Sangjia, Wushan Road
Madam Sheng was in a good mood and in good spirits because her son and daughter-in-law had come back to have dinner with her, making the house very lively.
"Mom, you look great! Xiao Li said you even had a bowl of fish soup for lunch. That's good, you deserve praise!"
Sang Huaiyuan gave a thumbs-up in praise. He was the vice mayor of Pingjiang City. He was tall and thin, wore gold-rimmed glasses, was gentle and refined, had a kind face, and was about forty or fifty years old, but looked a little tired and had bloodshot eyes.
Pingjiang City is ushering in an important era of economic take-off. Sang Huaiyuan studied economics in university. His mentor, Mr. Chen Ren (fictional), had studied abroad and was an internationally renowned economist, as well as an important advocate of saving the country through industry.
The policies that Sang Huaiyuan is now proposing were all suggestions that Mr. Chen Ren had made to the government before the liberation, but the government at that time was so corrupt that it was impossible to implement these economic measures.
Now is the best time. Sang Huaiyuan wished he had three heads and six arms so he could work through the night, but he was also annoyed that his physical strength and energy were no longer sufficient to handle the current workload.
Sigh... He wasted his best years on the farm, and now he's really getting old!
When Madam Sheng saw her son's tired expression, she knew he must have been working late into the night again. She scolded him with dissatisfaction, "You can't rush things. Pingjiang City's economy can't take off in just a few years. If you don't take good care of your health, you'll never see the fruits of your hard work!"
Sun Qiuyun came out of the kitchen. She was Sang Huaiyuan's wife who had shared joys and sorrows with him, as well as the general manager of Yimin Pharmaceutical. She was a shrewd and capable businesswoman who had a very good relationship with her mother-in-law, Madam Sheng.
“Mom, you really need to have a serious talk with Huaiyuan. He won’t listen to anything I say. Now he doesn’t even come home anymore, he just sleeps in his office. Look how thin he’s become…”
Sun Qiuyun was furious when she talked about it, but she felt even more sorry for her husband.
Working late into the night every day and not being able to rest properly during the day is something even the strongest body can't handle.
My husband is now the pillar of the Sang family; we can't afford to have anything happen to him again.
Moreover, the Sang family has suffered enough; some have died, others have fallen ill. She no longer seeks great wealth and status; she only hopes that her family can live in peace and safety.
Madam Sheng's expression turned stern. "Huaiyuan, only slow and steady wins the race. You're not a child anymore. Don't you understand this principle?"
Sang Huaiyuan looked guilty, but work was piling up, and he had no choice but to accept it!
"Mom has already lost your sister, your aunt and your cousin... too many people have left. If you were to leave too... what would be the point of Mom living..." Old Madam Sheng sighed, tears welling in her eyes.
She watched helplessly as her loved ones left her one by one... and she was powerless to stop it. She never wanted to endure that heart-wrenching pain again!
The old lady only hoped that the rest of her life, and the rest of her family, would be peaceful and safe.
Sang Huaiyuan and Sun Qiuyun looked somber. The past was too painful. Their family had managed to pull through, but their poor aunt's family... sigh!
"Mom...it was my fault. I will definitely take better care of my health in the future, and I will try my best to delegate the work to the younger people," Sang Huaiyuan sincerely promised.
He also wanted to live a good life and witness Pingjiang City become a shining international metropolis.
He wants to witness it firsthand and create it himself!
Madam Sheng smiled and patted Sang Huaiyuan's hand lightly. "That's how it has to be. Work is never-ending. You have to learn to delegate and not let work control your life. Let's eat!"
Sun Qiuyun breathed a sigh of relief, arranged the dishes with Xiao Li, and then personally served the old lady millet porridge, but—
"...Qiuyun, you eat by yourself, I need to rest first." The old lady felt unwell after a few bites and told her son and daughter-in-law to eat first.
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