Chapter 66

Xiao Hua refused, but still called a doctor to come for an examination. The doctor could not diagnose on the spot and needed Qiao Yun to go to the hospital for a check-up with equipment. Qiao Yun stubbornly refused to go to the hospital for a check-up and insisted on following Lin Zixian's prescription for treatment. Qiao Antian had no choice but to send someone to get the medicine...

In the following days, Qiao Yun, who took the medicine according to the prescription, indeed looked better day by day, which reassured Qiao Antian and his wife. At the same time, they were both somewhat surprised that Lin Zixian could actually treat illnesses.

The only thing that made Qiao Yun feel embarrassed was, as Lin Zixian had said, the medicine had some side effects, and she would excrete some clotted blood every day, which was extremely foul-smelling. Just thinking about Lin Zixian knowing she would be like this made Qiao Yun blush, and she couldn't help but suspect that the guy was deliberately messing with her.

Three days later, Qiao Yun was able to get out of bed and move around, but her activity was limited to her room, which was quite spacious.

"Xiao Yun, why are you out of bed again?" Qiao Antian frowned as he entered the room, placing several documents on the table. These were official matters that required the general manager to handle personally. In theory, Qiao Antian could handle them on her behalf, but Qiao Yun insisted that her father bring the documents home and that she must sign them personally. Qiao Antian couldn't say much about it.

Because some things are not as simple as ordinary people think. For such a large group company, if news of the CEO's health issues were to spread, it would directly affect the stock price, which in turn would impact the company and all shareholders.

Even Qiao Yun's marriage, which is closely watched by many, especially the board of directors, is no exception. If Qiao Yun were to marry an ordinary person or someone from a less prestigious family, a significant drop in the stock price is possible.

This involves the stability of the marriage. If the two have a troubled marriage and divorce, they would have to divide their assets according to the law, including the company's shares. Once the news of the divorce spreads, a sharp drop in the stock price is inevitable, which is a serious matter for any large company.

This is why many wealthy people sign prenuptial agreements. For ordinary people, this might seem disdainful and a sign of distrust, but for many high-level executives, it is a necessary measure because it involves not just their personal interests but the interests of many others.

Of course, for those who are just rich, signing a prenup is purely to prevent their spouse from taking advantage, which is a matter of character and has nothing to do with the interests of the majority.

On the other hand, if Qiao Yun were to marry someone with a background even more prestigious than Minghua Group, the company's shareholders would be very supportive. Even if a divorce were to happen, Minghua Group would only benefit and not suffer. Or, if she were to marry someone with similar strength to Minghua Group, it would be a strong alliance, and no one would object, such as marrying Zheng Longqing, which would be beneficial for Minghua Group's development.

As for whether Zheng Longqing has any ulterior motives for the Qiao family, the company's shareholders wouldn't care. Even if Minghua Group were to change leadership, their shares would still be theirs as long as their interests are not affected.

Qiao Yun had just sat down at the table and started reading the documents when Xiao Hua came in with a bowl of hot soup, fuming. "Xiao Zheng is here again. I didn't let him in... My daughter went out to play with you, and your subordinates injured her. How can I dare to marry her to you in the future?" She was just venting her anger.

"Who said Xiao Yun is going to marry him?" Qiao Antian rolled his eyes at his wife and walked to the window with Qiao Yun, where they saw Zheng Longqing looking eagerly at the house from the yard, with a row of bodyguards blocking his way.

"Mom! I'll change my clothes and have him wait in the living room." Qiao Yun said as she walked to the wardrobe.

In fact, Zheng Longqing had come to visit every day for the past three days. She had refused his visits the first two days because she couldn't get out of bed, and she didn't want just any man to enter her room. Now that she could move around, she naturally wanted to see him.

"Let him wait a few more days to teach him a lesson." Although Xiao Hua said this, she quickly went out when her daughter agreed.

Although she was angry about her daughter's injury, Zheng Longqing had explained several times that he was deeply in love with her daughter. She actually quite liked this future son-in-law and couldn't find any faults with him, and she didn't want to ruin their relationship.

Qiao Antian took the coat from his daughter, put it on her, and said solemnly, "It's best to cut ties with this person. If you continue to be involved, I'm afraid you will be in danger."

Qiao Yun's eyes flashed with a cold light, and the image of a gentle daughter instantly disappeared. She said coldly, "We can't break ties with him now. If we do, it will backfire. I don't want my family to be in any more danger. I need time to prepare a large amount of funds for a hostile takeover. We can't alert him now. We need to keep him stable until the Donghai Entrepreneurs' Annual Conference. After I have a personal talk with him, we can take action. Once the time is right, I will eliminate them completely, leaving no lingering problems. This is the price they will pay for breaking the rules!" Her words were tinged with a hint of menace.

Qiao Antian sighed slightly. He had confidence in his daughter's decisiveness in business, as past events had already proven her capability. However, the idea of her using her charm to stabilize the opponent made him, as a father, very uncomfortable.

The boss of the company he served didn't go to work, and Deputy Minister Lin also skipped work, riding his bicycle around or staying at home in the Sakura Snow Apartments, doing things like buying groceries. The actual cooking was still done by Tong Yunan.

On this day, he went to the bicycle shop where he got his bike, and chatted with the owner. Over time, they had become quite familiar. Before leaving, he mentioned that he was always worried about his bike being stolen when he went to buy groceries, so the owner gave him a lock for free.

It wasn't that he lacked the money, but for him, this was a way to enjoy the fun of mingling with the common people and a way of life. Otherwise, solving everything with money would be boring.

In the bustling market, Lin Zixian carried a basket, which he had bought after wandering through several streets. It was made of wicker, very environmentally friendly.

Whenever he found a vegetable he liked, he would haggle with the vendor, trying to get the best price. Whether he succeeded or not, he always put a lot of effort into it. He didn't mind his dry mouth, and he always had a bottle of mineral water in his basket.

After buying a duck and putting it in the basket, his phone rang. He took it out and answered, "Assistant Ning, what can I do for you?"

On the other end, Ning Lan was sitting in a car with Meng Zidan. She paused and said, "Where are you? It's so noisy!"

Meng Zidan, curious, leaned in to listen. She heard Lin Zixian say, "Oh! I'm at the market buying groceries. I'll hang up now. It's too noisy here, and it's not convenient to talk."

Buying groceries? Ning Lan and Meng Zidan looked at each other, unsure what he was up to.

Meng Zidan made a gesture to go find him, and Ning Lan nodded, afraid he would hang up. She quickly said, "I heard you live in the old district. I'm in the old district now. Which market are you at? I'll come find you."

"Oh! Come on over. I'm at the Chengdong Market, where the old and new districts meet. I'm in Zone 6. Come straight to Zone 6 when you get here." Lin Zixian looked around and hung up after hearing her write it down.

Meng Zidan and Ning Lan didn't know where the Chengdong Market was, so they asked a passerby and learned it was just a short distance away, a right turn at the next intersection. They immediately headed there.

After parking the car, the two well-dressed women, wearing high heels, entered the market. The various smells made them wrinkle their noses; they clearly weren't regular market-goers.

Finding Zone 6, they searched for Lin Zixian and soon saw him with a basket, looking around.

The two looked at each other speechlessly. Was he really buying groceries? Meng Zidan put a finger to her lips and whispered to Ning Lan, indicating they should follow him quietly to see what he was up to.

Just then, Lin Zixian saw a pile of fresh radishes and stopped, his eyes shining.

"How much are these radishes per pound?" Lin Zixian put the basket down, opened his water bottle, took a sip to moisten his throat, and rolled up his sleeves to start haggling.

The vendor's smile froze when he saw Lin Zixian. He thought, "Why is it this stingy guy again?" He gestured and said, "Three dollars!"

"Three dollars?" Lin Zixian cried out like a pig being slaughtered, shouting, "I bought a pound for two and a half dollars the other day to stew with ribs. Why is it three dollars today for stewing with duck? Do you think I'm a fool?"

Ning Lan and Meng Zidan, who were following behind, were speechless, almost thinking they had seen the wrong person. Was it really worth it for fifty cents?

"The price fluctuates. My cost is higher, so the selling price is higher. If you don't want to buy, move aside and don't interfere with my business." The vendor waved his hand impatiently, tired of arguing with him. He had been scared by him in the past few days and decided to save his saliva for those who brought water bottles to buy groceries.

Lin Zixian glared and held onto two radishes, refusing to let go. "What kind of attitude is this, boss? This is refusal to sell, which is a serious offense and can disrupt market order. I can file a complaint with the Consumer Association."

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