The director returned the report to Song Jingcheng.
Looking at the man's increasingly strong body, the director took off his glasses and couldn't help but sigh: "Boss Song, I see a miracle in you."
Song Jingcheng has been ill for many years and has seen many experts and famous doctors at home and abroad, but they are all helpless.
No one was sure that he would not survive this year.
But he just happened to slap everyone in the face.
"A miracle?" Song Jingcheng recalled what happened in recent months, and always felt as if he was in another world.
The faces of Su Jin and Chen He appeared before his eyes. Song Jingcheng smiled and said, "I am lucky to have been favored by a miracle."
Chen He and Su Jin are the miracles. They, the grandfather and grandson, chose him, so the miracle also happened to him.
After leaving the hospital, Song Jingcheng got in the car and asked Ma Kai, "What time is her flight?"
Ma Kai said: "Miss Shen will land at ten o'clock tonight."
It's only five o'clock, it's still early.
Song Jingcheng then asked, "Any news from the court?"
"The second trial will be held at 3:00 PM tomorrow."
"knew."
Seeing Song Jingcheng's expression was somewhat vacant, Ma Kai suggested, "How about we go to the company? Boss, how long has it been since you last visited the company?"
Song Jingcheng smiled and said, "My think tank is very capable. I feel at ease with them around."
That was his right-hand man, who was brought up by him personally.
Originally, after his death, his think tank would carry the Song family on his behalf and continue to ride the wind and waves.
"I've only managed to control my illness temporarily, not completely recover. Can you please not force me to go back and work like a slave?"
After being controlled by Chu Zhi for more than 20 years, Song Jingcheng's rebellious period finally arrived, albeit late.
Ma Kai quickly slapped himself in the face, "Pah, pah, pah, no work, no work."
"Let's go to the sanatorium." Song Jingcheng flicked the report in his hand, a hint of sarcasm flashing across his cold black eyes. "My dear mother doesn't even know about my physical condition."
"I have to go and tell her the good news."
Upon hearing this, Ma Kai quickly started the car and accompanied Song Jingcheng to the sanatorium.
The bodyguards guarding downstairs of Chu Zhi's villa saw Song Jingcheng striding towards them with a vigorous step. How could he look sick at all?
Their eyes lit up and they hurried forward, "Boss, are you really cured?"
"Um."
Song Jingcheng put one hand in his pocket, glanced up at the second floor, and asked them, "How is the old lady's health recently?"
“Not very good.”
Captain Zhou told Song Jingcheng, "The old lady hasn't been eating well in the past two weeks. She's been suffering from insomnia and nightmares, probably nightmares. I've even heard her crying in her dreams several times."
"Oh? Did you talk in your sleep?"
Captain Zhou looked hesitant.
"explain."
Captain Zhou told Song Jingcheng: "The old lady called out to Lianlian in her dream, and... she also scolded you."
Hearing this, Song Jingcheng sneered and said, "If he can still curse people in his dreams, he shouldn't die for a while."
Only then did he enter the house.
Captain Zhou and the others looked at each other, feeling indignant for their boss.
Old witch, you are so evil!
*
Song Jingcheng came to the bedroom on the second floor, which was a suite. Inside was a small living room for entertaining guests and drinking tea, and behind the partition screen was a small study.
The bedroom is opposite the small study.
Song Jingcheng stood in the living room and looked to the right. Seeing no one in the bedroom, he walked around the screen and came to the small study.
Chu Zhi was sitting on the armchair practicing calligraphy.
Her fingers, with protruding bones like chicken claws, were holding a slender brush and painting on the paper.
The painting shows withered lotus leaves.
Noticing Song Jingcheng coming, Chu Zhi looked up at him.
After not seeing each other for three months, Chu Zhi had lost a lot of weight, with protruding cheekbones and sunken eye circles. Only a piece of old human skin was left on her facial bones.
In Song Jingcheng's memory, his mother was never very young.
After all, Chu Zhi was already old when she gave birth to him.
"You've lost weight." Song Jingcheng said.
Chu Zhi put down the brush and replied indifferently: "You seem to be recovering well. Is your illness healed?"
Song Jingcheng said: "I'm lucky to have met a very good doctor."
Nodding, Chu Zhi said expressionlessly, "We should thank that miracle doctor."
"You know, that miracle doctor is about the same age as you. I respectfully call her Grandma, but every time I see her, I always feel like I'm looking at you."
Chu Zhi didn't understand what he meant. She said, "Is it because she looks like me? Or is it because we are similar in age..."
"Neither." Song Jingcheng laughed at himself and said, "She looks like the mother I imagined."
Chu Zhi nervously picked up the inkstone on the table and smashed it on Song Jingcheng's head.
Song Jingcheng caught the inkstone accurately without blinking.
He turned the inkstone upside down and let the ink inside spill all over the ink painting of withered lotus leaves.
Chu Zhi, however, frantically snatched the painting back, holding it in her arms, and said madly, "Don't hurt Lianlian!"
"Put that dirty thing away! Don't dirty my Lianlian!"
Song Jingcheng just found it funny. "Look, you're almost dead, you've gone crazy, but the one you love in your heart is always Song Shenglian."
"But what can I do?"
Song Jingcheng threw the inkstone to the ground with great force, making a loud noise. He leaned over the table and said to Chu Zhi, "Your precious daughter was soiled by that filthy thing Mu Xiao, and was killed by the two of you."
"Have you forgotten? She died on the delivery bed due to amniotic fluid embolism, and you controlled the best obstetrician in advance."
Chu Zhi covered her ears and said, "Shut up!"
"Shut up! Don't say any more."
Song Jingcheng quickly walked around the table, forcibly removed Chu Zhi's hand from her ear, and whispered softly in her ear, "Mother, your most beloved daughter has married the man from the Mu family whom you hate the most."
"How can you forget the pain of being backstabbed by your daughter?"
"How could you forget how your daughter died?"
"You are such a great mother. You should live soberly and recall the happiness of this life."
"May you live a long and healthy life."
Chu Zhi looked at Song Jingcheng in panic. She saw the familiar neurotic paranoia in Song Jingcheng's eyes.
He is a lunatic!
Chu Zhi sat back in her chair, feeling exhausted. She made a strange groaning sound and said, "Song Jingcheng, if that woman knew you were crazy, would she leave you?"
"No." Song Jingcheng's eyes were firm. He said confidently, "She will find the best doctor in the world to cure me."
Chu Zhi's eyes full of pride suddenly turned into surprise.
"I can't believe a lunatic like you would meet such a nice girl."
Chu Zhi thought of something and revealed a sad expression, "If only my Lianlian could be as lucky as you and meet someone who truly loves her, how wonderful it would be..."
"That's enough." Song Jingcheng was annoyed and rolled up the picture of withered lotus and stuffed it into Chu Zhi's mouth to stop her from talking nonsense.
The world is finally quiet.
"I have good news to share with you."
Song Jingcheng told Chu Zhi happily: "I came here to tell you that I have decided to marry into the Shen family, become Shen He's husband, and have a lovely child with her."
Chu Zhi: "..."
Crazy!
Song Jingcheng is really crazy!
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