Gu Qingcheng was busy with her career, and Wei Jingxi was also immersed in the intense and busy physics experiments.
Because of President Wei, Wei Jingxi's laboratory was registered under the name of the university.
In addition to conducting experiments, Wei Jingxi also gives lectures at universities.
Students in the Department of Physics are also his students.
During class, Wei Jingxi would observe carefully and select carefully to find reserve talents for his laboratory.
Since he didn't have an assistant with sufficient ability, Wei Jingxi trained his own.
After several months of hard work, the general framework of the laboratory has been successfully established.
With the equipment and consumables provided by Gu Qingcheng, Wei Jingxi's experiment went very smoothly.
Wei Jingxi became more and more obsessed with his work.
However, he did not completely forget his family.
Every once in a while, he would set aside a day to spend time with his wife and attend her living room salon.
As for the increasingly popular "Ms. Gu", Wei Jingxi felt nothing but happiness and pride.
He didn't care that his students called him "Master".
Nor would they care about the ridicule in the unscrupulous tabloids, such as the hens crowing at dawn, the strong men and the weak women, the wives who married into the family, and the gigolos...
Wei Jingxi didn't care about anything.
He would even take the initiative to say, "I'm Ms. Gu's husband!" when introducing himself.
This is not self-deprecation, but genuine pride in Ms. Gu.
His heart is so strong that he doesn't care about worldly prejudices or criticisms from outsiders.
Huoshui watched the whole process and couldn't help but sigh: "Your Majesty, no wonder you like him."
"This Wei Jingxi is definitely not an ordinary person."
Even some celebrities or so-called successful people may not be able to accept that their wives are more capable than themselves.
He may not be willing to live under the shadow of his wife.
But Wei Jingxi did it and enjoyed it.
In addition to having a strong heart, it is also because he deeply loves his wife.
Gu Qingcheng's eyes flickered, and she replied softly, "Of course 'he' is not a mortal!"
The relationship between the young couple is sweet and stable, and the small family is particularly harmonious.
The following year, Gu Qingcheng gave birth to their first child.
Principal Wei and Mr. Gu were both very happy.
This is the true crystallization of the fusion of the blood of two people.
The two old fathers were vying to name their grandson.
From the beginning of Gu Qingcheng's pregnancy until the birth of the child, the two old children were still fighting over the baby.
Finally, we reached a consensus——
Principal Wei chose the formal name, and Father Gu chose the nickname.
Gu Qingcheng and Wei Jingxi, the parents, tragically lost all naming rights!
However, these are all harmless little things.
After the fun, the small family returned to peace and harmony.
Another year has passed.
Although unification had been achieved in name long ago, warlords were still fighting each other.
It was not until thunder roared in Liaodong that the curtain of the war was slowly drawn.
"Explode! Explode everything!"
Gu Qingcheng sent a telegram to Shengjing in grief.
She sat alone in the living room, looking towards the northeast, silent.
After experiencing all this again, even a big shot with a cruel heart and dirty hands like Gu Qingcheng could hardly bear it.
Even hundreds of miles away, she seemed to be able to hear the rumbling sound of the explosion.
After this day, there was a huge wave of refugees.
Gu Qingcheng cheered up, and the Gu Fund began to raise funds to arrange for these people who had no choice but to flee their hometown.
Lin Mujun, who was far away in the southwest, also came to the capital alone.
Her layout in the Fog City has come to an end, and all the factories have long been back on track.
There is no shortage of manpower.
However, the refugees need resettlement.
Lin Mujun and Gu Qingcheng discussed it and decided to stop the fleet, bring in food, and take away the refugees.
Although they are as rich as a country, their personal power is always limited.
The two ladies could only do their best to rescue the people.
"...Wanqing, I have a feeling this is just the beginning!"
Looking at those miserable and bewildered refugees, Lin Mujun uttered a few words in a low voice.
"Yeah! I feel the same way."
Two people who are familiar with the plot and have studied history all night long, obviously know everything, but can only act like "prophets".
"etc!"
Lin Mujun suddenly realized that she knew the direction of the future, but she had no influence and no credibility.
Even if the prediction is accurate, people will not believe it.
And the person standing next to him was the "Witch of the East", and everyone in the Ugly Country believed in her.
This perception has even affected the domestic situation.
Moreover, the various actions taken by Ms. Gu after returning to China have made her a celebrity of the time.
There are still people who are willing to listen to her.
Believe it or not, let’s not talk about it for now. It’s better than her being an amateur who is known as “Zeng Hongmin’s ex-wife”.
"Wanqing, the country still doesn't believe in Xiaori's wolfish ambitions."
"Many people also have the illusion that someone from outside the country will help mediate."
How naive and ridiculous is it to pin your hopes on the conscience of a robber and the kindness of other robbers?
But this is the current situation in the world.
Not only those in power think so, but ordinary people also think so.
Just like Jinling, even if the two ladies predicted it in advance and worked hard, no one would believe it.
Because no one can imagine that there are such beastly beings in this world.
"...Even though I can't wake everyone up, I can at least make them stop harboring illusions."
"Well, I, I wrote a book, could you help me recommend it?"
As an executor, Lin Mujun doesn't like to be a plagiarist.
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