Future Phone – Part Two

Half an hour later, registered member numbers successfully broke ten thousand and continued growing. Meanwhile, the audit department staff were completely busy, both setting requirements for Weike members’ works and reviewing employers’ posted projects. However, facing this situation, Yang Jianfeng just smiled – being busy was good!

Fan Lirong quickly made arrangements for Chen Siwei: “Since he has spoken to you about these things, he must want to convey some information to you. Go see him tomorrow and see what he says!”

“Okay.” The problem that had troubled him for a long time was resolved in Fan Lirong’s few words. Looking at his wife’s face, which had maintained the same appearance since an unintentional remark he made over a decade ago, Chen Siwei was deeply moved and was about to make an affectionate gesture when Fan Lirong calmly stood up from the bed’s edge and said: “It’s time to pick up Liangliang from school.”

Liangliang was a child Chen Siwei had with a beautiful doctoral student, conceived for a cost of three million, which was also Fan Lirong’s arrangement, because the doctoral student was very beautiful. She was tall, and her doctoral status proved her intelligence.

Fan Lirong left, and Chen Siwei let out a long sigh, getting up to take out a photo from the drawer. Touching the girl with a brilliant smile in the photo, tears slid down his cheeks: “Lirong, when will you return to your old self!”

A car accident over a decade ago gave Fan Lirong unparalleled logical thinking but also robbed her of her fertility and normal human emotions. Over these years, the relationship between Chen Siwei and Fan Lirong was more like a boss and assistant than a married couple.

Over a decade of seeking medical treatment yielded no results.

“Ah” Chen Siwei’s sigh echoed in the empty room, then the entire room fell into boundless silence. If an outsider were to enter, they would see Chen Siwei looking at a photo of Zhao Lirong from over a decade ago, tears silently streaming down his face, gradually creating a damp spot on his pants.

“What did you say?!” Hao Yunyang jumped directly from the bed, eyes wide: “Say that again.”

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