Chapter 49 She really has the ability to drive people crazy with her seriousness.
Ji Tanyuan was busy at Hujiang for a week, and Zhong Yan was also working at Hujiang during that week.
What was finally presented to Ji Qing was an asset disposal table that had been processed through language.
Ji Tanyuan rubbed her forehead. She had lost a lot of hair from working overtime all week. She needed to go for a hair treatment and didn't plan to have a heart-to-heart talk.
Moreover, Ji Tanyuan gets angry just looking at her father now, and she's afraid that if she speaks recklessly again, she'll regret it in the end.
Ji Qing was also very handsome in his youth.
Ji Tanyuan also inherited his large double eyelids.
Even though he's over 50, he still doesn't look out of shape, only his face looks a bit weathered.
“My mom went on a trip. You should take some time to go and have some fun too. Stop worrying about her all the time; it’s all useless worrying.”
Ji Qing waved his hand: "I know, I know, stop nagging."
Ji Tanyuan was speechless for a moment, then laughed.
Ji Tanyuan and Zhang Zhang went to a beauty salon, a VIP-only salon with a fantastic environment.
She and Zhang Zhang lay on the spa bed, and Ji Tanyuan let out a comfortable hum, "Why didn't your magazine accept the business opportunity I introduced to you last time?"
Zhang Zhang: "You have the nerve to say that? The other party scared me half to death with just one word, 'Zhong Tai.' If it were Ji Tanyuan, I would have accepted it, but 'Zhong Tai,' would I dare?"
Ji Tanyuan: "Just accept it. If they have the nerve to talk to you through me, then I naturally dare to use this identity to seek benefits for you."
Ji Tanyuan exclaimed, "But you should give our little darling some more fashion resources."
My little heart?
It took Zhang Zhang a moment to realize that she was referring to a female celebrity named Xin Gan.
"You're really planning to promote her?"
"I thought you were just playing around."
Ji Tanyuan pouted, "What a joke, that's a person."
Zhang Zhang straightened up. "Ji Tanyuan, if you're human, don't you just have a three-minute attention span?"
Ji Tanyuan opened her eyes halfway open. "When did I ever have a three-minute attention span? I've always been very devoted."
Zhang Zhang: "From childhood to adulthood, you have learned piano, violin, guzheng, pipa, saxophone, horse riding, and cooking, but you are not proficient in any of them. You get tired of learning them after a while."
That's not all; thanks to this young lady, she also learned everything.
Ji Tanyuan thought for a moment: "But Xin Gan is a human."
"So you're a human being, and you're already so sentimental?"
"Isn't that obvious? We've been friends for so many years."
Zhang Zhang nodded. It made sense, but it wasn't quite right.
"What if it's a man?"
Ji Tanyuan fell silent.
"Never mind, I won't say anything more."
Ji Tanyuan blinked. "I don't know. I'll have to wait until I get divorced to compare myself to other men."
Zhang Zhang: "..."
"You're still thinking about divorce?"
Ji Tanyuan: "Of course...right?"
She felt she couldn't stay in the Zhong family forever; she either had to become different or go crazy.
Ji Tanyuan felt much better after the massage. She ate dinner before going home. Just as she got to her parking spot, she ran into her aunt, Ji Yingying, Ji Ziqian, and Ji Ziqian's wife, who were also there for dinner.
Auntie smiled when she saw Ji Tanyuan, "Tanyuan, you're back? I didn't even know."
Ji Tanyuan wasn't very enthusiastic, but her aunt was still all smiles.
After Ji Tanyuan left, Tian Ruomei's expression changed. "She's really an arrogant person, just like her mother."
Ji Yingying exclaimed, "Don't be angry, isn't her mother crazy?"
Tian Ruomei remembered, then lowered her head and turned to leave.
Ji Tanyuan got into the car, and Zhang Zhang drove. "I think your uncle did more than just save your father's life."
He is more filial than a son.
Ji Tanyuan: "If he's willing, I can't be bothered to care."
Zhong Yan was waiting for Ji Tanyuan at home. When he saw her return, he said directly, "Pack your things, we should go back. Grandma is in the hospital."
Ji Tanyuan nodded. Then she tidied up a bit.
On the way, Zhong Yan said this time it was very serious.
Ji Tanyuan: "How could it be so serious?"
Zhong Yan sat on the plane, turned off her phone, and said, "I don't know."
"Maybe I didn't notice because the weather got cooler."
When Ji Tanyuan and Zhong Yan arrived at the Zhong family home, they happened to run into the doctor coming out. The fact that a top-notch doctor came to their home to treat a patient showed just how serious the illness was.
Wen Yi'an hadn't seen the two for two months. They usually worked in different industries and didn't see each other often.
Ji Tanyuan is young, having just turned 24. She still goes shopping with the handsome rich young men around her, or has a dinner party at a bar with a group of elites, or works in the office.
It seems that the lifestyle of the rich second generation in Shanghai is indeed different from that in Yanjing.
Ji Tanyuan stepped forward and looked at the old lady receiving oxygen. Zhong Yan put his hands in his pockets and immediately saw the problem, but he didn't say anything.
Ji Tanyuan pursed her lips, "I'm sorry, it's our fault."
"Please don't take it to heart, Grandma. It's okay for me to get angry, but you can't. You're prone to getting sick if you're not careful. Don't make things harder for yourself," Ji Tanyuan gently comforted her.
Ji Tanyuan meant these words sincerely. She calmed down by buying a piece of jewelry, but the old lady got so angry that her high blood pressure spiked and she died. She really didn't know why this old lady was keeping an eye on her, a junior, all the time.
It's better to take the scientific path and get more sun exposure than to live a few more years by absorbing yang energy.
The conflict eventually ended with Ji Tanyuan giving in; she thought, "Why bother when someone is already too sick to get out of bed?"
Anyway, she won't live for many more years. She's only 24, and even if you reverse it to 42, she's still many years younger than the old lady.
However, this act of backing down...
Zhong Yan looked at Ji Tanyuan with great surprise; she really had the ability to infuriate people with a straight face.
Zhong Yan then chimed in, "The words may be rough, but the reasoning is sound. We're all adults now, so Grandma, please don't worry about us. We won't cause any trouble and bring shame to the Zhong family."
Zhong Fangqi really wanted to say that this was both crude in its language and crude in its reasoning, yet they were so in sync that they could practically perform a double act.
But then he thought about the recent achievements of the project between the Ji family and Zhong Heng, and he held back his words. Then he turned his head away and saw his wife's cold face, which made him feel annoyed again.
Since the incident, Zhou Yanyu has not wanted to stay at home and has been working overtime every day. It was only these past few days, when her mother fell ill, that she came home earlier. This is her belated rebellious phase.
Zhou Yanyu listened to Ji Tanyuan's sarcastic remarks and actually found them somewhat reasonable.
During a previous medical check-up, the doctor told her that she should try to avoid getting angry during menopause.
She said, "Just don't upset her."
Zhong Yan: "We haven't been back for the past two months."
"Isn't that the reason? You all have quite a temper, while those flying all over the country don't seem to know they have elderly relatives at home; you're all busy with work," Zhong Fangqi said.
Zhou Yanyu knew he was talking about her, since she had been hiding at home these past few days under the pretense of working overtime.
But what right does he have? She's been managing the household for thirty years, and it's only been a month. Zhong Fangqi is someone who's not in a hurry and is busy every day. What right does he have to blame her?
"Yes, it's really strange. Some people only realize this after living half their lives. Ah Yan, your departure isn't entirely useless."
Zhong Fangqi's expression turned cold. "Zhou Yanyu! What nonsense are you spouting in front of the child?"
Ji Tanyuan moved closer to Zhong Yan. Her parents would argue too, but never with such intensity. These two leaders arguing was just like any other family.
Zhong Fangqi, mindful of his daughter-in-law's presence, and being someone who usually avoids direct reprimands and prioritizes privacy, naturally wouldn't expose his and his wife's affairs to them.
Zhong Fangqi snorted coldly and then left.
The old lady looked at the group of people, coughed twice, and said, "All of you, get out. Yi'an, stay."
Wen Yi'an nodded, then sat down. "I'll stay with you."
As soon as Zhong Yan stepped out, the old man called him into the study. The old man was practicing calligraphy. Zhong Yan leaned against the door and scoffed, "The two of you are practically two centuries old combined, and you still managed to come up with this fake illness thing?"
The old man put down his brush. "I would like to call you back directly, but Tan Yuan won't back down then."
Zhong Yan hooked the door shut with his foot, walked inside, and placed his hands on the mahogany desk. He stood ramrod straight, his long legs fully exposed, slightly bent over, his brows revealing no emotion, but his lips were slightly curved.
"This is not an honorable thing to do, Grandpa."
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