Chapter 65 He Wants to Live Only for Mingzhu
Mingzhu turned her head and looked quietly at Jiang Zhi who was standing beside the bed.
After coming back from the hospital.
Jiang Zhi was just like usual and didn't show any abnormality.
Very well behaved.
She didn't ask him what he thought.
Jiang Zhiya's black eyelashes drooped as he was concentrating on covering her with the quilt.
The hands were very thin, with blue meridians faintly visible on the back of the hands.
The fingers are long and the joints are somewhat thick.
It's not the kind of particularly beautiful hand in the traditional sense.
Mingzhu stared at it for a long time.
Jiang Zhi has always been taciturn and only says a few more words in front of her.
He is a completely different person from Sheng Yuan.
His thoughts were hidden in those beautiful eyes.
Doing always speaks louder than saying.
Mingzhu couldn't figure out Jiang Zhi's thoughts.
It is inevitable that I have the urge to get to know him.
"Good night, miss." Jiang Zhi stood up and prepared to leave.
Mingzhu looked at his figure and suddenly said, "Jiang Zhi."
Jiang Zhi stopped and looked at Mingzhu with tenderness in his eyes: "What's wrong, Miss?"
"What do you think?" Mingzhu raised her eyes and looked straight into his eyes.
Jiang Zhi stood there in a daze, his mind went blank for a moment.
The light cast a small shadow under the eyelashes.
It blocked the emotions that instantly surged in his eyes.
Over the years, only Mingzhu cared about his thoughts.
In the warm yellow light, Jiang Zhi looked at Mingzhu waiting patiently.
"Miss." He suddenly smiled, his smile was unbelievably clean, "Your thoughts are my thoughts."
Jiang Zhi despised his own meanness in his heart, but he was willing to accept it.
From now on, he wanted to live only for Mingzhu.
Mingzhu seemed very satisfied with this answer: "I want to eat crab roe buns tomorrow."
She closed her eyes and said sleepily, "Good night."
Jiang Zhi looked at her profile with her eyes closed and replied softly, "Okay, good night."
The door lock made a very light click.
Jiang Zhi had just closed the door when he heard Uncle Zhou's low voice behind him: "Mr. Jiang, the old man wants you to go to the study."
Jiang Zhi had just noticed someone in the corridor.
He was born with a particularly keen intuition about the surrounding atmosphere.
So when you hear the sound.
Jiang Zhi didn't even frown, he just nodded calmly.
This was the first time Jiang Zhi entered Mr. Ming's study.
His eyes were immediately drawn to the huge photo hanging on the wall.
Uncle Zhou followed his gaze and explained, "This is a photo of the young lady taken at her coming-of-age ceremony three months ago."
In the photo, Mingzhu is wearing a luxurious and complicated dress.
Standing beside Mr. Ming with a bright smile.
Those beautiful eyes were clear and sparkling, and their innate nobility was tinged with pride.
Old Master Ming was standing behind a large desk, his brows and eyes sharp, his head lowered, concentrating on writing calligraphy.
The pen moves like a dragon, and when the pen tip turns, it reveals a murderous aura.
The handwriting reflects the character of the person.
Sharp, flamboyant and imposing.
Jiang Zhi stopped.
Uncle Zhou stood silently behind Mr. Ming.
The study was filled with a faint scent of ink.
Mr. Ming continued to concentrate on writing and casually asked, "Can you see the difference?"
"Yeah." Jiang Zhi responded softly.
Mr. Ming put down his brush, picked up the rice paper and studied the words on it, his eyes never turning to Jiang Zhi: "Tell me about it."
"Feeling." Jiang Zhi said calmly.
He always likes to keep an eye on Mingzhu all the time.
So it only takes a moment to see it.
In such a short time, Mingzhu now looks slightly different from the one in the photo.
"What a great feeling." Old Master Ming suddenly chuckled and slapped the rice paper on the table.
"If I give you a chance to stay by Zhuzhu's side forever, would you be willing?"
Although Jiang Zhi didn't understand what Mr. Ming meant, he had almost no hesitation.
"willing."
At this time, Uncle Zhou took out a document from the side, handed it to Jiang Zhi, and then pointed to the chair next to him.
"Sit down and watch."
Jiang Zhi lowered his head.
Black and white words came into view.
This is an agreement.
No matter what kind of relationship he and Mingzhu will have in the future, he will have half of the inheritance rights of the Ming family.
The only condition is to protect Mingzhu for a lifetime.
"I've been observing you for quite some time." Old Master Ming spoke slowly. "In this world, you have nothing else to worry about except your brother."
"Neither greedy for money nor obsessed with power."
Old Master Ming's gaze fell heavily on Jiang Zhi.
There was no trace of surprise or ecstasy on his face.
It was as if I was just listening to something very ordinary.
Mr. Ming's expression gradually softened, with a hint of approval in his eyes: "To Zhuzhu... you can be considered sincere."
This old man has been a big shot in the business world for most of his life.
When he mentioned his only granddaughter, his eyes finally softened.
"But even so, I still don't trust you."
Jiang Zhi nodded.
He understood that in the eyes of Mr. Ming.
He couldn't trust anyone else to take care of Mingzhu except himself.
"So, as long as you sign this agreement," Mr. Ming sat down on the chair, "someone will take you to implant a micro-targeted toxin bomb."
Jiang Zhi's expression didn't change.
"Don't you have anything to ask?" Old Master Ming narrowed his eyes slightly.
Jiang Zhi shook his head and said calmly: "I can give up the inheritance rights, but I am willing to implant the toxin bomb."
Mr. Ming finally smiled at him.
Although he is a tacky businessman.
Everything is about profit.
But it's not necessary to trample on a person like this.
Once this poison bomb is implanted, it will be equivalent to buying out Jiang Zhi's life.
Let a person work for nothing?
Black people are not exploited in this way.
Uncle Zhou handed a black pen to Jiang Zhi.
"Sign it." Mr. Ming said in a flat and unforgiving tone, "If you rely on yourself alone, even if you work hard until your death, you won't be able to give Zhuzhu the best life."
Jiang Zhi lowered his eyes and glanced at the agreement.
He paused as he put pen to paper and asked only one question: "How long will the implant surgery take?"
Tomorrow morning, he will make crab roe buns.
Uncle Zhou explained, "It only takes five minutes. It's a minimally invasive surgery. It won't even leave a scar."
Jiang Zhi nodded and signed his name on the agreement.
"The technology behind toxin bombs is already very mature overseas," Uncle Zhou continued, "as long as they're not triggered, they won't have any effect on your body."
This type of device already has precedents on the black market.
But there has never been a version that can monitor brain waves in real time.
However, what Mr. Ming lacks the least is money.
After receiving his request, the world's top scientific research team.
In the shortest possible time, they developed this poison bomb specially customized for Jiang Zhi.
Although the dosage is small.
But if Jiang Zhi had even the slightest bad thought towards Mingzhu, he would be killed instantly.
It makes no sense at all.
There are not even human rights.
But Jiang Zhi just nodded calmly.
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