"That is the condition you must promise me," Elder Jiang said, not entirely clear about the details.
"Find out the truth," he said to Qin Ningyi, word by word. "Little A'rou's parents cannot have died in vain. If this old man really abused his power..."
Elder Jiang stopped speaking here. He looked at the Qin family patriarch lying quietly on the bed. "You had better not have."
Otherwise, he would help get rid of this hypocrite.
After delivering the medicine, Elder Jiang walked to the door and looked at the guards pinned against the wall with a disdainful smile. "Let's go."
Elder Jiang had arrived aggressively, but left as quietly as a whisper.
The treatment for the Qin patriarch officially began.
"President Qin, you're finally back!" Xiao Konglin, upon seeing Qin Ningyi disembark, rushed over. The excitement on his face was palpable.
Although he didn't have much flesh left on his face.
Qin Ningyi, hearing his overly exaggerated voice, sidestepped.
Xiao Konglin paid no mind. "President Qin, these are last week's business data, this week's reports and proposals, and this is today's schedule..." kan shu wu. xà
He had had enough. Being a CEO was not something just anyone could handle.
Qin Ningyi looked at the pile of folders he thrust at him and said calmly, "Public place."
The all-capable Assistant Xiao froze for a moment. He looked around, noticing the airport staff and a few celebrities walking through the special channel casting casual glances.
He had been too excited and had forgotten they were in a public place, only wanting to report these matters to Qin Ningyi quickly.
By the time Xiao Konglin finished his report, it was already late afternoon, the end of the workday.
"Still not done?" Zhao Hengyu's lazy voice sounded from outside the door.
In fact, he had received news of Qin Ningyi's return earlier. There was some information he had intended to deliver to Qin Ningyi in person. However, as soon as he reached the Qin Corporation building, he was stopped by people arranged by Xiao Konglin, and only now was he able to come upstairs.
"Old Qin, I need to talk to you about something." He leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, enjoying Assistant Xiao's guard-like expression.
The entire Qin Corporation was managed by him alone. What great power, what high status? How could Assistant Xiao be so desperately clinging like a sticky candy wrapper?
Qin Ningyi looked up from the report and glanced at him calmly, completely unfazed by Xiao Konglin's urgency. "About what?"
The poison in Yizhou, news of Huo Rou, the visit to Grandma Yao...
There were many things lately, each and every one of them important.
The stability of the nation, the current situation of his beloved, the safety of his family—he could only hold onto everything he couldn't let go of.
Zhao Hengyu looked at the dark circles under Qin Ningyi's eyes and the hint of stubble. The teasing words he was about to utter all retreated. It had been a long time since he had seen Qin Ningyi so disheveled and worn out.
"We've found Grandma Yao's current residence."
Upon hearing this news, Qin Ningyi immediately turned his gaze to him. "Where?"
"Daocheng Village."
Zhao Hengyu himself hadn't expected that after searching all the research institute family compounds, the contemporary giant they were looking for was living in a village.
"If it weren't for Grandma Yao's youngest son suddenly bringing back rice, a well-dressed person carrying a huge sack of rice would have been too conspicuous. Otherwise, we would only have encountered her by chance," Zhao Hengyu thought, finding it a bit amusing.
No matter how glamorous or distinguished people were in the city, they always returned to their roots when they went back to the village.
Qin Ningyi wasn't very surprised by the answer "village." How could people who worked with the land ever be far from it?
Perhaps the little Medicine King he had been searching for was also in some field, pondering new methods of cultivating medicinal herbs. And his future wife, who grew flowers, might be planting them again beside ceramic pots.
Qin Ningyi lowered his head and smiled. He was becoming obsessed.
Let's put these aside for now. However, this Daocheng Village...
Why was it so similar in name to Daolin Village?