn't tell his old friends openly that this was his granddaughter-in-law.
Mingyao didn't respond, but just poured a cup of tea for the old man. He thought of the dream he had in the hot spring villa a few days ago, and also thought about the old man's words, his eyes darkened.
The old man took a sip of tea, clapped his hands, and hummed Yan Shu's Huan Xi Sha.
"The mountains and rivers are all in sight, but they are too far away... The falling flowers and the wind and rain make spring even more sad... It is better to cherish the person in front of you..."
Because the old man is sick, the food tonight is light.
Autumn is the time when crabs are fat, but crabs are cold in nature, so the old man can't eat too much crab roe tofu. He can only watch Lin Zhi and Ming Yao eat, and angrily drives them away after the meal.
"The older he gets, the more childish he becomes. He wasn't like that when he was young."
Lin Zhi tilted her head and looked at Mingyao, who rarely took the initiative to chat, and asked curiously, "What was grandpa like before?"
"Serious, serious, and demanding."
Lin Zhi looked Ming Yao up and down. Ming Yao pursed her lips and understood what he meant.
It is true that these words seem to be describing himself, but they are actually not the same.
Lin Zhi joked, "It seems like you must have been under strict supervision since you were a child."
Ming Yao was a little absent-minded when he heard this, as if he was trapped in the fragments of the past.
The weather is bad today, it gets dark early outside, and it is dark outside the car.
The not-so-bright car lights shone on Mingyao's profile, casting a layer of soft light on him.
"Yes, he has always been strict. My grandmother always complains about that."
Mingyao responded and brought the topic back to the old man.
Lin Zhi felt that Mingyao was deliberately avoiding his questions. Obviously, he could not touch Mingyao's past yet.
This is also normal. Just because you are interested in someone doesn't mean you have to tell him or her everything about yourself, especially those secrets in your heart that are unknown to others and cannot be brought up.
However, judging from Mingyao's attitude, Lin Zhi felt that the day of contact was not far away. Lin Zhi already had a plan in mind and just needed to wait.
The car drove smoothly on the road, and when they arrived home, the driver opened the door for Mingyao.
Before getting on the elevator, Mingyao casually mentioned, "There's a banquet the day after tomorrow. You can accompany me. I'll prepare your clothes for you."
Lin Zhi nodded and entered the elevator with him.
The numbers on the elevator screen continued to rise and soon reached the fourth floor.
Lin Zhi asked as if she suddenly remembered, "Don't you want me to choose it myself? You may not know my size."
"I know. I measured it myself."
Mingyao's expression was still as indifferent as ever, but his words were in stark contrast.
Cold-toned erotica is like a glacier ravaged by a storm.
Mingyao looked at Lin Zhi calmly and asked, "Do you need verification?"
The time is up and the elevator door slowly closes.
The numbers jumped toward the fifth floor.
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