So you're not really happy

Chapter 1 Prelude ([-])

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Jiao people come to step on the snow, a good fate seems to be seeking.Jiaqing had no intention of it, but she was bitter and frustrated.

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There is a grave in everyone's heart, which is used to bury the loved one. — Stendhal

In the outpatient room of the First Hospital, an unexpected visitor came.

Doctor Qin, who was nearly fifty years old, looked at the person sitting across from him, put on the appearance of an old mother, and patiently persuaded: "It's been four months, if you kill it, there may be no more in the future, you Think about it carefully!"

The woman opposite was named Shen Zhi'an. She listened to Doctor Qin's words with a calm face, only slightly trembling fingers showed that she was a little nervous. She shook her head and said firmly: "I appreciate your kindness, this child It's a sin, it's unacceptable."

After hearing this, Doctor Qin sighed, and said, "What's the matter? Do you have to make trouble with a child?" She also has a daughter who has been practicing medicine for decades. .

However, Shen Zhi'an acted as if she hadn't heard it. She looked up at Doctor Qin and said, "Aunt Qin, I have one more thing to ask for your help!"

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On the day of the winter solstice, a heavy snow fell out of nowhere. The snow came in a hurry, like an appointment, raging and rampant, and soon dyed the whole city white.

But at this time, the huge Shen's house seemed a little empty. Looking around, the yard was covered with silver, and the tops of the scattered trees were weighed down by the white snow, shaking slightly as if they were overwhelmed.

In the quaint room, there is only a cup of tea on the table, with a little smoke curling up.

After a while, I saw a person walking in from the small courtyard, leaving a series of footprints in the white sand-like snow. The person looked indifferent, entered the house, and went upstairs. He stood at the door of a room on the second floor. , raised his hand and knocked on the door lightly, saying: "Mr. Wei, it's time to go, the driver is already waiting outside."

After the man finished speaking, he stopped talking and quietly waited for the order from inside.

After a while, a voice came from the room: "I see."

When the man heard the answer, he immediately felt relieved, but he didn't leave, but just waited there.

One can tell at a glance that Mr. Wei is the owner of the Shen family. However, the owner's surname is Wei, which makes people puzzled, but it is the truth.

Today is the fourth anniversary of the establishment of Yanxi Group, and it is also the beginning of the official listing time. Since its establishment, Yanxi Group has gone through hardships, from the initial office building, to the establishment of a company, and then to gradually becoming a joint stock company. , and now, there are finally many branches.

In particular, a lawsuit three months ago was even more dangerous.Yanxi Group sued Shen's Group for patent infringement. Shen's Group used to be a large enterprise in H City, but in recent years it has become more and more ineffective. The group was suspected of illegal production and tax evasion. The branch of the Shen Group had already been discredited because of arrears of wages to migrant workers a year ago. As soon as this case came out, the public applauded Yanxi Group.

Three months later, when all the dust settled, Shen Lifeng, chairman of the Shen Group, was sentenced to four years in prison.

Of course, Shen's Group was also seriously injured because of this, and its branches were also disbanded one after another. The head office was overwhelmed and even declared bankruptcy in just three months.

However, after all this was over, someone broke the news that Wei Ling, the chairman of the Yanxi Group, was actually the illegitimate daughter of the chairman of the Shen Group. As soon as this news came out, there was an uproar. To uncover the truth, the chairman of Yanxi Group specially planned to hold a press conference to explain to the public on the day of the winter solstice.

With a click, the door opened, and a tall woman stood inside the door, and she was wearing a black and blue suit jacket with a circle of delicate embroidery on the cuffs, and a light blue collar shirt of the same color inside, giving people a dull feeling , with a more clean retro taste, she is Wei Ling, the current chairman of Yanxi Group.

Wei Ling looked at the people outside the door and asked, "When will the press conference start?"

The man immediately said: "Nine o'clock in the morning, eight o'clock now, you still have an hour, do you want to go to the company?"

Wei Ling went down the stairs slowly, and said in a leisurely manner, "Then let's go there after breakfast!"

The man nodded slightly and said respectfully, "Yes."

When Grandma Zhao in the kitchen downstairs saw Wei Ling coming down, she immediately brought out the prepared breakfast, put it on the table, and returned it to the kitchen. Wei Ling sat there alone on the huge dining table, which looked extraordinarily empty and lonely.

Wei Ling looked around critically, and then remembered that the servants of the Shen family were kicked out by him yesterday, including the old housekeeper who voluntarily resigned.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but smile lightly, but there was contempt and disdain in her eyes. After a few mouthfuls of porridge, Wei Ling couldn't eat any more, put down the bowl and chopsticks, got up and left.

Wei Ling told the man on the side: "Hire some people tomorrow, the company will be in order, and the family will be in order."

After finishing speaking, Wei Ling put on a black coat, carried a bag, and walked out the door. There was white snow outside the door. Wei Ling looked at it suddenly and felt a little uncomfortable. She stood where she was and blinked.

The man behind her thought she was dissatisfied that the snow was falling too deep and the road was difficult to walk, so he immediately said: "I'll find some people to sweep the snow away."

Wei Ling stopped it: "No, it's a pity to sweep away the snow."

As he said that, he went to the yard. There were still a few small trees in the yard, and the plum blossoms were already in bloom, which complemented the white snow perfectly.

Wei Ling stepped on the soft white snow, listening to the creaking sound of his feet, at this moment, a man came running from the veranda, and he stood still in front of Wei Ling, and said, "Mr. "The man paused at this point, as if he felt something was wrong, and then looked at the man behind her, who was also giving him winks, he was a little hesitant for a while, but suddenly he didn't know how to speak, everyone knows, Miss Shen's family She has already severed ties with the Shen family.

Wei Ling looked as usual, and said lightly: "It's okay, you can continue."

Then the man said: "A month ago, Miss Shen went to the Central Hospital to see a doctor. The initial diagnosis was stomach cancer."

"I know this, let's get to the point." Wei Ling interrupted him and ordered.

She thought that this was just Shen Zhian's trick to deceive others, how could Shen Zhian have stomach cancer.

"Later, she went to the No. [-] Hospital again. It was seen by Dr. Wei from the Department of Internal Medicine. It was indeed stomach cancer. It is said that it has reached an advanced stage. Yesterday, the eldest lady had an operation at the hospital, and she said that the operation failed and she didn't survive—" As soon as the man finished speaking, Wei Ling grabbed his wrist, and he was so painful that he immediately fell silent.

"What you said is true!" Wei Ling stared at him coldly and said every word.

The man was so frightened that his legs and feet became weak. Wei Ling glanced over coldly, making him feel wet behind him instantly. He felt both shocked and frightened, and said in a trembling voice: "Really, really, absolutely true! I, " He lowered his head and fumbled in his pocket, took out a piece of paper, and handed it to Wei Ling: "Look, I still have the death notice just issued by the hospital. Here, this is a copy."

The man behind Wei Ling was startled suddenly, and it was too late to stop him. Wei Ling reached out and grabbed the piece of paper, quickly scanning the words on it.

Seeing that Shen Zhi'an was filled in the column for the patient's name, Wei Ling paused, her pupils suddenly dilated, and the two men beside her stood aside cautiously, not daring to speak.

Wei Ling held his breath and continued to look down. It read: "Dear patient's family: The patient was treated in our hospital's internal medicine department. Because the rescue was ineffective..." For a while, Wei Ling suddenly felt that his eyes were all white.

Wei Ling let go of her hand, and the paper fluttered down. It landed lightly on the ground and was soon wet by the snow. She looked at the paper and said softly, "Go to the front desk of the company, and someone will pay you."

Hearing that, the man breathed a sigh of relief, and ran out the door as if fleeing.

The man behind Wei Ling saw that although Wei Ling's face was expressionless, but his eyes were staring, he couldn't help feeling a little worried, stepped forward slightly, and said cautiously: "Mr. Wei, please be sure to express your condolences!"

Wei Ling turned a deaf ear to it, looked at the white snow all over the ground, and suddenly remembered a novel he had read when he was a child, and in a trance, a sentence from that novel appeared in his mind: "Sometimes, yesterday's events seem like It happened last year, and what happened last year seems like it happened yesterday. When it gets serious, it feels like what happened tomorrow seems like it happened yesterday.”

Looking at the white snow, Wei Ling murmured to himself: "I thought she was still the same, that way... but I don't know, it's not what it used to be, whatever!"

The man Nuonuo didn't dare to speak, just stood quietly aside.

Wei Ling suddenly felt a dull pain in her heart and mouth, soreness but couldn't vent it, as if something was stuck, unbearable and tormented, she heard the sound of her heart beating faster, "bang bang bang", faster and faster, She wanted to struggle, but couldn't move.

For a moment, grief surged from all directions, gradually submerging her, everything was silent, and the sad melody was extremely thick, as if it had melted into her blood and slowly solidified.

The white snow in front of her eyes filled her eyes, and the piece of paper occupied her sight. She bent down, trying to pick up the piece of paper, but when she bent her knees, she knelt down directly, startling the person next to her. Immediately wanted to go forward to help, but saw Wei Ling waving at him as if to refuse.

Wei Ling raised her hand and reached for the piece of paper, and immediately felt a bloody smell spread in her throat. She lowered her head and spat out a mouthful of blood.

This blood, sprinkled on the snow in bits and pieces, looks like those fallen plum blossoms, which are in bud, extraordinarily enchanting.

The man on the side turned pale with shock.

The driver at the door waited for a long time and was about to get out of the car, but he saw Mr. Wei's assistant Lian Zong running over in a panic. Before he could ask, he was preempted by that man: "Quick! Quick! Call the doctor, Boss Wei vomited blood!"

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There are two or three small trees in the courtyard.The road is covered with heavy snow, and it is a pity that the blood is stained again.

The author has something to say: Years ago, he said he would open a hole, but today he finally got what he wanted ヾ?≧?≦)o

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PS: Three more on the first day! (The time is uncertain), other times are updated daily ([-]:[-] pm), if it is updated at other times, it may be catching bugs, forgive me!

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Posted on 2018-04-30

Revised on 2018-05-18