Jiang Mingzhu couldn't help but frowned when she saw Xu Siyan's look, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Xu Siyan: "Where is Fourth Brother..."
Jiang Mingzhu: "I'm really fine."
She shrugged her shoulders, "I am not as fragile as you think, and I will not live or die because of this matter. He is right, no one will wait for anyone forever."
Xu Siyan: "Aren't you going to try again?"
Jiang Mingzhu: "I think stalking is quite annoying."
At least she didn't like being pestered. The more she pestered her, the more annoying she became, and the remaining good impressions were gone.
Xu Siyan fell into silence again after hearing Jiang Mingzhu's words.
At this time, Yuanye said abruptly, "Maybe fourth brother just wants to see you stalking me."
Jiang Mingzhu: "..."
——
On the second day after Jiang Mingzhu was hospitalized, her fever had completely subsided.
The sun was very bright outside, so she put on a coat and went downstairs to sit and bask in the sun.
Unexpectedly, not long after he sat down, he bumped into Liang Cong who looked hurriedly.
Liang Cong came out of the outpatient department with a few boxes of medicine in his hand and a very serious expression.
After seeing Jiang Mingzhu, Liang Cong's expression softened: "Miss Jiang, are you sick?"
Jiang Mingzhu: "Well, I have a fever. I'll give you an IV. What's wrong with you?"
Liang Cong: "It's not me, it's Mr. Zhou."
He seemed to be very troubled by this matter and sighed, "He has been suffering from stomachache recently and coughed up blood several times. I asked him to see a doctor, but he refused to come, so I had to buy him some medicine first."
Because of her experience, Jiang Mingzhu's heart immediately lifted when she heard words like "stomach pain" and "coughing up blood."
Zhou Li has never had regular meal times because of his work, and he often drinks on an empty stomach when socializing.
These may cause disease.
If something really happened——
Jiang Mingzhu took a deep breath to adjust her emotions, and said to Liang Cong as naturally as possible: "You should persuade him more."
Liang Cong: "I think so too, but you don't know Mr. Zhou's temper. If I say a few more words, I might be fired."
Jiang Mingzhu thought it made sense, "Let the people around him persuade him."
Liang Cong: "Hey, it's useless no matter what. Mr. Zhou's parents persuaded him, but he didn't listen."
At this point, he paused, as if something suddenly occurred to him, "Speaking of which, after so many years, I have never seen Mr. Zhou listen to your words. How about... Miss Jiang, can you help me to persuade her?"
Jiang Mingzhu: "..."
Liang Cong couldn't stop her with a question, and Jiang Mingzhu couldn't give an answer after holding it back for a long time.
Later, Liang Cong patted his forehead and smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry, I was rude. It's really inappropriate now."
Jiang Mingzhu still didn't say a word.
Until Liang Cong left, those words were still echoing in Jiang Mingzhu's head.
Liang Cong had no reason to lie in front of her, and his worried tone couldn't be fake.
Jiang Mingzhu became irritable as she thought about it, and rubbed her temples with her fingers.
——
In the next two days, Jiang Mingzhu kept thinking about this matter.
The fever subsided on the third day, and Jiang Mingzhu left the hospital early on the fourth day and went back to work.
After Liang Cong heard the news, he immediately went to report to Zhou Li.
He handed Yanhe's project plan to Zhou Li, pretended to report on his work, and inadvertently mentioned Jiang Mingzhu.
"This is a plan that Mingchuan has revised the details of. Please take a look at it and you can directly contact Jiang Zhu during the next meeting."
After hearing Jiang Mingzhu's name, Zhou Li had no special reaction.
Liang Cong didn't panic because of this, and still stood in the same posture as before.
A few minutes later, Zhou Licai said: "There will be a meeting tomorrow."
Liang Cong: "Yes, I will make arrangements right away."
——
After Jiang Mingzhu received the meeting notice, she immediately responded: "Okay, I will be there on time tomorrow. Thank you for your hard work."
Liang Cong: "It should be."
He smiled and said, "That's it for now. I'll be accompanying Mr. Zhou to socialize later, so I'll go get ready first."
Jiang Mingzhu: "...Okay."
She didn't ask any more questions, but she was confused in her heart: Does Zhou Li have so many social activities now?
When Jiang Mingzhu worked for Zhou Li as an assistant in Wanhua, she was responsible for his schedule arrangements.
Zhou Li never liked socializing. Unless it was necessary to attend, he would always arrange for someone else to take his place.
Now that his stomach is in such bad condition, he not only refuses to have a check-up but also goes out to social events and drinks. Doesn’t he want to live?
Jiang Mingzhu remembered what Liang Cong said that day and asked her to persuade him.
She did have this idea, but she didn't think her persuasion would have any effect. Maybe Zhou Li would annoy her even more.
Jiang Mingzhu was struggling with this matter until she went to Mingchuan for a meeting.
Jiang Mingzhu arrived at this meeting with several colleagues.
Perhaps because she was thinking about Liang Cong's words, Jiang Mingzhu arrived ten minutes before the meeting started.
When she came over, there was no one in the conference room.
Later, people from Mingchuan arrived one after another, and it was almost time for the meeting to start.
But Zhou Li was nowhere to be seen.
Jiang Mingzhu remembered that Zhou Li had always been a person with a strong sense of time. He hated others being late, and he would never be late.
Unless something big happens——
Just as Jiang Mingzhu was thinking this, she was interrupted by the sound of pushing the door open.
She raised her head and looked over. It was Liang Cong who entered the door.
As soon as she saw Liang Cong, Jiang Mingzhu subconsciously looked behind him, but she couldn't find Zhou Li after patrolling for a week.
At this time, Liang Cong said: "Mr. Zhou will attend today's meeting remotely. He is not feeling well and is resting at home."
Jiang Mingzhu: "..."
How uncomfortable is this for someone like Zhou Li to miss the meeting and stay home?
Jiang Mingzhu's heart was already filled with turmoil, but she pursed her lips tightly and didn't ask a single word.
Several people who attended the meeting with Jiang Mingzhu were concerned about Zhou Li's situation: "Is Mr. Zhou sick?"
Liang Cong: "I have an old problem, stomachache."
One of Mingchuan's leaders then said, "This is really an old problem. Mr. Zhou just works too hard. I saw him vomiting blood after drinking during the last party."
Others immediately echoed: "Yes, yes, Mr. Zhou has always worked so hard."
"Wanhua has been prospering in recent years, and Mr. Zhou's contribution is indispensable."
Jiang Mingzhu's mind was buzzing, and she couldn't remember what others said later.
The meeting begins.
Liang Cong connected to Zhou Li's video, and Zhou Li's face appeared on the projection screen in the conference room.
He was wearing a dark gray sweater, which was quite formal.
Zhou Li's expression was very serious, but he could not hide the paleness and haggardness of his face, as well as the deep tiredness in his eyes.
His behavior reminded Jiang Mingzhu of the only time he was hospitalized a few years ago.
Zhou Li greeted the attendees, and then it was Jiang Mingzhu's turn to speak.
When it was time to work, Jiang Mingzhu forced herself to regain her composure and smiled.
In order to facilitate communication, Liang Cong pointed the camera at Jiang Mingzhu.
