"Um."
The voice on the other end of the phone was soft and calm, accompanied by the sound of waves crashing into Jiang Peitian's ears.
He said anxiously:
"No, we've been married for so many years. Now that I'm sick, you have to come back and see me."
Qi Meijing, wearing sunglasses, lay on a beach chair, surrounded by blond-haired, blue-eyed people. Seagulls flew low, and the sea and sky merged into one.
She gazed at the beautiful scenery in the distance and said indifferently:
"If you're sick, go to the doctor. That's what you've taught me countless times. How come you've forgotten it now that it's your turn?"
Jiang Peitian's gaze fell on the elderly couples supporting each other outside the window, and he said in a self-righteous tone:
"I'm busy, and now I can't even get out of bed. You have to come back and push my wheelchair downstairs for me."
"Let Li Zhu push it. I'm going to start enjoying my life now. That's all."
Jiang Peitian held his breath, afraid that he would hang up the phone, and hurriedly said:
"What kind of attitude is this towards me? All these years I've provided you with the best food and drink, and everyone respectfully calls you Madam Chiang."
Those are the honors I earned through hard work and sacrifice. Now that I'm sick, you won't even come back to see me. What do you want from me?
Jiang Peitian transferred the shares to Jiang Ci's name two years ago; he is merely managing them on her behalf now.
Qi Meijing had endured so much for so many years, all for this. The moment her wish was fulfilled, she had no more worries. She wouldn't even care if he had several more sons now.
Hearing these words, she felt no emotion whatsoever, and said calmly:
"I, Qi Meijing, have been called Miss Qi since birth, but I refused to marry you."
With the support of my family at the time, I could have helped any poor man I married to make a living.
It's simply a matter of wealth now, and besides, there are so many other suitable partners I haven't even chosen.
If you still think that I, Qi Meijing, owe my success to you, then I have nothing more to say.
But Jiang Peitian, let me tell you, if I hadn't used my dowry to invest with you back then...
If you don't ask your family for money to help you rebuild your life, you're nothing.
Even the debts you incurred during your career slump could be enough to keep you from ever recovering.
If Jiang Peitian were younger, he would confidently claim that if he lacked ability, investing any amount of money would be futile.
But now that he's old, the aftereffects of drinking, smoking, and staying up all night when he was young have started to appear.
I desperately need a companion right now, otherwise I could die in bed at night and no one would know.
Those lovers, besides being beautiful, were only good at asking for money and were completely unreliable.
He prided himself on being exceptionally intelligent and a master strategist in the business world, but at this moment he couldn't utter a single word.
Qi Meijing: "Also, get ready, after Jiang Ci gets married, let's get a divorce. You've wronged me enough in my life."
As for your ancestral hall, I won't enter it. Even if I'm forgotten after death and become a wandering ghost, I only hope that I will never have anything to do with you again.
After saying that, she hung up the phone, while Jiang Peitian's mind was in a daze, his body stiff and motionless.
The room was completely silent, except for the wisps of smoke rising from the food on the dining table.
"Why!"
After a long while, a long sigh echoed from inside the room, seemingly helpless, yet also tinged with a hidden, unconscious regret.
Jiang Peitian put down the phone, picked up the spoon next to him, scooped up a spoonful of chicken soup and put it in his mouth. Perhaps it was too spicy, because his eyes were red.
The slender, tall figure, bathed in the scorching sunlight, was inexplicably shrouded in an impenetrable...sorrow and pity.
On the other side.
Wen Jiaojiao was sitting in the living room watching TV when she suddenly seemed to remember something and said:
"Honey, I think I acted in a TV series before, but I haven't seen it?"
Wen Zhaoye sat down next to Jiang Zhanhong, who was reading a book, holding him in his arms.
“I was afraid it would get broadcast in mainland China, so I had it suppressed and not broadcast, but I burned a disc and kept it in my study.”
Wen Jiaojiao hasn't been acting in recent years, but she frequently makes headlines in newspapers.
Most of the reports are related to her investment talent or about which company she invested in and which became a huge success.
She said in a completely unconcerned tone:
"Let it air, just air it in Hong Kong. So many extras and actors are hoping to gain exposure and fame."
"If we suppress it all at once, wouldn't that block their path? And if it doesn't air, wouldn't the director have worked for nothing?"
Wen Zhaoye chuckled, his voice low, magnetic, and mellow.
"I bought him from that director for 50,000 yuan back then. He was overjoyed and kept saying before he left..."
I thought my reputation was ruined, but I didn't expect that I'd still get paid even though the show doesn't have to air.
"Then, including the investment, haven't you spent a lot of money?" Wen Jiaojiao asked in surprise.
"I want to see just how bad this show can get. I need to notify them as soon as possible to have it broadcast in Hong Kong."
"Why don't you see how well you act first?"
After Wen Zhaoye finished speaking with a light laugh, he put the child down, turned around and went upstairs to his study. He took out a well-packaged disc from a drawer and put it into the VCD player next to the television.
The opening theme is an extremely melancholic opera tune, accompanied by sporadic scenes of Wen Jiaojiao either being beaten or crying, marking the official start of the TV series.
As soon as Wen Jiaojiao appeared, Wen Zhaoye couldn't help but burst out laughing:
"Those who know it think it's a melodrama, but those who don't might think it's a comedy. My wife has a naturally comical appearance."
Although Wen Jiaojiao was so embarrassed that goosebumps rose all over her body, she still stubbornly said:
"If you're so capable, go and act in one yourself. This is the result of my hard work, and you're not allowed to make fun of it."
Wen Zhaoye: "Okay, let's film a romantic idol drama another day. Let's skip this comedy."
Wen Jiaojiao said with a straight face:
"It's not a comedy."
Just then, Xu Cuifen walked over, laughing so hard her eyes disappeared as she watched the TV series.
"Girl, the comedy you made is quite funny."
Wen Zhaoye laughed even louder. Wen Jiaojiao, unable to maintain her composure, suddenly had a whimsical idea:
"When it airs, please make sure it's labeled as a comedy. If we don't take a different approach, I'm afraid we won't be able to compete with the classics, especially since this is a TV series from three or four years ago, it's all outdated."
Wen Zhaoye's handsome face was full of a faint smile. He raised his arm and put it around her back, his large hand gently stroking the side of her head.
"My wife's idea is really good."
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