Ye Qingqing pushed Lu Mo to the Sang family home. Madam Sheng was eating again. Now, she eats whenever she has a little energy. Each time she can eat a little, little by little, her resistance will naturally increase.
"Mom, look who I brought!" Sang Huaiyuan said with a smile.
The old lady was very happy. "Girl, you're here! You look so pretty in that red dress today. Come sit down."
"Grandma Sheng, you look great today! Let me give you a massage!"
Ye Qingqing didn't sit down. Instead, she pushed Lu Mo to the telephone and started massaging the old lady. Of course, she had to do things after receiving the money. Six hundred yuan was quite a lot. Shen Yanhong only earned five hundred yuan a month!
Under her massage, the old lady's appetite improved considerably, and she finished the whole bowl of millet porridge. Sang Huaiyuan finally felt relieved. As long as his mother could eat, no amount of money was too much.
"Mom, I have a meeting at ten o'clock, I have to go now, I'll have dinner with you tonight." Sang Huaiyuan glanced at his watch, looking a little anxious.
"Go on, go on, take care of yourself and get some rest. Look how bloodshot your eyes are. Don't come over tonight. Eat dinner and go to bed early. I'm doing fine here, so you don't need to worry about me." The old lady felt sorry for her son.
I'm so busy every day, I can't even get enough sleep, and I have to worry about her health. If I keep working like this, her health will collapse sooner or later.
She has already lost her daughter and doesn't want to lose her son too!
"Okay, I'll come over tonight if I'm free."
Sang Huaiyuan bid farewell to Ye Qingqing and Lu Mo, got into the black car that was already parked at the door, and left shortly afterward.
The old lady sighed and complained to Ye Qingqing, "How can your body handle being so busy every day? Sigh!"
Even without the old lady saying anything, Ye Qingqing could tell at a glance that Sang Huaiyuan was exhausted. He had definitely been working overtime all along, and his body was like a taut string that could snap at any moment.
“Uncle Sang is overworking himself. He needs to relax and can’t keep working so intensely,” Ye Qingqing reminded him.
The old lady sighed again, "It's no use talking to him every day. Your Uncle Sang is just too busy. He has so much work on his shoulders that he can barely breathe!"
In the world of martial arts, one is often not in control of one's own destiny; Sang Huaiyuan cannot simply rest whenever he wants.
Ye Qingqing frowned, and suddenly her heart skipped a beat. She remembered something from her past life, something she had almost forgotten.
Pingjiang City has a world-renowned commercial center that once attracted elites from all over the world, who moved about in towering office buildings. This commercial center has not yet started construction.
The commercial center was completed six years later, and the news coverage was overwhelming. At the same time, the news also focused on Vice Mayor Sang, who had devoted himself to the commercial center.
Six months before the commercial center was completed, Vice Mayor Sang suffered a sudden heart attack and collapsed while presiding over a meeting. He died before he could be taken to the hospital.
That Deputy Mayor Sang is now Sang Huaiyuan.
In other words, Sang Huaiyuan in his previous life would have something happen to him five years later.
Ye Qingqing was startled. After thinking for a moment, she asked, "Grandma Sheng, Uncle Sang should be in pretty good health, right?"
"He's just a little weak, but otherwise fine. He used to love playing ball when he was young and was very healthy. Now he doesn't have time to exercise, so his body has become weak." The old lady shook her head.
Ye Qingqing understood. Sang Huaiyuan definitely didn't know that there was a problem with his health. In his previous life, he died because of a sudden heart attack and he didn't have any quick-acting heart medicine, which led to the delay in rescue.
"Grandma Sheng, you should still persuade Uncle Sang to go to the hospital for a full check-up. I think Uncle Sang doesn't look too well, and a check-up would put your mind at ease," Ye Qingqing advised.
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