Chapter 195 Exhausted

Yang Jian's enigmatic smile made me feel a little embarrassed. Thinking of what Fu Ming said, I suddenly understood.

In the eyes of outsiders, Fu Jing was nice to me because he liked me, and he was a married man who liked to be cared for by him. Wasn't that his love fu, the third person in his marriage?

I held my breath and followed Yang Jian's footsteps. The rush of running out of oxygen in my chest made me feel like I was being pushed to a dead end, and there was nothing I could do but breathe heavily.

"Chen Qing, you can't climb a mountain like this. You have to take it step by step and eat a fat man at one go. It might help you climb to the top of the mountain this time, but it's not good for you. The process is very painful, and the sequelae will make you uncomfortable. Why don't you slow down and hold on. Climb the mountain once a week. After a few months, it will be drizzle for you."

Yang Jian's words made me think deeply. He continued to walk forward, and I slowly climbed behind him according to my own ability. Whether I could reach the top of the mountain or not was not important to me at this moment. I think from now on, I have to concentrate on one thing.

It's okay to slow down, it's okay to hold on, but it's impossible to keep me slow.

There is a time limit to how long wu ying can take care of my children, how long fu jing can love me, and I want to be stronger in this limited time, at least not let any one of them force me into a corner.

It was monday when jiang miao came to see me at the company. After my regular meeting, my secretary told me that jiang miao was here. Thinking about what happened at his villa that day, I was still afraid.

"What are you doing here? If you have something to say, just leave. I have work to do." I walked into the reception room and ordered to leave without even sitting on a chair.

Jiang Miao stood up. "Where did you take my son?"

"Jiang Miao, would you like some face? Is Tingsheng really your son? You know what you're doing. You don't need me to remind you."

"Whether he's my own or not, he's legally my son, or else you can take a dna test and tell people that Tingsheng is his son, Fu Jing. Do you dare?"

I was so angry that he knew that I could only rely on him, so he pinched my weakness.

"Tingsheng is not here. He has been taken away by the fu family. If you want to find ting sheng, go find Fu Jing." I turned around and left.

He came up and grabbed my arm. "You'd rather be controlled by the fu family and lose your son than be with me. Chen Qing, you're tough!"

"I'm not cruel, Jiang Miao. Don't you understand? I've never been cruel to you. You forced me to be like this step by step. From now on, no matter what happened to us before, I can let it go as long as you don't think about Tingsheng anymore, but if you insist on the idea of losing your temper, I promise I'll fight you to the end."

I glared at him with determination in my eyes.

I pushed his hand away and left the meeting room. His arrival made me feel more pressed for time. I wanted to protect Tingsheng, myself, and myself.

I don't want to worry about Fu Jing anymore. I just want to run this company well.

For a whole week, I ate and lived at the company. Wu Ying called me to see the child once. I didn't go. I was afraid I couldn't help but pick up the angry voice.

"Chen Boss, what do you want to eat for lunch today? I'm almost done with the food here. Are you sure you won't go home?" Secretary Er De looked at me.

I frowned. "There's nothing you really want to eat. Whatever."

"That's what you say every time. Every time I buy something back, you don't eat much. Even the iron man can't stand it. Chen Boss, your health is important." Er De said.

"I want noodles. Spicy is the best."

She nodded. "There's a new sichuan restaurant nearby. I'll buy it for you."

Er De bought lunch, and I didn't want to eat it again, but she was kind to me. I didn't want to disappoint her, so I forced myself to eat half a bowl, and my stomach hurt in the afternoon. I endured meeting two clients, signed the contract for the new project, and I couldn't hold on anymore.

When I woke up, everything was white. I was so familiar with this place that I had to come over every once in a while. I was almost scared.

I sighed and sat up with my hands over my tail.

"I'm awake." Fu Jing pushed the door and came in.

"Why are you here?" I leaned against the bed and sat down in a bad tone.

He didn't answer. He brought my small table in front of me and opened the lunch boxes he had brought.

"I heard from your secretary that you haven't had a good meal in a week. The doctor said that you had a stomach hemorrhage. This conservative treatment stopped the bleeding. Next time, you won't be so lucky." He glared at me.

I exclaimed. His food was so delicious that I couldn't help but move my chopsticks.

His cooking was the best. His stomach was warm and comfortable, especially the porridge he cooked. It was exceptionally sweet.

"Don't try to be mean to me. You're used to it." I whispered, "In the past, when I had no money, I could eat a steamed bun in half for two days. The free soup in the cafeteria tasted good after four years. After spending time with you, I changed my ways to feed me every day. It made my stomach so bad. I couldn't eat anything. I had to starve."

Fu jing picked up the porridge bowl and fed me spoonfuls of it. "If you get angry again in the future, you have to eat well."

"Is it my fault that I can't eat? Chefs nowadays are not dedicated at all. The food they make is not as good as yours."

"I promise you, no matter how busy I am in the future, I will cook for you. I will be responsible for my stomach."

I curled my lips. "You better keep your word."

After dinner, he cleaned up the dishes, helped me cover the quilt and left. After eating, he took medicine, and finally his stomach stopped hurting. I wanted to leave the hospital. The doctor asked me to observe for a night, so I had to let him take my work to the ward.

The only thing I can't do is take notes. I'll ask Yang Jian next time. If it's urgent, I'll send him an email.

I didn't expect that he would still reply to me in the middle of the night, or call me personally.

"Mr. Yang, I'm really sorry to bother you so late. Thank you." I stared at the needle in my hand and smiled.

"Don't say that. You should rest early too."

Yang Jian's appearance really helped me a lot. Within a month, the company was on the right track, much better than when I first took over. I gave myself half a day off to relax and asked wu ying to see the children.

I haven't seen Tingsheng for a long time. When I saw him again, he was different. His skin was fine and smooth, and he seemed to have gained weight. When I held him, I didn't want to let go. My eyes were red.

"Take the baby back if you want it, just like I took your son." Wu Ying snorted.

I know she's not telling the truth. "Grandma wu, thank you. With you to help me protect Tingsheng, I can really work at ease."

"Come on." She knocked my hand off. "You didn't say so many people were robbing your son when you gave him to me."