As night fell, the rain intensified, soaking the windows and creating fine, damp streaks. The air itself became humid.
Push open the door,
Outside the gate, on the light-colored path where the mud had been stained dark by the rain, a familiar black car was parked.
I don't know how long it had stopped, but the rain started again outside when dinner was over, but the ground under the car was still dry.
Chu Wuyang was about to say goodbye to Yang Jinchu, who was preparing to see her off.
To everyone's surprise, Yang Jinchu, with her long legs, strode to the car and roughly opened the door.
The person I expected wasn't there.
Only Li Yan, sitting in the driver's seat with a bewildered expression, was slightly surprised when Chu Wuyang caught up and saw the situation inside the car.
That person wasn't there.
Yang Jinchu seemed to have been holding in his anger all night, ready to unleash it as he opened the car door, only to find that he had punched nothing but air.
I got even angrier.
"That's quite an achievement; you found the address so quickly."
Without even greeting Chu Wuyang, he turned and walked into the house.
Chu Wuyang sat in the car and watched the figure enter the house, clicking his tongue in amazement, his emotions becoming increasingly unstable.
When I got home, before the car even got close, I could see the white villa in the distance.
A dark figure stood motionless, hands in pockets, backlit by the indoor light. Raindrops, falling obliquely, could be vaguely seen pattering against the person, who didn't even flinch.
The car pulled up and stopped. The figure in black hesitated but did not approach.
The darkness and rain intensified the cold.
Chu Wuyang walked past Jing Min, her gaze lingering on the large wet patch clinging to his skin on his shoulder, but she didn't stop, completely ignoring him.
Dressed in all black, Jing Min's face appeared even more somber. He clenched his slightly cold fingers, his gaze following Chu Wuyang's figure. Beneath his calm eyes lay a turbulent undercurrent of emotions unknown to anyone.
He restrained himself as much as possible.
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Last night, the rain howled for half the night. The withered leaves in the courtyard rustled in the wind, sounding like a lament of endless sorrow in the damp, shady night.
During the day, the garden returned to its tranquility. Chu Wuyang lay listlessly in a wicker chair under the shade of a tree, enjoying her afternoon tea.
A gentle breeze rippled across the calm surface of the pond not far away.
In the warm coastal city of September, the lotus flowers were still in full bloom, swaying gently in the breeze, their fragrance filling the air. Chu Wuyang squinted slightly, her thick, black hair cascading down like a waterfall, obscuring her delicate profile.
dappled sunlight filtered through the dense branches, casting dappled patterns on her pale face, creating a shimmering, translucent effect from afar. The scene was serene and idyllic.
This serene and peaceful scene vanished in an instant in the third-floor study.
In the eyes of the man standing by the window, the man's cold face had a pale, sickly appearance.
But his aura was still powerful.
Jingmin felt somewhat dazed when he saw the scene downstairs.
His heartless appearance strangely comforted him.
He remained still, wanting to let this feeling of relaxation flow throughout his body.
But the argument from his subordinates pulled him back to reality. He picked up his now-cold coffee and took a sip, but the burning sensation in his throat from swallowing was extremely uncomfortable.
It was also accompanied by coughing sounds.
Yan Zhou quickly handed over the water, and Jing Min took it, then looked down towards the garden.
When he got home last night, Chu Wuyang didn't say a word to him and unilaterally decided to sleep in a separate room.
He coldly watched as the sleepless man stood on the balcony, defiantly enduring the cold wind all night.
As expected, the cold returned the next day, forcing Yan Zhou to arrange for the meeting room to be moved to their home.
Living under the same roof, I didn't go downstairs for breakfast or lunch, and I didn't receive the slightest bit of concern from her.
Doctor, with all the people from the company running around making such a commotion, not a single person came to inquire.
He really is heartless.
The cacophony of arguments inside the meeting room contrasted sharply with the tranquility of the garden.
Suddenly, Chu Wuyang slapped her own arm with a "smack," as if she had been hurt by her own force. She clutched her arm and muttered to herself.
They couldn't hear anything upstairs, but they could see her hand waving frantically in the air.
It's not hard to imagine that they must be annoying flies or mosquitoes.
And if they hadn't managed to get a shot, they wouldn't have stood up to prepare to change locations.
Jingmin, upstairs, rarely saw her looking so frustrated, and let out an inappropriate chuckle. Usually, she was the one who could make people grit their teeth in anger, yet no one could do anything about it.
He thanked the mosquito for avenging him, but thinking of her fair and delicate skin, which was prone to allergies, he said this but still called the maid to get some anti-itch medicine.
The maid was also wondering why President Jing was making such a big fuss.
In the past, even with a leg injury, I would go to work with crutches regardless of the weather. But this time, I fell ill from a minor cold.
Besides, does getting sick make you talk more?
I called her several times, but it was always the same trivial tasks: wiping the study window, moving the rattan chair downstairs, adding food to the fish pond.
Oh, and even breakfast and lunch are delivered to her bedroom. This is the first time she's done this in the two or three years she's been with the Jing family!
Isn't this illness a bit too delicate?
I really miss the old, indomitable CEO Jing, who ignored everything and treated her like she was invisible. But this time, he clearly said he would give the medicine to his wife. Although she had a lot of unspoken thoughts in her mind, she still did as he said.
After all, jobs with such high salaries are hard to find these days.
After the servants left, the study fell silent, and the subordinates exchanged bewildered glances.
That soft laugh just now wasn't loud, but it was enough to be jarring. Where were we in the meeting?
Oh, the joint venture with Dahan Medical to build a large-scale disease relief project is ostensibly medical charity, or to put it more nicely, charity. In reality, it's a clinical trial—it aims to waive all treatment costs for orphans and impoverished individuals with rare diseases who cannot afford imported drugs and surgeries. However, the drugs involved are not yet on the market, and the surgeries are not essential.
Large corporations like theirs have a very wide range of projects, and the medical field is a relatively new investment they've only made in the last two years. President Jing has been particularly attentive to and following up on this.
Coincidentally, the latest batch of unreleased imported drugs came in handy, offering hope for critically ill patients. However, before the results were in, the second son of Dahan Medical, who had suffered from this serious illness for many years, passed away.
Therefore, given the current situation where the head of DaHan Medical is grieving the loss of his son, he has no interest in the future. The purpose of this meeting is to bring in other partners or directly select a replacement.
Mr. Jing's smile just now caused complete silence in the study; everyone was thinking to themselves, "Mr. Jing is being incredibly unfair."
The other person just lost their son, so it's inevitable that they'll relax a bit and want to kick someone else out. They even secretly laugh at the other person's son for being unlucky and missing out on the new drug. Considering that General Manager Jing is young and exceptionally capable.
But this personality is really cold and heartless.
However, businessmen are also driven by profit. As long as Boss Jing can make money for them and provide sufficient benefits, they will still admire and respect him. This bit of morality and ethics can be completely ignored.
Jing Min, unaware of his subordinates' thoughts, had already leisurely sat back in his chair, looking down at the documents in front of him, a smile playing on his lips, his slender, pale fingers rhythmically tapping lightly on the table.
Everyone snapped out of their daze and continued reporting.
Jingmin listened to the report, but his thoughts were not fully focused, and his gaze would occasionally drift towards the garden downstairs.
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