Chapter 4949. Itchy and rubbing the skirt
Two hours ago.
"The Shi family offers Mingyuan the lowest supply price in Nancheng. All joint research project funding and equipment support are fully covered by the Shi family, and research results are shared. The new diagnosis and treatment building construction is fully funded."
When Shi Jingzhou put forward the conditions, no one in the management had any objections except the Mi family.
Several Mingyuan elders were even more surprised. They all said that the second son of the Shi family was cruel and arrogant since he took over the Ruisi Group. He looked arrogant just by sitting there. When Shi Huaizhi abdicated, no one in the whole South City would be able to snatch his seat.
Even the eldest brother Shi Zekai couldn't beat him by even a little bit.
"The premise of all these conditions is to respect the contents of Mr. Mi's will and for everyone to live in peace," Shi Jingzhou said, sitting in the main seat of the conference room as if no one else was around. "After all, I will only be Mi Yanyan's supporter. If she has no connection with the Mi family, then we no longer have any relationship."
This marriage was a far-sighted move by Mi Zhenhua. Not only did he secure the entire Mingyuan for his granddaughter, but he also used the power of the Shi family to consolidate his power.
The old man's last wish was finally fulfilled the moment Mi Yanyan signed.
As soon as Zhang Qiaoshu went out, he slapped Mi Wenzhong in the face, the sound so loud that it echoed throughout the entire building.
"I endured and endured, but in the end, I got nothing. I don't know whether to cry or laugh."
Mi Wenzhong took it for granted. He wiped the corner of his mouth and said, "You should cry."
There were only a few people left in the conference room who came to congratulate Mi Yanyan. After the conversation ended, Mi Yanyan looked out the window at the new building under construction in a trance. She felt like she had gained a lot, but had lost it all.
From then on, she no longer had a family and left with nothing.
Shi Jingzhou brought a chair and sat beside her. After a while, he tucked her scattered hair behind her ears and said, "I'm sorry, Grandpa told me not to tell anyone until the last moment."
She then raised her head and pointed to the rest area outside the door with a smile, "That used to be the cafeteria. It was such a tiny place, and the dishes they cooked always changed about seven or eight times."
Sometimes Jiang Jing and Mi Zhenhua had to work overtime, so she would come to eat alone with her meal card, sitting from a small bench to a big bench. Doctors passing by would throw yogurt into her arms, saying that the little girl should supplement more calcium and not be like her grandmother who was less than 1.6 meters tall.
Later, when she grew to 5 feet 4 inches tall, she realized how small Jiang Jing was. "Don't underestimate her height. She runs very fast. She can go to the emergency room at any time and always manages to save people."
With tears in her eyes, she rested her head on Shi Jingzhou's arm and said, "I don't know how to manage a hospital. Will I mess it up?"
Shi Jingzhou moved the bench and pulled her into his arms, saying, "It just so happens that I know how to do it."
Mi Yanyan chuckled. Shi Jingzhou rubbed the head in his arms a little tighter. "Don't worry, the management team is very professional. The directors and the heads of each clinic in the hospital have met with each other and explained everything. There won't be any major problems."
She could sense that the scent on Shi Jingzhou was still the most familiar one, like a tonic that could calm the mind. Even if she didn't drink it, just smelling it would be enough to cure any illness.
"Thank you, husband."
"You're welcome. It's an honor to help you."
She frowned and shrugged, her tone helpless: "But I just want to be an ordinary veterinarian. Isn't that disappointing?"
“No one thinks that.”
Shi Jingzhou pinched her cheek and smiled brightly, "Just be yourself."
As time passed, Mi Yanyan's eyes became warm, and all the regrets gradually dissipated like the morning fog. In the haze, there was still someone holding her hand tightly, never letting go with every step.
She stayed in the car and still refused to let go of Shi Jingzhou. When she drove out of the hospital, she saw Zhang Qiaoshu standing at the door of the lobby, opposite Mi Wenzhong and Fang Jie.
It was so fleeting that she couldn't hear what they were arguing about. She turned her head away and whispered, "Actually, I've hated fighting since I was a kid."
My parents each have their own plans for their relationship, and my aunt and father fight openly and secretly for power. As long as there are benefits, there will always be people who will continue to do so and never get tired of it.
Shi Jingzhou's back stiffened uncontrollably, and he couldn't help but put himself in the situation.
Shi Huaizhi is warlike. If a family business wants to maintain a virtuous cycle, someone must stand up and fight hard. Those in power want to see struggle, and only through rapid competition can there be vigorous vitality.
He followed numbly, spinning like a machine, exchanging power for the right to speak and the endless vitality of the pharmaceutical company.
Mi Yanyan realized that her words were ambiguous. Shi Jingzhou had always been in a high position, and infighting within the family was inevitable. It seemed like she was making a veiled complaint. She leaned over and rubbed his neck with a sense of guilt, but she couldn't think of any better words to explain.
This is a fact that Shi Jingzhou cannot avoid. She doesn't like it, but she can't persuade her.
"You're sitting too straight. It's uncomfortable to hold you." Mi Yanyan leaned on his arms and made some comments, twisting and turning with her fluffy and smooth hair sticking out of her collar.
Shi Jingzhou felt a tingling sensation on his neck, so he had to move down and bend his waist slightly to accommodate her to achieve a satisfactory sitting position.
"I'm so sleepy in this position... I'll take a nap first." After saying this, her eyelashes fluttered a few times, and her eyelids became heavier and heavier until she closed her eyes and breathed quietly and evenly.
He lowered his eyes and looked down. The person wrapped in the light yellow cashmere skirt was soft and fragrant. The hem of the skirt slid to the side like an ear of corn, and was as white and tender as a peeled peanut kernel.
She fell asleep as soon as she said she would. He braked several times on the way but couldn't wake her up. By the time he got home, he could no longer see her porcelain-white little face, which was now stuck to his shirt.
Ye Qionghua came out and as soon as the car door opened, she saw her son making a gesture to keep quiet.
The sweet and affectionate scene was right in front of her. She felt sweet inside but embarrassed. She asked the aunt to warm the dishes first, and she went to the yard to fiddle with the flowers and plants while humming a song.
Mi Yanyan had a long dream. In the dream, her grandpa and grandma were standing in the Mingyuan cafeteria, waving at her and saying, "Xiaoyan, today Chef Lu cooked your favorite sweet and sour spare ribs. Come quickly."
She grabbed her skirt and ran forward. The ribs, which were covered in rich sauce and soaked in rock sugar, disappeared without a trace as soon as they touched the chopsticks.
She pouted as if she was about to cry, and when she opened her eyes, Jingzhou was staring at her.
The dark eyes were deep in the moonlight, and tasted even more delicious than pork ribs.
"arrive?"
She propped herself up and pressed her hand on Shi Jingzhou's thigh, which was so sore that he almost cried out.
"Did you dream of something delicious?"
Mi Yanyan quickly touched her mouth when she heard this, fearing that her saliva would be brought out from her dream. She stammered, "I didn't eat the sweet and sour pork ribs..."
Shi Jingzhou smiled brightly, "I'm really hungry, let's get up and eat."
She smoothed her hair and said, "Okay, today is Ye Qionghua's birthday." She slept soundly and when she looked at the time, she was already more than an hour late.
He walked to the table with regret and handed over the prepared brocade stand-up collar and buttoned vest. The first-cut ice silk from Jiangnan was paired with gold foil and peacock feather silk, reflecting the luster of mother-of-pearl.
"Happy birthday, Mom."
Ye Qionghua couldn't let go of the girl after hearing this and called her to sit down.
"You can tell it's Master Feng's craftsmanship at first glance. Xiaoyan just touches my heart."
Mi Yanyan smiled and stuck out her tongue at Shi Jingzhou. She had chosen the style, and Shi Jingzhou had found the master, who was a national intangible cultural heritage inheritor. He had very few works, and it was quite a hassle to get one this year.
Shi Jingzhou lay loosely on the table, his casual look completely different from before in the conference room. He calmly took a sip of tea and told the aunt to serve the dishes.
It was a simple family dinner with only four of us. We didn't talk about work but just chatted about family matters and had a very relaxing meal.
On the way, the servant came to replace the bone plate and hurriedly served another dish. Mi Yanyan smelled the familiar sweet and sour smell. When the plate fell on the table, her eyes were filled with the aroma of sweet and sour spare ribs.
A typical Suzhou style dish, garnished with white sesame seeds, which will make you salivate before you even eat it.
"Just tell Mom what you want to eat in the future. Aunt Chen's cooking is good, but the flavor is light. The chefs at home have more variety, so we can try different dishes."
Ye Qionghua took Mi Yanyan's taste into consideration, and there were several more Sichuan dishes on the table today. Jingzhou kept drinking ice water while eating.
"Thank you, Mom. I'm not picky about food. I like everything."
Shi Jingzhou chuckled and wiped his mouth. He was not picky about food, he just didn't touch anything he didn't want to eat.
But he just refused to tell anyone.
After the meal, the two of them sat in the living room for a while. Mi Yanyan leaned against the soft couch, rubbing her temples and staring at the TV in fear.
A conversation between Ye Qionghua and her aunt could be heard faintly from the kitchen. They were discussing whether to boil the tonic for the young couple to take away.
"Let's fry it. It's enough for seven days. Separate packs for the husband and the wife."
Ye Qionghua tried to lower her voice as much as possible, but unfortunately the show was interrupted for a break, so she could be heard clearly even from a few meters away.
"This medicine is for promoting pregnancy. It works best if you boil it and drink it on the same day."
Mi Yanyan's arm, which was resting on the armrest, suddenly slipped.
The fruit plate in my hand fell onto my dress, and the remaining pieces of fruit scattered on the carpet. Fortunately, the carpet was thick and the plate did not break, minimizing the noise.
"I accidentally slipped."
"Well, go wipe your skirt."
Shi Jingzhou bent down to pick it up, stood up and took it back to the kitchen. Mi Yanyan found a disposable wet wipe in the bathroom, but couldn't wipe off the peach pink mark of the dragon fruit. She dipped it in water, but it still didn't work.
He held onto the table and looked into the mirror, then stopped moving.
Having a child was a bit far away for her.
It was true that she liked Shi Jingzhou, but it was even more true that she had never considered having a child.
Yu Wan helped her consult a psychologist. The emotional abandonment she suffered in her childhood directly led to the activation of fear when she heard about reproductive issues. This is an emotional trauma that is difficult to heal.
The fear you feel when you hear something is only the initial stage. Once you become pregnant, you will inevitably have flashbacks to Zhang Qiaoshu's suffocating questions and answers and Mi Wenzhong's lack of responsibility.
She would constantly ask herself, as a mother, would my maternal love also be poisonous?
As a father, can his spouse be loyal and accompany him forever? Will he also choose to exile the parent-child relationship in the face of fame and fortune?
If she can't get over this hurdle in her heart, she might be unable to shoulder the mission of continuing the family line. It is cruel and realistic.
After washing her face, she pushed the door open and went out. Shi Jingzhou was waiting at the door. He glanced at her skirt and said with a faint smile, "You don't know how to control yourself. You can stain your skirt by eating some fruit."
She glared at him and pretended to walk away angrily. Until she returned to Zhongshan Villa, she did not see the tonics that Ye Qionghua mentioned.
Shi Jingzhou saw someone yawning as she walked upstairs. He always saw her feeling sleepy these days, as if she hadn't gotten enough sleep.
I calculated the time and found that two weeks into this month she still hadn't complained about having a stomachache during her period. She usually used to be covered with a heating pad and was dying.
A trace of doubt flashed through my mind, and I reached out to close the half-open entrance cabinet. An aluminum-plastic blister package fell at my feet in the corner. I picked it up, took a look at it, and put it back in its place.
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