At the critical moment, the boss suddenly appeared, which was as surprising as Guanyin Bodhisattva descending to earth.
Everyone rushed to the group chat to explain Jiang Nanfang's situation and request support.
Without a second's delay, Zhan Beijue prioritized the safety of his employees: "Send me the address, I'll send a car over now. Don't worry, take good care of her."
After sending the message, he instructed Ah Zhong to look after the two children at the hotel and put on his jacket, preparing to leave.
Zhan Jingge, feigning ignorance, stopped him and asked, "Daddy, it's raining so heavily outside, and it's so late. Where are you going?"
"Daddy has some urgent matters to attend to and will be back soon. You and your brother stay here obediently with Uncle Ah Zhong, and wait for me. We'll go see the desert together tomorrow."
Seeing their daddy rushing to save their mommy, the two children were deeply moved. They hugged him one by one: "Then daddy, you must be careful going out alone. Don't worry about us, we'll wait for you to come back."
Zhan Beijue went downstairs, got his car in front of the hotel, installed the company's self-developed portable WiFi, and drove swiftly towards Jiang Nanfang.
The roads in the mountainous area were extremely difficult to navigate, slippery and soft, narrow and steep. Facing the torrential rain and the darkness, as a pampered scion who had grown up in a mansion, he was quite unaccustomed to such a road for the first time.
However, thinking of Jiang Nanfang's current suffering, and perhaps waiting anxiously for him to save her life, any difficulty seemed surmountable for him.
Steadying his mood, he traversed mountains and ridges, breaking through the night. Nearly two hours later, Zhan Beijue finally appeared at the village entrance.
Everyone was sitting anxiously under the eaves of the village chief's house, holding up their phone lights, their necks stretched out in anticipation. Finally, they saw the car lights and excitedly stood up.
"President Zhan's car is here! The company has sent people! Look, President Zhan really sent someone!"
Through the rain curtain, Zhan Beijue saw a few scattered lights, knowing that Jiang Nanfang might be there. He drifted the car to the entrance, turned it around.
He shifted into gear, without even turning off the engine, and directly stepped into the muddy water, rushing out of the car.
Under the dim light, everyone saw a tall figure with a resolute face walking calmly into the rain, and they were all astonished in disbelief.
"President Zhan? Isn't that President Zhan? So late at night, he actually came to pick her up personally…"
In such a poor and remote place, at a time of crisis, the boss personally coming out to save people was incredibly morale-boosting.
Everyone instantly felt a surge of warmth and shouted, "President Zhan."
"President Zhan."
Zhan Beijue strode onto the eaves, letting the rain water roll down his hair and forehead. He scanned everyone and said in a deep voice, "Where is Engineer Jiang? You all worked hard. Come with me, we'll all go to the county town for unified rest and recuperation for two days."
Beyond their感动, seeing his consideration for everyone, they felt a pang of sorrow. They pointed to a side room across the eaves, "Engineer Jiang is in there. Malaria is contagious, and we didn't want everyone to perish collectively, so we had to move her out."
Zhan Beijue nodded and looked towards the dilapidated room through the rain curtain: "You all get in the car first, put on your masks. I'll go carry her."
Engineer Tian, relying on his sturdy build, blocked him: "President Zhan, this illness is quite troublesome once contracted. Why don't I carry her?"
Zhan Beijue glanced at him, his eyes firm: "No need. Hurry up, all of you. I'll carry her."
The room was lit by a kerosene lamp, damp and cold. As the door opened, a gust of wind blew in, causing the weak flame to sway and almost extinguish.
The ground was covered with a pile of wheat stalks, on which were scattered a pile of clothes, and on the clothes lay two colorful cotton quilts…
When he heard the technicians say in the group chat that the local conditions were harsh and everyone was sleeping on the ground, Zhan Beijue never imagined it could be this difficult.
Walking in a couple of steps, a mud-brick kang was built against the wall.
The kang was also covered with wheat stalks, with a large red cotton quilt placed on it. The quilt had a slight S-shaped bulge, presumably where Jiang Nanfang was.
Thinking that she, a woman, had followed him as his wife for three years, and had borne him two children, yet had been roughing it with a group of men in such a place for so many days, Zhan Beijue felt a mix of emotions.
"Jiang Nanfang?" he tentatively approached the kang.
Jiang Nanfang felt cold all over, her stomach ached, and her mouth was dry. Although she was drowsy and wanted to sleep, the pain prevented her from sleeping at all, and she drifted in and out of consciousness.
Suddenly hearing a pleasant male voice calling her, which sounded like Zhan Beijue, she thought she was asleep and dreaming.
"Jiang Nanfang, are you there? I am Zhan Beijue, I've come to pick you up."
Jiang Nanfang felt wronged. She had sold the company to him, and he wouldn't even give her the children, but instead sent her to this dilapidated place to suffer.
Zhan Beijue, I never thought you could hate me this much. To make me die, you would do anything. How vicious!
Two lines of clear tears flowed down the corners of her eyes. Jiang Nanfang cried, feeling helpless and heartbroken.
Zhan Beijue lifted the quilt and the first thing he saw was such a pitiful sight.
Although she was wearing clothes while sleeping, the quilt was not warm at all. Thinking she was crying from pain, Zhan Beijue looked at her shivering there and felt a moment of heartache.
It is said that a day as husband and wife creates a hundred days of affection. They had been husband and wife for hundreds of days, and had recently rekindled their old flame.
"Don't cry, get up, I'll take you to the hospital."
Jiang Nanfang closed her eyes, tears uncontrollably streaming down: "Zhan Beijue, you're not human. You wouldn't take me to the hospital. You hate me so much, you wish I were dead. You wouldn't take me to the hospital."
"..."
"If I die, the children will all be yours alone. You are so cruel, Zhan Beijue, I hate you."
"Get out. If I die, I die. I'm not afraid of you, and I don't want to see you. Get out."
Thinking that he had rushed thousands of miles in one day, braved mountains and rivers to be scolded, Zhan Beijue felt truly pathetic.
Why should he care about her life or death? Why should he be good to her?
Just because they were husband and wife, and she had plotted against him when she left?
Heh! That wasn't out of love. Don't forget what a beastly thing she did after giving birth to the child!
Just because she gave him a reasonably good night's sleep a few days ago, he lost his head and became infatuated with her body, forgetting all her shameful moments?
Anyone can be a species that thinks with their lower half, but he, Zhan Beijue, was not.
After being scolded a few times, Zhan Beijue suddenly woke up as if from a dream.
What does her hardship have to do with him?
She chose this path herself. Why should he travel thousands of miles to comfort her?
Looking at Jiang Nanfang, who was still cursing him incessantly, he suddenly lost the desire to reach out and hug her.
Zhan Beijue took a few steps back, let out a sigh, and turned to leave.
A moment later, the broad-shouldered and strong Engineer Tian rushed in and carried Jiang Nanfang out.
The road back was still difficult, and coupled with Zhan Beijue's displeased expression and the pervasive low pressure, and his unwillingness to communicate with anyone, the journey felt even more arduous.
By the time they reached the county hospital, it was only past eight o'clock in the evening, but everyone felt as if they had endured half a century.
The legend of President Zhan's cold and iron-blooded demeanor was not without reason. They had thought that with him personally picking them up today, they might be able to get closer to him…
Never mind. Accompanying a ruler is like accompanying a tiger. It's good to be a distant and powerful technician of the electrical company.
Surrounded by so many men who cared about her, and with doctors at the hospital, Zhan Beijue was no longer needed at all, so he didn't even bother to get out of the car.
He held the steering wheel with one hand and handed a sub-card to Engineer Li in the passenger seat with the other.