Chapter 52 Beautiful to Saintly
"Boss Lin, these are the Sheng's projects that were recently intercepted."
The assistant walked into the office carrying a stack of documents.
Lin Huaiyan pointed at the table without even looking up, "Put it there."
"Do we need to continue to put pressure on them?" the assistant stopped and asked.
"Tell them that this matter won't end until Sheng Yuan is kicked off the board." Lin Huaiyan's voice was cold. "There are no other conditions to discuss."
The assistant understood what Lin Huaiyan meant, nodded, turned around and left, closing the door.
After the people left, Lin Huaiyan lit a cigarette.
Amidst the bluish-white smoke, his eyes were dim and unclear.
Not long after, the secretary knocked on the door to report.
"Boss Lin, Boss Jiang is here."
Lin Huaiyan paused, then said calmly, "Come in."
The door opened and Jiang Zhi came in with something.
Lin Huaiyan took a deep puff of his cigarette and said, "Sit down." Without even looking at him,
Only after Jiang Zhi sat down did Lin Huaiyan look up.
"Are there any progress?"
Jiang Zhi's eyes were even more indifferent than the last time they met.
Jiang Zhi nodded, "Sheng Yuan has been very active in Beijing recently."
Even if they suppressed the news of Miss Ming's disappearance thoroughly.
There are always people who vaguely sense something.
"I know." Lin Huaiyan flicked the ash off his cigarette.
If Sheng Yuan hadn't destroyed his own Great Wall, things wouldn't have developed so smoothly.
Sheng Yuan is simply a madman now.
He completely ignored the company's affairs.
He spends a lot of money without any care.
He said he wanted to find some extraordinary people to study a watch.
This matter has almost become a laughing stock in the upper class circles.
But Lin Huaiyan knew in his heart that he was somewhat envious of Sheng Yuan's unscrupulousness.
Whether it was when he was young and frivolous, or now when he holds great power.
He would never be able to do what Sheng Yuan did, taking a gamble without considering the consequences.
"What does Mr. Lin think?"
Jiang Zhi opened his phone, and from an angle that Lin Huaiyan couldn't see, the first thing he saw was the photo of Mingzhu.
Lin Huaiyan slowly exhaled a smoke ring, then extinguished the cigarette butt and continued speaking.
"It must be related to Mingzhu."
Jiang Zhi nodded, turned off his phone and placed a document on the table.
"I'm sorry, but we still haven't found Miss Ming. But my people have found some other clues."
Lin Huaiyan was not surprised. He nodded expressionlessly and his eyes fell on the document.
Just when Jiang Zhi stood up and prepared to leave.
Lin Huaiyan suddenly said: "That piece of land belongs to you."
The piece of land that could bring hundreds of millions of profits finally fell into Jiang Zhi's hands.
It also means starting from this moment.
He has firmly established his foothold in the Shanghai Stock Exchange.
But even so, there was still no joy on Jiang Zhi's face.
His voice was calm. "Thank you."
The office door was closed again and silence fell again.
Lin Huaiyan opened the document and looked at it for a long time.
Then a long-lost smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
When Mingzhu's consciousness completely returned to her body.
It was already bright outside, the electric curtains opened automatically, and sunlight filled the house.
The discomfort caused by the soul leaving the body for a short time and then being forced to return made Mingzhu's whole body start to feel hot.
My limbs felt weak and sore, and every breath was accompanied by a burning sensation.
Mingzhu struggled to sit up and reached out to press the intercom line.
But before she could put the receiver back in its place.
Soon there was a gentle knock on the door.
"Come in." Mingzhu's voice was a little weak.
When Jiang Zhi pushed the door open.
The sunlight was falling directly on the head of the bed.
He saw Mingzhu half leaning on the pillow.
Her long hair was a little messy and fell on her shoulders.
There was an unnatural blush on her jade-white face.
His eyes were half-closed sickly, and the corners of his eyes were stained with a light pink.
A completely different look from usual.
Beautiful to the point of being holy.
"Why are you here?" Mingzhu's voice had not yet fallen.
Jiang Zhi had already arrived at the bedside.
He suddenly leaned over and gently touched her hot skin with his slightly cool forehead.
This sudden intimate action made Mingzhu's eyes widen slightly.
At such a close distance.
Mingzhu could clearly see the tiny hairs on Jiang Zhi's face.
And the corners of his lips slightly pursed with worry.
Jiang Zhi felt it for a long time before he stood up and looked at her steadily, "I've always been here."
Mingzhu has a very regular schedule.
Jiang Zhi would wait in the living room early every day.
Watching her figure appear on the stairs.
That was the moment he looked forward to most in the day.
But today I didn’t wait.
So he stayed outside the door.
Mingzhu did not feel disgusted and met Jiang Zhi's gaze.
Instead, she seemed to be in a good mood, chuckling softly and teasing him.
"Jiang Zhi, why are you so proactive?"
After hearing this, Jiang Zhi pursed his lips, not knowing how to respond.
His fingers moved slightly, as if he wanted to touch but then he restrained himself and retracted them.
"I have a fever." He spoke, his voice hoarse and a little distressed.
The doctor arrived quickly and after briefly asking Mingzhu about her symptoms, he took out a thermometer from the medicine box.
Jiang Zhi took a step forward: "I'll do it."
The doctor looked at Mingzhu hesitantly, and when he saw that she had no objection, he handed her the thermometer.
Jiang Zhi knelt beside the bed and carefully put the thermometer into Mingzhu's mouth.
He kept holding it with his fingers, afraid that she wouldn't have the strength to hold it in her mouth.
Five minutes later, the doctor finished the examination and put away the stethoscope: "Miss, you just have a sudden high fever. Take some medicine, rest well, and drink plenty of water, and you will be fine."
The doctor left and the medicine was quickly brought up by the servant.
Jiang Zhi reached out to take the medicine bowl, and rubbed his fingertips on the edge of the bowl to test the temperature.
Then he scooped up a spoonful and slowly brought it to Mingzhu's lips.
Mingzhu drank the medicine very slowly.
The room was very quiet, with only the occasional sound of the porcelain spoon touching the wall of the bowl.
It took a long time to feed him a bowl of medicine, but he didn't show any impatience.
Jiang Zhi put down the medicine bowl, picked up the warm water, and fed the baby patiently.
Until Mingzhu shook her head to refuse.
He took out the clean handkerchief he carried with him from his pocket.
Carefully wiped the water stains from her lips.
"Miss, sleep a little longer."
Jiang Zhi's voice was much softer than usual, with a hint of coaxing.
Mingzhu nodded slightly, her eyelids beginning to feel heavy.
Jiang Zhi tore off the fever-reducing patch, gently placed it on her forehead, and then pulled the quilt up and covered her carefully.
I don't know who taught him, but he just patted the quilt and coaxed the child gently.
Until he confirmed that Mingzhu's breathing was steady.
Jiang Zhi then stood up and left.
Mr. Ming rushed back immediately after receiving the news.
When he and Uncle Zhou hurried to Mingzhu's door.
At a glance, I saw Jiang Zhi standing quietly by the door.
Seeing Mr. Ming approaching, Jiang Zhi tilted his head slightly and said in a low voice: "Miss, go to sleep."
"What did the doctor say?"
Old Master Ming stopped and asked, his voice full of concern.
Jiang Zhi responded in a low voice: "38.2 degrees, I've taken medicine."
Only then did Mr. Ming feel relieved.
"you..."
"I'll keep watch."
Jiang Zhi seemed to know what he was going to say.
Old Master Ming looked at him deeply and finally nodded.
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