PDLP Chapter 61 We'll take care of it.
Chapter 61 We'll take care of it.
In the room, Zhu Ziqing stayed by Tan Haoyu's bedside as he fell into a coma with a high fever, feeling anxious and helpless.
The sky outside the window was terribly gloomy, just like her mood at that moment.
In this oppressive and suffocating atmosphere, the doorbell suddenly rang.
Zhu Ziqing stood frozen in place, her mind filled with thoughts of Tan Haoyu's weak appearance.
While she was still in a daze, Tan Haoyu's sexy, husky, and somewhat weak voice sounded softly behind her: "Go open the door. Put on a coat first and pay attention to your appearance."
Zhu Ziqing turned her head in astonishment.
But Tan Haoyu's eyes were tightly closed, as if those words had not come from his mouth.
She absentmindedly responded with an "Oh," then looked down at the thin nightgown she was wearing.
Only then did I realize that it was indeed inappropriate to meet outsiders like this.
In her haste, she grabbed a coat from the closet, threw it on, casually smoothed her hair, and hurried toward the door.
Zhu Ziqing peered through the peephole and saw Yang Piaoliang and Liu Meili. Feeling relieved, she quickly reached out and opened the door.
"You've finally arrived!" She hadn't finished speaking.
Yang Piaoliang and Liu Meili rushed in like a gust of wind, without even saying hello, heading straight for the bedroom.
Zhu Ziqing was filled with doubt, and subconsciously followed behind.
Upon reaching the bedroom, they saw the doctor holding a syringe, preparing to administer an injection to Tan Haoyu.
Zhu Ziqing's eyes widened, a strange unease rising in her heart.
She stepped forward and asked urgently, "What are you doing? Who are these people?"
He reached out to stop him.
Yang Piaoliang turned around easily and blocked her, his eyes showing an undeniable air: "Miss Zhu, don't cause trouble."
Zhu Ziqing staggered back a few steps after being blocked like that.
He watched helplessly as the doctor skillfully administered the injection to Tan Haoyu, yet he couldn't get close to him.
In that instant, a deep sense of helplessness overwhelmed her like a tidal wave, and a feeling of frustration spread wildly through her heart.
She suddenly realized that although she was known as Tan Haoyu's wife, she actually knew far too little about him.
At this moment, the status of being a wife seemed so insignificant.
Before she could even catch her breath, the doctor had already quickly instructed his assistant to lift Tan Haoyu onto a stretcher.
Zhu Ziqing opened her mouth, wanting to shout to stop her.
He was as if nailed to the spot, unable to utter a sound, and could only watch in despair as they carried Tan Haoyu away.
Yang Piaoliang crossed her arms, turned her head to look at Zhu Ziqing, and said with a cold and distant expression: "Ms. Zhu, we can take care of President Tan. You are quite busy, so there is no need to trouble you."
Zhu Ziqing felt as if she had been punched hard in the chest, filled with resentment and frustration at being rejected.
She stood there, stunned, and couldn't help but ask herself: Do I really understand Tan Haoyu? As his wife, she couldn't even get involved in something as important as his illness and medical treatment. She was truly derelict in her duty.
She reflected bitterly on her daily interactions with Tan Haoyu.
Aside from the trivialities of daily life, I had never truly entered his life.
They knew absolutely nothing about his background, work details, or even his social circle.
The door closed slowly.
Yang Piaoliang and the doctor took Tan Haoyu away, which also tore Zhu Ziqing's heart apart.
Her eyes reddened, and tears welled up in her eyes. She could no longer suppress her self-blame and sadness, and they surged forth.
"Xiaohua, am I really useless? I can't even take care of my own husband."
She crouched down and hugged the puppy Xiaohua tightly, as if grasping at the last straw.
Little Flower seemed to understand her sadness, sticking out its tongue to gently lick her hand, making a soft whimpering sound as if to comfort her.
As Xiao Hua gently licked her, Zhu Ziqing's emotions gradually calmed down.
She raised her hand to wipe away her tears and took a deep breath.
Then he stood up, gritted his teeth, and said in a low voice, "Fine, rather than just standing here doing nothing, I might as well go to work. I can't let things get any worse."
After saying that, she straightened her clothes, grabbed her bag, and resolutely stepped out of the house.
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Feiyang Technology Company has been mired in difficulties and unable to extricate itself during this period.
First, the cooperation negotiations with the two giants, Wanshi and Miyou, broke down one after another, and the morale of the company was greatly dampened.
Immediately afterwards, the newly appointed president, Tan Haoyu, suddenly fell seriously ill and collapsed, which was like a heavy blow to the hearts of his colleagues.
Meanwhile, rumors were rampant in the company, and everyone was secretly speculating about the company's future.
Zhu Ziqing, working at Feiyang Technology amidst its undercurrents, also felt the heavy atmosphere within the company.
However, she was just an ordinary employee, and the affairs of the upper management were none of her concern.
Normally, her colleagues had no idea about her secret marital relationship with Tan Haoyu.
She naturally had no say in any major decisions concerning the company's future.
Seeing the company in such a mess, Zhu Ziqing was extremely anxious.
She gritted her teeth and resolved to work hard and do her job well, hoping to alleviate even the slightest bit of the pressure.
Stepping into the company gate, one can clearly feel the oppressive and gloomy atmosphere that hits you.
Feiyang Technology's business volume plummeted like a waterfall, and the office seemed shrouded in gloom.
The employees were listless and their spirits were so low that they were almost desperate.
The enthusiastic atmosphere of racing against time and working hard for the project that used to exist has completely disappeared.
Looking around, my colleagues are either huddled together in twos and threes, chatting and gossiping.
They just bury themselves in Weibo and Douyin, wasting their work time, completely losing their enthusiasm for work.
Zhu Ziqing sat at her desk, her brows furrowed.
The mountain of documents in front of her couldn't distract her. She was worried about two things: the company's precarious future and her husband Tan Haoyu's condition, which was still unknown.
"I can't just sit here like this!" Zhu Ziqing encouraged herself in her heart.
She mustered her strength, reached out and opened the thick folder of client information, examining it line by line, not letting any potential for cooperation slip by.
Then, she took a deep breath and picked up the phone receiver.
She started dialing customer numbers one after another, her voice clear and polite: "Hello, is this XX company? This is Zhu Ziqing from Feiyang Technology. We've had some initial contact before, and I'd like to schedule a time to discuss our collaborative project in person. Would that be convenient for you?"
However, reality was like buckets of cold water; the continuous rejections from clients ruthlessly extinguished her hopes.
The person on the other end of the phone either gave evasive answers or directly refused: "Feiyang Technology, your company hasn't been doing well lately, so let's put the cooperation on hold for now."
With each setback, Zhu Ziqing's heart sank to the bottom, and her enthusiasm was shattered.