vstars Chapter 854 It’s really unlucky to marry you
Chapter 854 It’s really unlucky to marry you
Yang Jian looked at them and continued, "You should leave."
Zhang Hong looked reluctant and said, "Let's go. Humph..."
Li Jianguo said, "Let's go pack up!"
"Ok!"
They walked back to the room they had stayed in last night. Zhang Hong said as she was packing, "Jianguo, do we still need to rent a house? I don't want to be moving around all the time. I'm so unlucky to be married to you. I don't even have a permanent place to live."
Li Jianguo comforted Zhang Hong, "Xiaohong, don't worry, I will ask my nephew to buy us a house."
"You always tell him to buy it, but he hasn't bought it yet! Besides, look at his attitude towards them. Will he buy it for us in the future?"
Li Jianguo held Zhang Hong's hand and said, "Xiaohong, believe me, I will definitely let you live in a new house."
Zhang Hong looked at him doubtfully, "Really?"
"It must be true."
"Okay, if you don't let me live in the new house in a month, I will divorce you."
Li Jianguo nodded, "Okay, let's go!"
Zhang Hong rolled her eyes and left with Li Jianguo.
Yang Jian watched them leave the Yan family before returning to the company.
At this time, Shen Qing, who was upstairs, heard the noise and came down.
"Auntie Liu, who was talking just now?"
Aunt Liu smiled and said, "Madam, I have good news for you. Those two people have left."
Shen Qing was stunned for a moment, then smiled instantly, "Really?"
"They just left. Assistant Yang came over just now. I don't know what he said to them, and then they left."
Shen Qing nodded.
Then thought about it.
What did Assistant Yang say to them to make them leave?
But it's a good thing to be gone.
She went back to her room without thinking much.
Since the day the accident happened, Shen Qing has never been truly happy.
She touched her belly gently.
Then she stood quietly in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Outside the window was a carefully tended garden, but in her eyes it had lost all its colors, leaving only a blur of green.
The cool wind of early autumn came in through the slightly open window and brushed her pale and almost transparent cheeks, but she was completely unaware of it, as if her entire body had lost the ability to sense cold and heat.
She was still wearing soft home clothes, which were the loose styles she had chosen specifically for the purpose of nurturing a new life. But now they were hanging empty on her body, like a silent irony.
Her hands were unconsciously clasped in front of her lower abdomen, where a small life had once been quietly growing, with a weak but firm heartbeat, which was all her expectation and longing.
But now, there was only a cold void and a dull pain as if she had been hollowed out. Every breath she took tugged at her internal organs, causing her to suffer so much that she could hardly stand.
My eyes were fixed on the distance, and the sky was gray, like a dirty rag soaked in water, weighing heavily on my heart.
The loud noise of the car accident a few days ago, the dazzling white light, and the doctor's cold and cruel words "I'm sorry, the baby couldn't be saved" were like countless needles, densely piercing her mind, playing over and over again, suffocating her every time.
Have my tears dried up? It seems not. It's just that the sadness is too heavy, so heavy that even crying feels like a luxury.
Only when the wind blew past again, bringing with it a faint scent of osmanthus—that was the scent she had once imagined smelling with her baby in the autumn—did hot liquid finally slide silently from the corner of her eyes, hitting the back of her hand, freezing her to the bone.
She just stood there, like a sculpture without a soul, allowing herself to be consumed by endless despair and regret.
The world outside the window was still going on, but her world had collapsed at that moment along with the child she had never met.
The more I think about it, the worse I feel.
She wanted a distraction.
Then I went to bed and turned on the computer.
Maybe when I'm busy with work, I can forget about these things.
The sunlight shines through the gauze curtains, casting soft spots of light on the carpet in Shen Qing's bedroom.
She was leaning back on a European-style couch covered with light grey cushions, a cashmere blanket draped over her. Her face was slightly paler than usual, but her expression could not conceal the calmness and concentration of someone who had long held a high position.
There was a cup of steaming warm water on the bedside table, and a few boxes of simply packaged medicines were scattered around.
The laptop was placed on a specially designed bedside table, and the screen displayed the internal approval system interface of Yamei Cosmetics Company.
She frowned slightly, holding the mouse in her right hand, her fingertips sliding across the touchpad, her eyes scanning the newly submitted "Quarterly New Product Marketing Plan" line by line.
There is a silver stylus inserted in the celadon pen holder next to the keyboard. She occasionally uses it to circle and annotate on the screen: "The new media budget here needs to be reduced by another 15%, with a focus on KOLs who popularize ingredient knowledge" and "The trial pack distribution plan should be supplemented with exclusive designs for people with sensitive skin." The pen tip makes a slight "tapping" sound as it slides across the screen, which is particularly clear in the quiet bedroom.
The phone was placed next to the computer, and the screen lit up with a video conference request from the department manager.
She took a deep breath, adjusted the angle of her pillow, and tapped the call. "Manager Zhang, I've reviewed the proposal," she said, her voice a bit hoarse from illness, yet still clear and coherent. "I've approved the contract with the French supplier of raw materials, but I've requested that the Legal Department clearly specify in the supplementary agreement that 'if quality inspection fails, we have the right to terminate the cooperation unconditionally.'"
Also, send me a summary of sales data for each region at 3 pm, highlighting in red the cities where year-on-year sales have declined by more than 8%. I need to conduct targeted analysis.
After she finished speaking, she raised her hand to rub her temple, her gaze falling back on another pending document that popped up on the screen—a due diligence report on the acquisition of a cutting-edge natural skincare laboratory.
The sunlight passed over her shoulders, illuminating a strand of her hanging hair and the unquestionable determination in her eyes.
The floor lamp next to the couch emitted a warm yellow light, outlining her silhouette as she concentrated on her work with exceptional clarity, as if the core gears of the entire Yamei Empire were silently turning in this temporary "bedroom office."
When she felt tired, she would pause her work, pick up the water cup and take a sip, her eyes briefly drifting towards the ginkgo tree swaying in the autumn wind outside the window.
But within ten seconds, she retracted her gaze, clicked on the next approval document, and her fingertips fell on the keyboard again. She continued to protect Yamei Company with this calm and tenacious attitude.