"Well, Xiao Chen, this stinky tofu is really delicious." Song Ziyan picked up a piece with a fork and brought it to Xiao Chen's mouth.
Xiao Chen ate it and nodded, "It's really delicious. I heard that some celebrities secretly lined up here just for this bite."
"Tsk, that's just a rumor. Big stars are so busy, how could they have time to come and line up?" Song Ziyan didn't believe it.
Xiao Chen smiled and didn't explain: "School is about to start, so you should focus on your studies."
"I've been concentrating. I haven't been so casual since I started school. By the way, how's your lab going?"
Song Ziyan was eating stinky tofu while walking.
"Professor Liang applied for a laboratory at Peking University for me, and the equipment has been approved."
Xiao Chen said: "And I have also installed a laboratory in the company as the future research and development room of Chenhai Group."
"You really want to go into technology?" Song Ziyan said, "You should know that this industry is the most thankless."
"Ha, not just technology, we'll invest in all kinds of things." Xiao Chen smiled slightly: "And the next step will be to explore more industries."
"Your ambition is truly great." Song Ziyan was stunned for a moment, then finished the stinky tofu in his hand in one gulp: "I have to work hard, otherwise I will never be able to catch up with you."
"Come on!" Xiao Chen gave her a thumbs up.
"Come on, let's encourage each other!" Song Ziyan also gave Xiao Chen a thumbs up. The two smiled at each other, holding hands and walking into the campus together.
Thousands of miles away in Shanghai, in a rehabilitation hospital ward.
An old man wearing a Tang suit and holding a cane sat upright in the ward.
On the hospital bed beside her, Wen Yi stared blankly with her colorless eyes wide open.
The Wen family is considered a prominent family in Shanghai.
Wen Yi's grandfather, Wen Gong, spent all his family wealth to support the front line.
Later, the Wen family compound was renamed Wen Mansion and became quite famous in Shanghai.
Several experts have consulted with Wen Yi several times, and this time they even invited a famous domestic ophthalmologist.
The experts discussed for a moment and then reached a consensus.
"Mr. Wen, we checked Ms. Wen again, and her optic nerve is normal."
A doctor said: "This blindness is not an eye problem. We have contacted a neurology specialist for a consultation."
"It is generally agreed that Ms. Wen suffered temporary blindness due to excessive grief and prolonged sadness."
The old man in Tang suit said solemnly, "Does that mean Xiaoyi's eyesight might recover?"
"That's the theory, but this is not our hospital's expertise."
The doctor replied, "Neurology is the specialty of the First Affiliated Hospital of Yenching Medical College, so you may have to take Ms. Wen to Yenching."
Old Wen said nothing, then he waved his hand and all the doctors retreated.
"After all these twists and turns, we still have to go to Yanjing in the end?" Old Wen slammed his crutch heavily, feeling a little angry.
When he broke with the Xiao family because of his grandson's incident, he once said that he would never set foot in Yanjing in his lifetime.
But today, for the sake of his daughter, he must return to Yanjing.
Moreover, he always felt resentful towards Xiao Wanli.
"Dad, just send me back by myself. You don't have to make a special trip." Wen Yi's expression was as calm as water, without any emotion on his face.
His originally lively eyes now looked empty and lifeless, with no color in them.
"You are in this state now. How can I let you go to Yanjing alone? After you are cured this time, go home and don't stay in Yanjing." Old Wen's tone was a little excited.
He was very sad to see his daughter, whom he had always regarded as the apple of his eye, become like this.
"No, I want to go. I must see Xiao Gucheng." Wen Yi said calmly, "I haven't divorced him. I'm still his wife, Xiao Gucheng."
"Then I must go with you." Elder Wen slowly stood up and said, "It's been eighteen years, and Xiao Wanli hasn't given me an explanation, and he's even avoided you."
"The revival of his Xiao family is important, but my grandson is not important?"
"His youngest son is a good family man, but my son-in-law deserves to die at the border?"
Elder Wen's tone was chilling. "If he still treats it coldly and avoids me, then I will go to the Red Walls to meet with the leaders and ask them if the bloodline of my Wen family is not important at all."
"Dad, I'm sorry..." Wen Yi covered her face with her hands, tears falling uncontrollably: "I'm incompetent. You're so old, and you're still involved in these things."
"You are the apple of my eye. No one can bully you." Old Wen put his arm around Wen Yi's shoulders with heartache: "Your brother is watching over the Wen family."
"We, father and daughter, will go to Yanjing together to ask Xiao Wanli for an explanation. If he still avoids us this time, then his son, Xiao Yuecheng, will never achieve any political achievements in the three provinces surrounding Shanghai."
Wen Yi shed tears and nodded heavily.
She murmured, "It's been eighteen years, Xiao Wanli, it's time for you to give us an explanation."
At the rehearsal, Xu Meir took a break and took a glass of water handed to her by her assistant.
Her exclusive water cup has a cute little bear printed on it, and the pink cup is very girly.
After taking a few sips of water, she casually put the cup aside, picked up her phone, and continued to read the unfinished novel.
Well, this kind of novel about a mentally retarded overbearing CEO is both embarrassing and addictive to read.
As she was watching with great interest, she suddenly felt her neck tighten.
She frowned, pressed her throat, picked up the water beside her and wanted to take a sip.
But there was no water in the cup. She wanted to ask her assistant to help her pour a glass of water, but when she opened her mouth, she was horrified to find that she had lost her voice.
She stood up suddenly, pressed her throat in panic, and then felt a pain in her throat like a knife cutting.
As a singer, if she loses her voice or has any problem with her voice, it will be a fatal blow to her career.
She tried her best to make a sound with her throat, but her usually sweet voice came out hoarse and exhausted.
The staff on the scene were all shocked. They stopped what they were doing and looked at Xu Meir in surprise.
"Mei'er, what's wrong with you?" Manager Sister Li walked in hurriedly.
She gestured desperately, pointing at her throat, tears streaming down her face.
"You lost your voice? Oh my God, the competition is tomorrow, and you lost your voice at this time?" Sister Li's face changed drastically.
She pulled Xu Meir along and said, "Let's go to the hospital."
Xu Meir's tears fell like beads from a broken string as she followed Sister Li into the car.
Sister Li was the one who brought her into the industry. She was very kind to her and was also her master. She could trust Sister Li unconditionally.
On the way, Sister Li kept comforting her, saying that it was just a temporary loss of voice and it was not a big problem.
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