Gangzi sat up straight.
Ji Yanjun turned to look at him and asked, "What is Wen Qing doing at the hospital?"
"Maybe they're visiting a patient," Gangzi said uncertainly.
Who is the patient?
"I don't know either. I just watched her go in, and when I followed her, I couldn't see her anymore," Gangzi explained.
"How does she look?" Ji Yanjun asked.
"It's fine," Gangzi replied.
Ji Yanjun thought for a while before saying, "Let's get off the bus."
"Should we just stop here?" Gangzi asked.
"Um."
Gangzi got out of the car, and Ji Yanjun got out as well. After checking the car door locks, windows, and truck bed, they headed home.
Gangzi followed behind.
"Yanjun, are you still going to Xiacheng?" Gangzi asked.
"go."
When are you going?
"I'll go again in a few days after receiving another batch of goods," Ji Yanjun said.
Gangzi hesitated.
Ji Yanjun glanced at him sideways and said, "You don't need to go. Stay home and prepare. We'll talk about it after you get married."
"Are you sure you can manage on your own?"
"OK."
"What about Wen Qing? Are you all in trouble?" Gangzi asked again.
Ji Yanjun sighed, "This wasn't my decision. She was determined not to be with me."
"What should we do then?"
Ji Yanjun was silent for a moment before speaking: "I don't know either. I can't even see her now."
"If you're still in the county town in four days, you can see her," Gangzi said with a smile.
"Four days later?"
“Yes, the Fengqing Group will be established in four days, on July 16th. It will definitely be a big event.” Gangzi said, “Wen Qing, as the boss of the Fengqing Group, will definitely be there.”
"Fengqing Group?" Ji Yanjun asked.
Gangzi nodded: "Yeah, Fengqing Group has chosen and prepared the site and facilities. It's amazing. We're just waiting to set off firecrackers and host a banquet the day after tomorrow. Wenqing is getting bigger and bigger. I heard that the county head and deputy county head will be there the day after tomorrow. I feel that if Fengqing gets any bigger, even the mayor and deputy mayor will give it some face."
Ji Yanjun's lips curled up slightly, and he said softly, "You're capable."
"Shall we go and join the fun?"
“Go,” Ji Yanjun said.
In the following days, Fengqing's various subsidiaries became even busier, confirming the important clients for each module who had already been invited.
The newly recruited employees of Fengqing Group each performed their respective duties.
Under Wen Qing's guidance, Wen Liang, along with the group's management team, prepared to buy a textile factory in Nanzhou City.
Everyone in Fengqing was busy, except for Wenqing, who was idle in Shuiwan Village, occasionally answering a phone call, with Yao Shiling watching from the side.
"Wen Qing, take a rest, take a rest," Yao Shiling said.
Wen Qing laughed, "My illness isn't caused by overwork, and the doctor didn't say I couldn't answer the phone. You also said that the First People's Hospital of Nanzhou City is the best and most advanced hospital, famous throughout the country. Once I've made all the necessary preparations for the surgery, my illness will definitely be cured." In his previous life, when Ji Yanjun learned of Wen Qing's illness, he used all his connections to contact hospitals across the country, but they were either too far away, taking too much time, or their expertise in this area wasn't strong enough.
Comparatively speaking, the First People's Hospital of Nanzhou City has better medical facilities, and Wen Qing contacted Dr. Pang and offered a large sum of money to invite several senior doctors from the First People's Hospital of Nanzhou City to come out of retirement just for this surgery.
Seeing Wen Qing smile, Yao Shiling couldn't smile. What was "cancer"? Even though she wasn't educated, she knew it was a terminal illness that could kill someone, but she believed Wen Qing would be alright, she was sure she would be alright.
“Then you also need to take good care of your health,” Yao Shiling said.
"Okay, Mom, I understand," Wen Qing said with a smile.
"I'm going to cook."
"good."
As soon as Yao Shiling left, Wen Qing's smile vanished.
Although Yao Shiling tried her best every day to prepare food for her according to the doctor's instructions and to make full preparations for the surgery, she couldn't eat anything. She had had stomach cancer before, and she knew what that felt like.
She vomits, feels pain, and coughs up blood. In her past life, she didn't get stomach cancer when she was eighteen, or even when she was twenty-eight. But in this life, she got it at the age of eighteen.
It seems that since her rebirth, many things from her previous life have been disrupted, either happening or not happening.
In her past life, it took her more than half a year for her illness to progress from initial symptoms to coughing up blood. However, it seems that this life is different. She feels noticeably weaker every day than the day before. The doctor gave her medicine, which she took, but it did not have the effect the doctor had predicted. She felt that medicine was useless against her body, and she even suspected that even if she had surgery, it might not be effective.
She couldn't help but think back to the day she died in her previous life, July 19th. She wondered if she would also leave this world on that day in this life, and she was afraid she wouldn't be able to overcome this hurdle.
Rebirth itself is inconceivable.
Therefore, she needed to seize the time to consolidate Feng Qing's position and make Wen Liang more capable. She wished she could finish all the unfinished tasks in one day, so that even if she left on July 19th, she would have no regrets.
"Wen Qing, dinner's ready," Yao Shiling called out.
After Wen Qing responded, the phone rang, and she answered it.
"Sister Wenqing, your clothes for tomorrow are finished!" Baohong said, "They look great, and the leather shoes are especially nice too."
"Have someone deliver it to Shuiwan Village," Wen Qing said with a smile.
“Okay,” Bao Hong happily agreed.
Wen Qing then hung up the phone and walked to the dining table: "Mom, Fengqing Group is being established tomorrow, you have to go too."
"I'm not going, and you shouldn't go either. Let Wenliang handle this himself."
“That won’t do. I have to show my face, otherwise it will be difficult for Wen Liang to handle things later.” Wen Qing said, “Mom, don’t worry, I’ll just show my face and come back, okay? And can I go to the hospital a day early?”
“Then I’ll go with you,” Yao Shiling said.
"good."
"Let's eat."
"Hmm." Wen Qing picked up her chopsticks, ate slowly and carefully until she had almost finished, and then said, "Mom, Wen Peng hasn't come back yet. Why don't you go and call him?"
Yao Shiling glanced at the large clock on the wall and nodded: "Eat more, I'll go call him."
"Mm," Wen Qing said with a smile.
As soon as Yao Shiling left, Wen Qing immediately put down her chopsticks and began to vomit. She started to feel pain below her heart, and beads of sweat streamed down her face from the pain.
She felt once again that her illness was progressing at an abnormal, even bizarre, rate.
Wen Qing was in pain for a while before she recovered and sat down at the table to rest.
"Big sister! Big sister!" Wen Peng's cheerful voice came from outside.
Wen Qing turned her head and saw Wen Peng running in carrying a lively fish: "Big sister! Look, I caught a blackfish. Grandpa Da Dao said that blackfish is good for your health and that eating it will make you stronger! You've lost so much weight recently."
Wen Qing smiled and said, "Thank you. Put the fish down, wash your hands and face, and come eat."
"Okay." Wen Peng ran out, and Yao Shiling came in: "Would you like to eat something else?"
"No, thank you." Wen Qing slowly stood up and walked back to her room.
That afternoon, people from Fengqing brought over Wenqing and Yao Shiling's clothes.
Yao Shiling tried on the clothes and they fit perfectly, but Wen Qing's clothes were too big, and her pants were two fingers too big at the waist.
Wen Qing was taken aback.
Yao Shiling was already secretly wiping away tears.
“Bao Hong is so careless. Even though we told her the dimensions, she still had them made too small,” Wen Qing said.
Yao Shiling kept her head down and didn't look up.
The next morning, Wen Qing put on the clothes she had drawn herself: a white georgette blouse with a small ruffled hem and two small white buttons on the cuffs, paired with straight black trousers and leather shoes.
Wen Qing looked in the mirror and saw that her complexion was sallow. She applied some powder, drew her eyebrows, and put on a light layer of lipstick.
The cars that were waiting to pick her up were already waiting at the door. When she came out of the yard, the neighbors were stunned. Although they all knew that Wen Qing was beautiful, they rarely saw her wearing makeup, or rather, they rarely saw her so formal. She was completely unlike a typical young girl, and had a kind of cold and aloof beauty that was almost overwhelming.
Wen Qing smiled slightly, which made her seem very approachable.
“Pengpeng, your older sister is so beautiful,” Da Dao said, tugging at Wen Peng’s arm.
Wen Peng raised his chin and said, "Of course!"
"Mom, get in the car," Wen Qing said.
Today, Yao Shiling was dressed quite formally. Combined with her natural elegance, Wen Qing made her look like a kind and wealthy lady.
Wen Qing, Yao Shiling, and Wen Peng got into a car amidst the watchful eyes of their neighbors.
Yao Shiling asked, "Wen Qing, what do you think?"
Wen Qing smiled and said, "Mom, don't worry, I'm fine."
"If you feel unwell, tell your mom."
"good."
"We'll just show up and come right back."
"good."
"Take your medicine and eat on time when you get home."
"good."
Wen Qing agreed to whatever Yao Shiling said.
Before long, they arrived at the county town and the Fengqing Group. The Fengqing Group was far from the town center but close to Fengqing Transportation. Because of Fengqing's great reputation and the promotion by the Fengqing Group, a lot of people gathered at the Fengqing Group.
Wen Qing's original intention was to establish a central system for convenience, and then consolidate her influence by inviting key clients from various branches. Now, another objective is to introduce Wen Liang to these people, in case Feng Qing has no one to carry on her legacy after her departure.
Wen Liang was wearing a suit that Wen Qing had made for him today. Given his precocious maturity and composure, he didn't look like a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, but rather like a young man in his early twenties.
As soon as Wen Qing's car pulled up in front of Feng Qing, Wen Liang and other key employees of Feng Qing came to greet him.
"sister."
"Young boss."
Wen Qing slowly got out of the car, a faint smile on her face, radiant yet reserved.
"Is she Wen Qing?"
"Yes. Feng Qing's boss."
"So young."
"Only eighteen!"
"She really is the owner of a designer clothing store! She's so beautiful and stylish! And her clothes are so fashionable too!"
"..."
"Sister." Wen Liang stepped forward.
Wen Qing smiled, then turned to help Yao Shiling up. She wanted everyone to know that this gentle woman was the person she, Wen Qing, loved most in the world—her mother.
"Mom," Wen Qing called out with a smile.
Wen Qing's actions sparked discussion among others; she even brought her mother along, showing how filial she is.
"Mom," Wen Liang called out, then stood next to Wen Qing.
Wen Qing smiled and walked towards the entrance of Fengqing Group, greeting customers and partners who came to attend the group's founding ceremony as she went.
"Hello, Mr. Wang, long time no see, Manager Zhang, hello, Brother Li..." Wen Qing recognized them all.
Many people were quite impressed; Wen Qing's memory was truly remarkable.
When Wen Qing walked inside and saw Tang Quan, she also saw Gangzi and Ji Yanjun beside Tang Quan.
Wen Qing was slightly taken aback.
Ji Yanjun stared intently at her, a pang of pain shooting through his heart. How could she have lost so much weight?
Even Gangzi noticed it and whispered, "Wen Qing has lost weight."
Ji Yanjun felt a dull ache in his heart. How could she have lost so much weight? Was Feng Qing working too hard? Didn't she used to love to eat? Why didn't she eat more?
"Uncle Tang, it's been a long time," Wen Qing said with a smile as she stepped forward.
Tang Quan laughed: "Wen Qing, you've really got some skills now. None of us can compare to you."
Wen Qing smiled and said, "Uncle Tang, you flatter me. I am where I am today because of everyone's kindness and help." Wen Qing smiled. She used to not know how to say such polite words. She had learned a lot from following Ji Yanjun for so many years in her previous life.
Tang Quan laughed and said, "Wen Qing, how come you've lost so much weight?"
Ji Yanjun stared intently at Wen Qing, who suddenly felt that Wen Qing was as thin as a wisp of smoke, a wisp of soul, and could disappear at any moment.
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