The capital city.
Shen Zhi Qiu and Lu Jia had quickly packed their luggage for the past few days.
Lu Jia put her luggage in the living room and then walked towards the sofa.
"Brother, Jiangbei will come to pick us up early tomorrow morning, so don't worry. I'll be back in a few days," Shen Zhi Qiu said softly, seeing Rong Mo looking at her with concern.
"Well, you all need to be careful. Is Jiangbei reliable?" Rong Mo frowned, still somewhat worried.
"Don't worry, Jiang Bei is a long-time friend of ours. He's a man of impeccable character and ability, so there won't be any problems," Lu Jia added.
Rong Mo's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally relaxed a little.
Suddenly, Rong Mo's phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number, but it showed that it was from Beijing.
Rong Mo assumed they were media outlets trying to arrange an interview, so he hung up immediately.
The next second, Rong Mo received a WeChat message.
A message popped up on WeChat, which hadn't been online for a while: "It was me who made the call."
Rong Mo was somewhat dazed, his eyes dimmed for a moment, and a trace of melancholy flashed across his face, but he immediately regained his composure.
This scene was witnessed by Yan Yan, who was sitting opposite her. She pretended to look at her phone, but glanced at Rong Mo's actions out of the corner of her eye.
The phone rang again. Rong Mo pressed the answer button, stood up without making a sound, and walked towards the garden outside.
Yan Yan frowned slightly, but didn't say anything, and started chatting naturally with Shen Zhi Qiu.
"Hello?" Rong Mo pushed open the door and stood in the wind.
The winter wind carried a biting chill, just like Rong Mo's heart at that moment.
"Rong Mo." Chu Xia's voice came from the other end.
"Hmm, is there something you need?" Rong Mo's voice was indifferent, devoid of any emotion.
"I'm sorry about the news. I heard that our Xinxia Media anchor barged into the hospital room to interview Si Mingyu. I'm sorry, that wasn't my intention." Chu Xia's voice sounded tired.
"Okay, I understand." Rong Mo's voice remained indifferent.
"Can you forgive me? I really didn't mean to." Chu Xia's voice began to sound a little aggrieved, and she said with some emotion, "You know what? You never used to talk to me like this."
"Early Summer, is there anything else?" Rong Mo interrupted her, suppressing his heartache as he asked.
"Huh?" Chu Xia was caught off guard. She didn't expect Rong Mo to be so direct and straightforward. It was obvious that he not only didn't forgive her, but also didn't want to talk to her anymore.
"You knew about this before your company's streamer went to the hospital, right?"
Rong Mo asked, though a sliver of hope still lingered in his heart.
But Chu Xia, on the other side, remained silent.
Rong Mo gave a bitter smile and said with a hint of self-mockery, "So, Chu Xia, how can I forgive you? If this matter only concerns me, Rong Mo, or my Rong family, I can forgive you, because you are Chu Xia."
However, this will hurt my sister. She has been suffering a lot while she was away, and I think you already know that, but you still chose to spend money.
From the company's perspective, I can understand, but from my brother's perspective, I'm sorry, I can't forgive him.
"Amo, I..." Chu Xia choked up as soon as she opened her mouth.
"If you really feel sorry, you should clarify things and stop using my sister to increase traffic. Besides, a lot of the information is false," Rong Mo said coldly, then hung up the phone.
In early summer, she sat by the window in her study, staring blankly out the window, tears streaming down her cheeks. She kept her lips tightly closed, a wave of sorrow washing over her.
Lin Su passed by the door, his steps light, intending to go to the room to check on Chu Xia. But suddenly he saw a faint light coming from the study. He gently pushed the half-closed door and saw that Chu Xia's profile was already covered with tears.
He sighed softly and gently closed the door again.
A sudden heavy snowfall began in the capital.
Rong Mo held his phone, leaned against the door, closed his eyes, and let out a long sigh.
Over the years, he has never spoken a harsh word to Chu Xia, nor has he ever been impatient with her. He is afraid that she will be sad. Even if she just frowns, Rong Mo will feel sorry for her.
But now, everything has changed. He has no choice but to harden his heart.
He stood in the heavy snow for a long time, his dark coat almost completely white, and his hair covered in white streaks. A gust of wind blew, carrying away the white snowflakes from his hair, and Rong Mo couldn't help but shiver.
He vigorously patted the snow off his coat, gently opened the door with his slightly frozen hands, and walked towards the living room.
The warm house contrasted sharply with the icy snow outside. As Rong Mo walked, his stiff hands and feet slowly began to warm up.
"Brother, why did you take so long on the phone?" When Shen Zhi Qiu saw Rong Mo return, she quickly went up to him, took his hand and led him to the sofa. After he sat down, she quickly poured him a cup of hot tea and held it in her hands. "Drink something hot to warm yourself up."
"Thank you." Rong Mo nodded, forcing a smile.
But when he lowered his head, he still looked somewhat worried.
Yan Yan smiled and teased, "I'm afraid the snow scene outside is too beautiful, and it has captivated your brother's heart, which is why he is reluctant to come in."
"I think so too!" Shen Zhi Qiu said reproachfully, "It's so cold, be careful not to catch a cold."
Sure enough, Rong Mo started to develop a high fever that evening.
"President Rong has a fever of 38.5 degrees Celsius. He needs to take some fever-reducing medicine." Aunt Zhao hurriedly came out of Rong Mo's room and said to Shen Zhi Qiu.
"Then I'll take the medicine in to him." Shen Zhi Qiu said anxiously, "He must have caught a cold from talking on the phone outside for too long."
"Miss, please don't go in. If Mr. Rong infects you, and then you infect the children, it will be a problem. I'll take him in in a bit," Aunt Zhao hurriedly stopped Shen Zhi Qiu.
"Then I'll go, Aunt Zhao." Lu Jia had already come over with a pot of hot water.
"Just give it to me! You can't catch a cold either. You're leaving early tomorrow morning, so please don't get sick." After saying that, Aunt Zhao took the kettle without waiting for Lu Jia to refuse and headed towards the stairs.
“Yes, you shouldn’t go in,” Yan Yan also advised. “Tomorrow I’ll draft a menu for President Rong and have Aunt Zhao make him some nourishing soup to take with his medicine. He’ll get better soon, don’t worry.”
"Then I'll trouble you, Yan Yan," Shen Zhi Qiu said somewhat shyly.
"It's not hard work at all. You've all been so good to me, so this is all I can do to repay you," Yan Yan said with a smile.
It was late at night, and everyone had gone to sleep.
Yan Yan tiptoed out of the room.
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