Lin quang  living a life of misery and suppression buys a mobile which will change his life for good

Song Beibei opened the red packet eagerly.

In the next second, her face darkened. "Boss Gu, do you know you're being a hooligan? "

Gu Yanqing had actually sent her a red packet of one cent!

Gu Yanqing said plainly, "do you lack money? "

"No! "

"Then it's fine. "

He was really UNROMANTIC. Even if he had sent her a red packet of 5.21 or 13.14, she would still be happy.

Song Beibei snorted. "Gu Yanqing, you'll lose me easily like this. Let me tell you! "

After a while, Song Beibei received another message.

This time, it wasn't a red packet, but a transfer.

Seeing the amount on it, Song Beibei was shocked again.

Ten million, ten million. Gu Yanqing transferred fifty thousand over.

Gu Yanqing's voice came from the other end of the phone, "did you receive the Red Packet? "

Song Beibei was speechless. Who would send fifty thousand red packets? !

"Gu Yanqing, what are you doing? "

Gu Yanqing's voice seemed to be a little confused, "This wechat system isn't working. It can only transfer fifty thousand at most, it's too little. "

How much more did he want to transfer.

It seemed like he was currently researching Wechat's transfer system?

Song Beibei said, "boss Gu, you're too polite! You're not allowed to send anymore! "

Gu Yanqing seemed to be quite dissatisfied. "Boss Gu? "

Song Beibei thought for a while, and suddenly her voice softened. She smiled and deliberately said in a voice that gave her goosebumps, "good husband, it's getting late. Rest early. "

Gu Yanqing was in a good mood. "Go to bed early. You're not allowed to play with your phone anymore. Turn off your phone. I'll call to check in ten minutes. "

Song Beibei cursed this man in her heart that he was still as dictatorial and domineering as before, but she still obediently agreed.

After hanging up, Song Beibei looked at the wechat chat box and looked at the 50,000 yuan that had been transferred over. She didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

The next morning, she was woken up by a wave of chaos.

She could only hear the noise outside.

After opening the door, she realized that the corridor of the hotel was filled with people.

At the end of the crowd was the room of the general manager of the Public Relations Department at the Peishan Group. He was also the person in charge of the Yinchuan incident.

Song Beibei had no idea what was going on.

She had yet to react.

Another group of security guards came to the corridor.

With great difficulty, they blocked the door and surrounded the city with a wall of human flesh.

After a while, the door finally opened.

Manager Wan appeared at the door.

Song Beibei could see that the crowd was furious. The person in the lead had a Chinese translator.

After listening for a while, Song Beibei finally understood that these people were the residents of Yinchuan town.

Some people had experienced the fire yesterday.

Now, the Japanese media had also exposed it. The cause of the fire was unknown, but they had made some malicious conjectures.

The Japanese media had publicly reported that it was most likely the work of the Peishan group.

Their motive was clear.

After the instigation, the people of the town, who had already calmed down, were even more agitated than when they had demonstrated yesterday.

The moment manager Wan opened the door, before he could speak, the things in those people's hands were all thrown over.

As for the things that were thrown over, they were all in a mess. Stones, eggs, rotten vegetables, and so on.

Even though they were separated by a human wall formed by a group of security guards, they were still unable to stop the riot of these people.

The door to manager Wan's room was slammed shut the next second.

The scene was chaotic.

Song Beibei didn't know when, but she had already been squeezed into the crowd.

She wanted to return to her room, but she was blocked by the stream of people.

Song Beibei had no choice. The stream of people was moving forward, so she could only follow this force and walk forward.

The crowd became more and more chaotic, and even the old and weak people were pushed down.

If this continued, there might be a stampede.

After squeezing to the door with great difficulty, Song Beibei shouted, "everyone, be quiet for a moment! "

The crowd was silent for a few seconds.

Song Beibei said, "everyone, be quiet. If there's anything we need to say, we can discuss it properly. Regarding yesterday's matter, we will definitely give everyone an explanation and bear all the responsibility... "

Before Song Beibei could finish, the crowd became restless again.

Moreover, everyone was whispering to each other, and no one knew what they were talking about.

Only then did song Beibei realize that she was speaking in Chinese, and the people here couldn't understand her.

However, the Chinese translator had already disappeared.

The people below were getting more and more agitated.

They even began to throw things at Song Beibei.

At this moment, another figure appeared beside Song Beibei, protecting her small body behind her.

It was he Yucheng.

Song Beibei didn't know when he Yucheng appeared.

But he used his body to block her and then said something in Japanese.

Song Beibei suddenly remembered.

He Yucheng knew Japanese.

When he was in university, he Yucheng had a roommate who was Japanese.

At that time, he had a sudden impulse to learn Japanese from his roommate. In four months, he could argue with his Japanese roommate in class about the impact of Brexit on the international financial market.

Because of he Yucheng's words, the crowd suddenly quieted down.

A few people recognized that they were the two people who rushed into the sea of fire last night to save people.

Everyone's attitude suddenly changed and gradually seemed to calm down.

A representative was sent out from the crowd.

He Yucheng calmly negotiated with that person.

Anyway, Song Beibei did not understand what they were talking about.

But after about ten minutes, the negotiator waved his hand, and the crowd actually dispersed just like that.

Song Beibei felt that he Yucheng was simply too capable.

He was simply a legendary negotiation expert.

After the crowd dispersed, Song Beibei could not help but ask, "what exactly did you say to them? "

He Yucheng glanced at Song Beibei. "I just repeated what you said in Japanese, so the credit is yours. "

Song Beibei looked at him in disbelief.

But what happened next was surprisingly smooth-sailing.

The residents of Yinchuan town finally sent a representative to formally negotiate with the Peishan Corporation.

Actually, it was not difficult to resolve this riot.

Many of the reasons were actually the Japanese media's interference.

In addition, the Peishan group only made a verbal promise to these people to leave or stay.

But now, the Peishan group promised to sign a contract with every resident of Yinchuan town.

In Black and white, when signing the contract, they also asked the media to report publicly.

And promised that they would never drive out any residents of the town, and in the future, they had the priority to enter Yinchuan resort to work.

And, this time, the Peishan group took full responsibility for the fire.

Although the fire was very big, only one person was slightly injured, which was considered a blessing in disguise.

Manager Wan of the Peishan group personally went to the hospital to visit the injured person and gave a huge compensation.

Song Beibei and he Yucheng also followed.

The injured woman immediately recognized Song Beibei and he Yucheng as the benefactors who saved her and her daughter.

They openly talked about this matter in front of the Japanese media.

On the other hand, Song Beibei and he Yucheng were quite embarrassed. They were embarrassed in front of the camera, but it seemed very real.

Everything was reported positively.

Within a day, they received unexpected results.

Because of the heroic rescue of Song Beibei and he Yucheng, many Japanese people respected them.

Some hackers even announced the Japanese media's plan to smear Yinchuan resort.

It was the work of some anti-chinese extremists.

The fire incident was reported as an accident. Although this accident caused Yinchuan resort's plan to suffer losses.

But it was a blessing in disguise.

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[ Introduction ]

Song Beibei had said the most since she was young, "Gu Yanqing, I have a generation gap with you. "


In Song Beibei's eyes, Gu Yanqing was a shameless old man who still knew how to act like a hooligan. He relied on the fact that he was much older than her, and whenever he was unhappy, he would call him an "old man" . Every time they quarreled, he would say three sentences: DIVORCE I have a generation gap with you.

Song Beibei had long known that Gu Yanqing had a woman in his heart, so in Song Beibei's eyes, all of Gu Yanqing's kindness and gentleness were feigned The most ruthless words she had ever said were, "Gu Yanqing, you're just a dog of our song family. "

Gu Yanqing was neither angry nor angry. He said faintly, "aren't young ladies of your age the most popular loyal dog husbands? "

This man He was too shameless!

The cargo ship was called "Onimaru." It would depart from San Francisco and enter the Pacific Ocean. Following the route with a latitude of 40.17.26 N and a longitude of 127.05.00 W, it would sail towards the southwest and was expected to reach Miyako, Japan, in three days' time.
The ship was mostly red in color, except its deck and living quarters, which were white. Its could be easily recognized by its oval-shaped front and squarish back.
"How many people are there on the ship?" Chen Fan asked in a deep tone.
"You, you are not really planning to hijack the ship, are you?" Nakagawa Emi was not stupid. From Chen Fan's reaction, she knew that she might have just asked a redundant question.
He really planned to hijack an ammunition ship?
She started suspecting that Chen Fan was either insane or a member of some terrorist organization. In any case, he could not be a normal person.
"Bingo. Completely correct. Your reward: a packet of Master Kong instant noodles!" Chen Fan extended his arm and snapped his fingers. It was only a civilian cargo ship. Hijacking it would be as easy as pie.
"About 50 people. There are over 20 people from the Navy. I... I advise you not to take that risk, because they will use rocket launchers to bomb all of you into pieces."
Nakagawa Emi swallowed anxiously. It was not that she was kind and wanted to remind a young man who was about to commit a crime of the consequences. Instead, she was afraid that Chen Fan would kill her in anger after his team got wiped out.
"You don't have to worry about that. Inferior human weapons such as rocket launchers can't injure my body." Chen Fan gave out a series of wicked laughs which made Nakagawa Emi even more frightened.
Let us not talk about which group of people Nakagawa Emi classified Chen Fan into in her heart. After he closed the door with a bang, he immediately returned to the stone tower and turned the computer on, searching the sea zones that the cargo ship would pass by and thinking about the most convenient place to hijack the ship.
The fact that it was a civilian cargo ship meant that the electric eel could do whatever it wanted without being detected. Chen Fan was not concerned about whether the Japanese military would really investigate the reasons for the shipwreck. Anyway, even if the most imaginative 10,000 people in Japan were gathered and pondered until their brains started boiling, they would never guess that Chen Fan was behind everything.
After some research, Chen Fan decided on the location: the Japan trench, located in the sea lanes east of Japan.
The trench was 890 kilometers long, 100 kilometers wide and had an average depth of 6000 meters. The deepest part was at the southeast, past the Izu Islands, with a depth of 10,300 meters. Furthermore, cargo ships would definitely need to pass the place. If Chen Fan carried out his plan at that location, the ship would sink into the trench and the Japanese military would be unable to even find a way to lift the wreckage.
After choosing the location, all that was left was to send the electric eel there and wait for the ship to arrive. As for the tools, Chen Fan chose a spear made from titanium alloy. He only had to pierce a few holes in the bottom of the ship.
At 9am the next day, Chen Fan woke up and rolled the eagle egg in the incubator one turn. After that, he started to control the electric eel, which took the spear and swam towards the Japanese sea lanes.
The electric eel's speed had already reached 270 nautical miles per hour. After swimming continuously for three hours, it reached the trench 150 nautical miles away from Miyako.
It was still a day and a half from the time Nakagawa Emi told Chen Fan. He decided to follow the ship's route to find the red cargo ship first, and then calculate the exact position above the trench where it would arrive. Otherwise, since the sea was so huge, after the cargo ship reached the Japanese sea lanes, the electric eel might not even be able to find it.
The ship's speed was 25 nautical miles per hour, so in a day and a half it would travel 800 to 1,000 nautical miles. If the electric eel swam around this distance, it should be able to find the ship.
Japan was a long and narrow country surrounded by sea. Just by looking at its resources, it was even worse than North Korea, which was already extremely poor. This meant that its maritime industry was very developed. By the time the electric eel swam for 800 nautical miles, it had already encountered 43 ships of over 10,000 tons. Among them, seven were painted red but they were all oil tankers and bulk carriers, and none were a car carrier.
Estimating that it was about time, the electric eel simply swam back and forth along a line 50 nautical miles long.
This time, the electric eel was very lucky. By the time it swam for just two rounds, a huge red ship with no lifting devices on its deck sailed towards it.
The result, of course, was surprisingly delightful. The word "Onimaru" was painted on the front of the ship. When the electric eel moved closer, it noticed three men standing near the bow, each holding a Howa Type 89 Assault Rifle.
The three burly men were wearing black jackets and each had a stone-like expression. One was standing on the bow and the other two were at the sides of the ship, all standing still. Although the sea was totally calm and there were no other ships around, their index fingers were still held near the rifles' triggers. They had probably been soldiers for so long that such habits remained.
After confirming the target, Chen Fan pulled back his consciousness from the electric eel and quickly calculated the time the ship would reach the trench. Opening the satellite map, he drew out the ship's course.
When all that had been settled, Chen Fan controlled the electric eel again and swam towards the trench. He wanted to find the deepest possible place where he would attack the ship and make it sink.
The Japan trench was about 100 kilometers wide, and the closer one moved to the center, the deeper it was. After the electric eel reached the underwater cliff, it took a few deep breaths and dove abruptly into the center.
The trench was between the Pacific Plate and the Eurasian Plate. Probably due to frequent earthquakes, Chen Fan realized that there were huge fissures of varying depths everywhere. The largest one he saw was two kilometers wide, with many coral reefs and fish inside.
Scanning its surroundings briefly, the electric eel swam away for some distance only to return again and enter the fissure.
Just now he looked around in haste and did not bother about a long protrusion beside the fissure. When he thought about it again, it was obvious that the protrusion was the outline of a ship—a ship completely covered by sea sediment from at least a hundred years ago. It was very likely there would be some treasure inside!
Using its paws to remove the silt, the electric eel saw a double-decked wooden boat 40 meters long and eight meters wide.
The boat's mast was broken and nowhere to be found, and its bow was also destroyed in the crash, exposing at least a dozen wooden boxes inside.
These wooden boxes were one meter in length and 50 centimeters in width and height. It was obvious from the coarse patterns carved on the outside of the boxes that their contents were special.
From its style, it was not clear which country the boat was from. The electric eel used its paws and broke the already damaged wooden boat into pieces, only to realize that more such wooden boxes with patterns were in the boat's tail.
After counting, Chen Fan discovered there were 43 such boxes.
Without hesitation, the electric eel took a box and was prepared to open it. What was actually inside?


Because of an accident, Chen Fan obtained the power to possess an electric eel!
Of course, being an ambitious guy, Chen Fan just HAD to explore his Electric Eel Avatar thoroughly!
Captains, are the Somali pirates still giving you a headache? Come and hire me online, and I will guarantee that your ship will be even safer than protected by an American aircraft carrier!

One of Hao Bei's legs was held suspended in the air. She lay on the hospital bed, flat on her back while she went through her phone.
Having the wounded limb at a higher elevation than the heart could potentially reduce the occurrence of edema. That was why many patients with mild burns were often hospitalized for further observation. Hospital Director Zhou had proposed to install a bed in Chief Hao's home to make it easy to facilitate Hao Bei's recuperation process. However, her proposal had been turned down by Chief Hao.
As a result, Hao Bei was able to comfortably stay in the Emergency Department of Yun Hua Hospital, even as she posted a great number of selfies on her Qzone page.
Her posts stood out among many others, as more viewers started mingling around her status.
[I have laid eyes upon the most handsome doctor in Yun Hua. He is definitely the most handsome one there is.]
[Prince Charming is so beautiful that my tears have fled from my eyes.]
[A blessing in disguise, I encountered a handsome man, and hence, I am happy.]
After she was done showing off, Hao Bei no longer felt pain in her leg. She changed into another pose and stared at the treatment room pitifully. She asked the young nurse beside her, "Sister, when is Doctor Ling coming over?"
The young nurse was not particularly fond of Hao Bei. She tried her best to remain civil and said, "Doctor Ling won't be coming over here."
"Why?" Hao Bei suddenly straightened her back for a brief moment before she fell back down on the bed.
"Doctor Ling normally remains in the operating theater."
"Then… when does he leave?"
"He doesn't." The young nurse packed up her stuff. She was getting ready to leave.
"Uhm, uhm…" Hao Bei called out twice and reached out for the nurse's arm. She said, "He will eventually come out, right? When is he having his meal? Where is he having his meal?"
"Doctor Ling doesn't come out to have his meals." The young nurse shot a glance at Hao Bei. Her mood seemed to lift ever so slightly as she said, "Doctor Ling will just have his meals in the Operating Area."
Hao Bei pouted and said, "I want him to change my dressing."
"Then I shall go ahead and ask." The young nurse did not directly reject Hao Bei's request, nor did she give Hao Bei any affirmation.
Hao Bei felt helpless. She muttered to herself. "How many operations are there for him to perform, huh? Patients like us in the emergency room are also very important."
As she said that, the little girl beside her bed could not help herself but begin nodding her head madly.
The young nurse tilted her head. She said sternly, "Doctor Ling would never run out of operations to perform. Forget about coming out to change your dressing. His meals are as scarce as anything. He truly has a hard time."
"He really has that many operations?" Hao Bei and her family worked in the healthcare system. She also knew many things about doctors and hospitals. She was dubious about the young nurse's words.
If they were willing to, a hospital like Yun Hua Hospital would never run out of operations to perform. It was indeed hard for the doctors. But if it was necessary, the hospital also had the means to limit the number of operations.
The young nurse nodded her head gravely and said, "Doctor Ling has a very hard time, especially when there are a lot of patients for him. In other hospitals, the patients would have been required to undergo amputations. Only Doctor Ling is capable of performing the operations… Now, Doctor Ling has to operate from morning till night. He has to perform at least six to seven operations every day."
Hao Bei, who understood how hospitals worked, was shocked. "Performing six to seven operations every day? That would be exhausting, right?"
"That's right." the young nurse pouted and said, "He operates for over twelve to thirteen hours every day. He will sometimes come out to perform ward rounds…"
When the nurse realized that she had spoken too much, Hao Bei had already caught on the main point and repeated her words, "I see, Doctor Ling does come out for ward rounds."
The young nurse did intend to continue chatting with her. She stomped away.
Hao Bei smiled. She hugged her phone and sank back into her daydreams.
…..
Just as the young nurse said, Ling Ran's daily number of operations had increased, and he now performed six surgeries per day. She was wrong about how Ling Ran would be exhausted. He did not for one moment believe that his situation was tough.
What was so tough about staying in the operating theater?
The temperature in the operating theater was constant all year long. Even a change in the temperature of more than two degrees was not permissible. With the ventilation system that went through the entire floor, not only was there not even the slightest scent of medicine in the air, it also prevented people in the building from getting into contact with the haze in the city.
Even though the operating theater's shower room, washroom, canteen, waiting room, and the other rooms were far from being fancy, they were all clean, regularly and routinely cared for. The floor could allow more than ten doctors and nurses to live in relative comfort. Most of the time, only a few people were in the operating theater of the Emergency Department.
Lu Wenbin would also bring in some vegetables and meats that had been stewed in soy sauce and garnished with spices from time to time. His skillset had been rather extensively upgraded. Not only did he have to make traditional pork legs, pork shoulders, chicken feet, duck wings, chicken wings and many more, he also had to make a pot of stew soup which was used to beef stew, mutton, beef tripe, goat tripe, and many other types of food. Occasionally, he would also have the chance to add in chicken feet or duck wings into the stew, giving each dish a unique taste.
This living environment and this perfect, smooth-flowing life that called for no unnecessary exertion was one so good, that Ling Ran would not leave the Operating Area, if not for the treasure chests provided by Sincere Gratitude.
Performing surgeries was barely a chore for Ling Ran.
Back when he was in school, he would sometimes remain in the dissection room in the middle of the night to accompany the cadavers[1], forever honing his skills. Now that he had a bunch of people accompanying him, he would acquire Sincere Gratitude rather frequently. Ling Ran simply could not find any reason for him to be unhappy about this situation.
Ling Ran had slowly figured out the technique when it came to performing ward rounds.
If he performed his ward rounds from eight o'clock in the morning to noon and another from two o'clock to six o'clock in the afternoon, the rate of him acquiring Sincere Gratitude also rose a little. It was also a taboo to perform ward rounds before he operated, especially at three to four in the morning. If Ling Ran were to perform ward rounds during that period of time, the rate of him acquiring Sincere Gratitude would almost be zero.
Having adopted this schedule, Ling Ran worked for more than ten hours every day. On average, he was able to acquire two Basic Treasure Chests every day. It did not take long for him to open twenty treasure chests in bulk.
He had obtained nineteen bottles of Energy Serums and one Single Skill Book: Incision (Specialist Level Pencil Grip Style).
As Ling Ran had already acquired the Specialist Level Fiddle Bow Hold, his skills in incision were already sufficient for him to use—under the circumstance where a new skill was not required. With the addition of the Specialist Level Pencil Grip Style, he had more room for liberties with his method of incisions now, but there would be no change at all to the essence of the incision itself.
Instead, the dozens of surgeries Ling Ran had recently performed allowed Ling Ran to gain a deeper understanding of surgeries.
When he had performed flexor tendon sutures for over two hundred cases, even Ling Ran, who already acquired the Master Level M-Tang Technique, could feel the improvement.
To be more precise, he had attained a new level of mastery.
With the addition of two hundred surgeries on top of the three thousand upper limb dissections, it was difficult not to learn anything new. One could also develop new philosophies about the M-Tang technique, a fixed technique, after performing it over two hundred times. The Specialist Level Physical Examination could be used to analyze the patient before surgery. The Master Level MRI Analysis allowed him to understand the patient more after the fact…
The Microscopic Perineurium Anastomosis Skill, which was at Master Level, increased the number of patients for Ling Ran by a large margin. After seventy to eighty uses of it, it became his second nature.
In other words, Ling Ran knew the human hand like the back of his own hand.
"System, system, what is the ranking of my M-Tang technique?" When the clock hit six in the evening, Ling Ran completed his surgeries for the day.
As usual, he stood in front of the window and started updating himself.
"The standard of the M-Tang technique which you mastered is ranked number one in Yun Hua City, number one in Changxi Province, number seventy-eight in China. You will move one rank up after you perform another two hundred to three hundred surgeries using the M-Tang technique correctly," the system answered, just like how it did for the past few days.
Ling Ran knew all too well that practice brought him closer to perfection. But the path to perfection was a very steep hill.
Ling Ran was not one bit anxious.
Back when he was at Yun Hua Medical Institute, he was not the most talented medical student. At best, he was only known to be ranked among the top three.
In Ling Ran's mind, he had to be down-to-earth, study diligently and practice many times to surpass his cohorts.
His current progress had already exceeded his imagination, but Ling Ran would not change his way of doing things because of this shortcut.
"Doctor Ling." Hao Bei carried two cups of milk tea and walked over swiftly.
She had also changed into scrubs, and it fit her very well. To fulfil Hao Bei's request, the operating theater had put some effort into preparing her scrub.
"I don't feel like drinking milk tea today," Ling Ran answered bluntly.
Hao Bei's smile stiffened. "Didn't you say that milk tea was delicious?"
"I was thirsty yesterday." Ling Ran took out his phone as he spoke. After giving a red packet to Hao Bei, he said, "Since you've bought it and brought it over, just leave it here."
"You're not even drinking it. So why are you giving me a red packet?"
A faint smile appeared on Hao Bei's face as she passed the milk tea to Ling Ran.
She thought quietly to herself. 'Doctor Ling is such a softie.'
"Su Mengxue's the one who helped us buy our lunch. Returning her good gesture with a cup of milk tea should be reasonable, right?" Ling Ran said as if he was asking her a question.
Su Mengxue's image instantly appeared in Hao Bei's head. Her eyes were cuter than hers. Her chest was larger than hers. Her legs were longer than hers…
Hao Bei reached out and tried to grab the milk tea so that she could violently smash it against the wall…
Ling Ran evaded her hand with a swing of his arm. He looked at Hao Bei in confusion.
Hao Bei gazed at Ling Ran's face. She felt drained instantly. She blushed slightly as she said, "I bought it for you."
"And I have received it."
"That's not what I meant." The high school student Hao Bei did not know how to handle the situation before her eyes.
Ling Ran seemed even more confused.
He had never tried to conceal his confusion. For the past ten or so years, girls surrounding him would do puzzling things. But whenever he asked them, the girls would normally give him a reasonable explanation.
Hao Bei's face turned completely red. Then, just as expected, she started explaining while stuttering, "I'm actually here to give you some enemy intel."
"Enemy intel?"
Hao Bei nodded her head hard and said, "Department Associate Director Pan is about to complete his in-service training. According to rumors, there will be another Japanese PhD holder flying in with him to work at Yun Hua Hospital. Department Associate Director Pan and you are doctors who use the M-Tang technique. The two of you are rivals, right? I can help you…"
Ling Ran started laughing. "The number of patients in this hospital who require M-Tang technique is far more than we can chew on. We're not competing against each other."
"Department Associate Director Pan is an associate chief physician, and you're just an intern. If there's a choice, the patients will definitely choose an associate chief physician instead of an intern, right?"
"Our current pool of patients is huge. When Department Associate Director Pan can't complete all of the surgeries, he will pass the remaining ones to me. Even so, we're incapable of completing all of them. Some of the patients are even referred to the other provinces or sent for amputation." Ling Ran spoke a little more than usual, this being a topic of interest. He also said, "Currently, some patients require amputation every day. So it should be a good thing that Department Associate Director Pan is returning from his in-service training."
He had not known about this before, but ever since Ling Ran had acquired the surgical method called perineurium anastomosis, a great number of patients had swarmed towards him, wanting him to attend to them, and it was one of the few times he actually found himself overwhelmed.
However, Hao Bei had sought advice from others before that. She knew what exactly would catch Ling Ran's attention. So she asked again, "How about having another Japanese PhD holder coming along? He is definitely performing the M-Tang technique as well, right?"
And so, Ling Ran began calculating quietly in his mind.
The Japanese PhD holder should not be as formidable as Shiro Hashimoto. However, he should still have the efficiency to operate on one finger, in every one hour on average. If that was the case, a mere Japanese PhD holder should only be capable of causing Ling Ran and the others to lose eighteen operable fingers every day on average…
No, it was more than that.
The Japanese have always been known to be workaholics. Anyone would know just by watching Japanese Dramas. They were running around, even when they were not working. Based from that, an additional Japanese Professor could possibly cost Ling Ran and the others twenty operable fingers every day…
No, it was even more than that.
Since this was a PhD holder, and he was also a PhD holder of the famous Keio University Hospital, that man could possibly operate at an efficiency that surpassed the standard rate of one finger per hour. Perhaps he only needed forty-five minutes or even forty minutes to complete an operation on one finger. It was not entirely impossible for him to complete operating on one finger under thirty minutes.
Based on that, one Japanese Professor PhD holder could potentially cause Ling Ran and the others to lose forty operable fingers every day…
If Department Associate Director Pan brought in another team to perform surgeries for more than ten hours, he could complete twenty or even thirty cases of finger suturing which involved flexor tendon injuries with ease…
Regardless of how vast the pool of patients was for Yun Hua Hospital, there would never be sixty to seventy fingers suffering from flexor tendon injuries every single day.
In other words, if Department Associate Director Pan got in Ling Ran's way, Ling Ran would end up operating on nothing for one or two days of each week. The remaining four to five days would hardly be much of an improvement.
"I understand now. It's too late right now. From tomorrow onwards, I'll increase the number of surgeries. We shall perform surgeries on as many people as we can."
Ling Ran was speaking to Lu Wenbin through the phone as he added on, "Call Ma Yanlin as well. We'll start performing surgeries at three in the morning. We will also add another one to two hours to our shifts. We shall make those decisions based on the conditions of the patients on the day itself. Also, I might have to let you handle the suturing the wounds."
When Lu Wenbin heard the first half, he was initially filled with such despair that he could not breathe, but when he heard the second half, he could suddenly breathe again.


Ling Ran, a med school senior, begins to see the world like a game UI. He uses it to pave his way towards graduation, a residency, becoming the greatest doctor in the world... And finally getting a Transformer from his newbie packs? Maybe. We don't know yet.

Milk Tea said humbly, "It's not only my doing. As Beef Ball played with Noodle daily, he started to imitate him."
Fish Ball said telepathically to Beef Ball, "Son, learn the skills but don't learn how Noodle eats curry."
"What? Fish Ball's here too?" Zhao Xue's voice rang from the Dimension Portal. She was in a singlet, shorts, and slippers and greeted Fish Ball as she went towards the cafe cashier counter.
Ning Ning said immediately, "Zhao Xue! What are you doing?"
Zhao Xue took out the cash drawer from the counter and frowned. "Taking money. I used up my pocket money so I came here to get some."
Ning Ning drummed up her courage and stood in front of Zhao Xue. "No! This is the cafe's money!"
"It's alright, I'm Zhao… I'm the boss' sister. It's alright to take some money." Zhao Xue smiled merrily as she shoved Ning Ning aside and took out the drawer. Then she pocketed all the money.
Matcha rolled his eyes. "Zhao Xue… has become the decadent spendthrift of her family." 
"Huh?" Zhao Xue's ears quivered and turned her head over as she glared at Matcha. "Do you have an opinion on the taking of my family's money?" 
Matcha shook his head like a runaway rattle-drum. "No opinion, I have no opinion. Zhao Yao hid some money under the table rests. You may take them too."
"You are obedient Matcha." Zhao Xue took away all the cash in the cafe and Ning Ning hugged Zhao Xue's leg as she said, "No! I'll be scolded by my boss! You can't take the money!"
A yawn was heard from the reclining chair. Zhao Xue became fearful. "Brother's awake?" She flashed and bolted towards the Dimension Portal.
As she was about to enter, she discovered that the portal vanished.
She turned her head and looked in embarrassment at Zhao Yao. "Brother…"
Matcha thought, "I said a lot of things in Zhao Yao's ears but he wouldn't wake up. When the money's missing, he wakes up immediately. Money's indeed important to him."
Zhao Yao looked at Zhao Xue and extended his palm. "Surrender the money."
Zhao Xue smiled foolishly. "Ah? What?"
"Surender the money." Zhao Yao flashed and activated Time Freeze to get back the money.
Seeing Zhao Yao put back the money into the drawer, Zhao Xue hugged Zhao Yao's leg and pleaded, "Brother! I've no money! I've no money for dinner! Please pity your sister!"
"Tsk." Zhao Yao looked in disdain at his sister. "Want to earn some money? Work in my cafe."
Zhao Xue felt a shiver running down her spine and she backed off ten meters. "I don't want to work for you. Only a fool will work for you!"
Ning Ning was speechless again.
Zhao Xue rolled her eyeballs and said, "How about this? Lend me the money. Once I make money, I'll repay you."
Zhao Yao looked disinterested as he lay on the chair and said, "I'm not lending you any money."
"D*mn." Zhao Xue turned her head and thought, "He has so much money but is unwilling to give a little to his sister. What a miser." 
Seeing Ning Ning gloating over her misfortune, Zhao Xue said, "What're you smiling about? He's unwilling to lend money to his sister, do you think he'll give you a raise? He'll squeeze you dry."
Ning Ning was speechless again.
Zhao Yao stroked his chin and said reluctantly, "Zhao Xue, what are you going to do next?"
Zhao Xue said, "I intend to go eat a Japanese buffet after taking the money. Are you treating me?"
Zhao Yao frowned as Zhao Xue said, "Yes, the air cleaning machine at Cat Island's broken and the filter has to be changed. The milk tea in the fridge had to be replenished…"
Zhao Xue spoke as she carried Elizabeth and cuddled her.
"What a sister." Zhao Yao's eyelids jumped as he said, "Aren't you 25 years old? Isn't time to work and contribute to the family?"
"Work…" Zhao Xue caressed the belly of Elizabeth as she struggled to free herself. Zhao Xue pinched Elizabeth and she showed the whites of her eyes as she convulsed and lay in Zhao Xue's arms, unable to stop Zhao Xue from caressing her belly. 
Zhao Xue pondered and said, "Actually, I have work."
"Oh? What's the work?" Everyone looked astonished at Zhao Xue who was drinking milk tea and playing computer games all day at home.
"I'm the National Security Special Assistant," Zhao Xue said proudly, "My workplace is my home. My work is to stay at home, do nothing and receive twenty thousand dollars of salary."
Zhao Yao said, "That's not work. They are giving me face by taking care of you! You are a grown up and still idling at home. Go out and find work to support yourself."
Zhao Xue sighed reluctantly and buried her head in Elizabeth's stomach. 
"Boss, is Zhao Xue here?" Bai Quan walked out from the Dimension Portal and smiled as he greeted everyone.
Zhao Yao said in surprise, "Bai Quan? Why are you here? Isn't Cat Wonderland Street busy?"
"We're here too!" Dust Ball, Red Packet, Cannon walked out of the portal. Red Packet and Cannon picked up the catmint and put it in front of Zhao Yao.
"Zhao Yao! Happy Birthday!"
Zhao Yao was astonished as he glanced at the cats. "I almost forgot…" He had been working day and night in Closers World and time was accelerated. He forgot about the dates in the material realm.
Matcha ran out and gave a wallet to Zhao Yao. "Happy Birthday Zhao Yao! I got everyone to prepare this surprise for you!" He knew that Zhao Yao loved money and got a wallet for him.
Latte ran over and gave some hell notes to Zhao Yao. "Zhao Yao! Matcha told me you love money! I went to Taobao and bought lots of hell notes for you!"
Matcha slapped Latte's head in fury. "Silly cat!"
"I'm not silly! My IQ's 90!"
Zhao Yao laughed heartily as he picked up Latte and caressed his head. "Silly boy, you're as silly as your dad when he was small."
"Zhao Yao! Happy Birthday!" Fish Ball held a furry cat doll and walked forward. "This doll was made using my son's shed fur."
Zhao Xue smiled merrily as she took out a long black pantyhose. "A pantyhose from a beautiful girl for your birthday gift."
"Get lost." Zhao Yao knocked his head on Zhao Xue's head and she covered her face as she groaned in agony.
All the cats on Cat Island arrived. Xiao Yu, Xiao Ming, Black Panther and Uncle Ho came to congratulate Zhao Yao on his birthday. The cafe became crowded but cosy.
Outside the cafe, Sun Jian brought a few burly guys and pointed at the cafe. He said to a fat guy and said, "Brother Shen, that's the cafe. Their boss should be an apostle."
"Apostle?" The fat guy smiled coldly. "Aren't we apostles too?"


"Let go of that kitty cat!"

A shooting star whizzed through the sky, causing countless super powers to appear on Earth.

However, the main characters that awaken during this phenomenon aren't humans, but cats...

During this event, this same thought appeared in the minds of countless cats: "Am I a god?"

Zhao Yao, an ordinary human, is the only person that can control these super cats.

Zhao Yao: "Am I a god?"

………………

TL's Intro：

Zhao Yao, the protagonist of the story, is the most ordinary man you could possibly imagine. Since graduating from college, he had been engulfed by his bureaucratic workplace and its toxic environment. To make things worse, he has neither a car, money nor a girlfriend. The only silver lining was his fat and lazy cat, Matcha, which provided a semblance of company and friendship.

However, things were about to change drastically for Zhao Yao and Matcha. One shooting star will transform their lives into anything but ordinary.

The three of them had long since left the wooden deck, leaving Yukio alone with a cup of strong coffee he made for himself after declining to join them for a walk around the island.
Above him he saw a blue sky dotted with small clouds yielding to a sun burning surprisingly strongly despite modest temperatures.
He wanted this moment alone. In difference from Urufu Yukio planned to put a stop to a dirty habit rather than have a healthier life sprung on him. One of his pockets held a packet of cigarettes. There were only two left – he had counted them this morning. Buying more offered no problems, but Yukio decided to give his body a heads up before he was subjected to Japanese strict laws about minors and smoking.
There was another thing as well, or rather several small ones. Stories, some fun and some just insane, brought back memories from their last trimester as second years. Two months filled with shenanigans came as a welcome respite after the hell Kareyoshi put them through. That still didn't mean he only had fond memories of that winter and early spring.
Yukio pulled out the package and put flame to a cigarette he expertly fished out with his lips. He'd smoke them both back to back just to remind himself just how superbly bad a habit he'd picked up during his university years.
'Urufu, you used to burn through a full packet of this shit daily, didn't you?' Yukio didn't even want to think about what that did to your body after a few decades. He felt guilty about his own two lasting a week. They dug a hole in both lungs and wallet despite being far less dangerous to the former since some ten years. Pricing became prohibitive though. Eight packets a month was over five percent of his income.
'So, there was one more thing, he pondered.' His and Kyoko's birthdays, but something else as well. 'Ah, yes. It all dragged out. That's why I didn't remember.'
He quickly finished, first one and then the last cigarette. Coffee accompanied them while he tried to recall in what order everything had happened, or if that even mattered.

If you were transported from this world to another almost identical.

If you were transported from your life to your teenage self.

If you had to restart your life again.

Would you, or would you cling to your memories?


Tags: Japan, Sweden, Tokyo, comedy, drama, high school, Academy, Slice of Life, romcom

This is a Japanese manga/anime -style slice of life high school romance with a splash of sci-fi. In this kind of romance friendship plays a big role compared to your standard western romance. Ensemble cast, so if you only want one main character this is not for you.

Mother would never take that sum of money back. Zhuang Nainai could buy herself one year's worth of snacks with it.
As she thought of this, her heart wrenched slightly.
She thought about how, every time she asked Mother for a red packet, Mother would always be smiling.
Every mother is probably like this. Although they complain about their children, they would still spend money on their children ever so willingly and gladly.
She looked down. Just as she was in a daze, another red packet suddenly appeared in front of her eyes.
Taken aback, Zhuang Nainai looked up, only to see Ding Mengya looking at her with a tinge of carefulness in her gaze. She also said cautiously, "This is… for the children."
As Zhuang Nainai stared at the red packet, she was stunned.
She was reminded of Mother Zhuang, so she did not accept the red packet immediately.
The atmosphere in the room became tensed suddenly.
While Zhuang Nainai was still recollecting her memories and unable to snap back to reality, another hand appeared in front of her. Si Zhengting took the red packet. "I have to take a look at how much you have given your grandson and granddaughter."
Before even opening the red packet, Si Zhengting frowned. "Madam Ding, do you care to explain why the sum of money in this red packet is twice of mine and Sister's?"
With furrowed brows, he stared at Ding Mengya as if he was very vexed.
However, seeing him like this made Zhuang Nainai feel like he was a child asking for a sweet.
Ding Mengya couldn't help but burst out laughing. "Because there are two children in Nainai's womb!"
Si Zhengting raised his brows and did not say anything anymore. Instead, he turned to look at Zhuang Nainai.
He had taken the red packet because he had to act as the mediator between Zhuang Nainai and Ding Mengya.
At the moment, Zhuang Nainai did not want to accept the red packet, so he just kept it on behalf of their children.
Just as Si Zhengting thought of this, Zhuang Nainai suddenly reached out and snatched the red packet from his hand. She even looked down with a smile and patted her bump. "Babies, you must remember that this Grandma is your biological Grandma~ The two of you already have a red packet before you guys are born~"
As soon as she said this, Ding Mengya's eyes welled up. She immediately turned her head over and turned back only after a while.
Zhuang Nainai glanced at Si Zhengting with a very materialistic gaze. "You already have so much. Why are you stealing our babies'? The babies' red packet is my red packet. I will keep it on behalf of them."
After saying this, she shoved the red packet into a big pocket of her pajamas.
She had just put the red packet inside her pocket when another red packet was handed toward her.
Taken aback, Zhuang Nainai looked up. Then, Ding Mengya said, "Nainai, this… is for you."
She sounded extremely cautious, yet there was still a tinge of anticipation in her voice.
When she said that the red packet was for the children, Si Zhengting could still take it to lighten the mood if Zhuang Nainai rejected it. At least, this Chinese New Year wouldn't become too awkward. However, that was only her way of testing the waters.
She only dared to give Zhuang Nainai this one after she accepted that.
If Zhuang Nainai hadn't accepted that one, she probably wouldn't have given her this.
Zhuang Nainai saw through Ding Mengya's plan instantly. She suddenly felt that she actually wasn't as carefree as she seemed. She was actually a very thoughtful person. If the incident five years ago did not happen, they would probably get along well, wouldn't they?
Taking in a deep breath, Zhuang Nainai knew that she shouldn't accept this red packet before she even knew whether Mother Zhuang was alive or safe or not. However, she could not do such a heartless thing, seeing the gaze coming from Ding Mengya and Si Zhengting. 


He's the heir of the Imperial Group, ruthless and calculating. Yet, he dotes on his wife so much. 

"Hubby, I'm thinking of getting a pet. What do you think is good?"

"You are the pet."

"…"

"Hubby, is a rose or peony prettier?"

"You are the prettiest."

"…"

Zhuang Nainai: …Can you say something constructive?

One day, someone asks him, "Why are you always the one bowing your head first when you quarrel with her?"

Si Zhengting: "Because I'm 185 cm, and she's 165 cm. When am I not the first to bow my head?"

In short, this is a black-bellied CEO who dotes on his wife in every way you could think of and tries his best to build a family after marriage by baking a little bun baby.
 


Reaching out, Xia Ning took her phone and tapped in her password. She was able to unlock it the normal way.
The more wrong passwords one typed in, the longer one had to wait to unlock the phone.
That was to say, Qiao Yu didn't unlock her phone, for she was confident that Qiao Yu didn't know the six-digit password.
After unlocking her phone, Xia Ning checked her browsing history and when she saw that it was still the way it was when she last used her phone, she was finally relieved.
She then got out of her bed, washed up, then got dressed, and went downstairs.
Because of the holiday, the house had been rearranged for the occasion. A large "Fortune" character had been put up at the center of the French window, which she didn't notice last night.
Enoch sat at the dining table, counting red packets with a big smile on his face. He didn't even notice when Xia Ning came down.
Xia Ning went up to him and smiled when she saw the red packets. "That's quite a lot."
Turning around, Enoch saw Xia Ning and smiled. "Mummy, Happy New Year!"
Xia Ning rubbed Enoch's head with a smile. "Happy New Year!"
Looking at Xia Ning, Enoch went quiet for a few seconds, then gave her his hand all of a sudden.
Seeing Enoch's hand, Xia Ning was baffled. "What? Do you want me to hold your hand?"
"Mummy, where's my red packet?" Enoch pouted. "Daddy and Grandma gave me theirs. I'm waiting for yours."
Red packet? Xia Ning searched her memory for past Chinese New Years. She did seem to recall that her dad used to give her and her mum red packets on the first morning of the new lunar year. But when she was abroad, she had no such habit and had never thought much of it.
"What are you two doing?" Gao Wanhua walked in and smiled when she saw the mother and son at the dining table.
Turning her head, Xia Ning saw Gao Wanhua and smiled. "Mum, Happy New Year!"
"Happy New Year!" Gao Wanhua took a red packet out of her pocket, then gave it to Xia Ning.
Seeing the red packet, a lightbulb went off in Xia Ning's head. The "Happy New Year" was supposed to be followed by a red packet. That was why Enoch extended his hand toward her so readily.
"Thank you, Mum!" Xia Ning said with a smile.
Gao Wanhua nodded, then turned to Enoch. "My dear grandson is so amazing! Look at all the red packets you've got there!"
"But Mummy didn't give me one," said Enoch with a pout. He looked at Xia Ning in disappointment.
Gao Wanhua glanced at Xia Ning, then recalled that the latter had grown up abroad. She understood right away and smiled at Enoch. "Mummy didn't forget your red packet, she just forgot to bring them downstairs. She then shot a glance at Xia Ning.
Xia Ning took the hint right away and chimed in. "That's right. I forgot to bring it here. I'll go fetch it for you now." After that, she headed back for the stairs, keeping her gaze ahead. Deep down, she felt sad. They were celebrating Chinese New Year together, but she acted like an outsider. If she had paid more attention, Enoch wouldn't have been upset today.
Once she was back in her room, Xia Ning found her handbag and took out her wallet, only to find very little cash inside. She took out a bank card, then put it in the red packet Gao Wanhua gave her just then.
When Xia Ning gave the red packet to Enoch, the boy smiled broadly, then reached out to hug Xia Ning.
Xia Ning picked him up and he kissed Xia Ning on the cheek. "Thank you, Mummy!"
Seeing the smile on Enoch's face, Xia Ning was relieved.
However, when Enoch sat back down and opened the red packet, he looked bewildered when he saw the card inside. After darting his eyes around, he pushed all his red packets in Xia Ning's direction. "Mummy, these red packets are all for you!"


Three years ago, President Qiao did not hesitate to sign the papers when Xia Ning placed the divorce papers in front of him.

Three years later, she is an up-and-coming star in show biz; watched by the public but knee-deep in scandals.

He is a resolute emperor in the business world; powerful and omnipotent.

Their paths were supposed to be separate and independent, but—

Standing at her door, the legendary ruthless and unyielding diamond bachelor asks for a remarriage. A cute bun appears from behind and gazes at Xia Ning with his big, starry eyes. "Mummy, Daddy will cook, I will warm the bed, please take us in."

The next day, Zhai Sheng saw Qiao Nan frowning again when she came. "Didn't I ask you to rest properly at home yesterday, why did you come again?"
"I, I, I'm alright now." Qiao Nan tiptoed on the ground as she took frequent peeps at her chair through the corner of her eyes.
Yesterday, her pants were in a mess, this chair… 
When she peeped at the chair, it seemed to be very clean. Qiao Nan secretly let out a sigh of relief. "Brother Zhai, you don't need to worry about me. I am alright. Perhaps it was because I took better care of my health this year. Brother Zhai, you're so caring. Sister Zhai is very fortunate." 
Brother Zhai knew so much, it must be because he took care of his own sister.
In the past, she heard from someone that a brother with a younger sister is the most gentle brother in the world, and a sister with a younger brother is definitely the most bad-tempered sister in the world. 
Sister Zhai had a younger brother like Brother Zhai who was so warm and caring, it was really a blessing for her. 
Zhai Sheng pursed the corners of his lips, then pulled out the chair beside him. "If you don't have anything else on, then sit here and read your books, don't waste time."
Qiao Nan's little face was rosy, Zhai Sheng could see for himself if she was really alright or pretending to be fine. 
After confirming that Qiao Nan was fine, of course, Zhai Sheng would not insist on making her leave.
Qiao Nan, who was just swearing that she was alright, felt her legs wobble at the sight of that chair.
The reason why she came to the Zhai family so early this morning was not to read books. She was so worried that she had stained the chair in the storeroom. That would have been embarrassing. So, she came early today and was prepared to clean the chair secretly if she had dirtied it.
When her embarrassment faded after a few days, she would then come to the Zhai family again to read.
Never did she expect that Brother Zhai was here so early.
"Why are you standing there in a daze, sit down." Seeing that Qiao Nan looking silly and not moving, Zhai Sheng frowned and chided her a little.
"Oh!" With Zhai Sheng's summon, Qiao Nan's mind was in a blurry state as she took a seat beside Zhai Sheng. She sat in the same posture as she did yesterday. 
Seeing that the two chairs were placed so close to each other, there was a flash of confusion in Qiao Nan's eyes.
If not for the fact that she knew that Brother Zhai was a decent and ethical man, if it were others, she would definitely say that the other party was deliberately taking advantage of her or playing dirty tricks. A boy and girl, from the age of seven, should not be seated together. There was no need for the two chairs to be placed so closely together. 
However, the person in front of Qiao Nan was Zhai Sheng, so she dispelled any such thoughts.
"It's the Lunar New Year's Eve today, let me say something." In a blink, the year is coming to an end. Tonight, the Qiao family had prepared a feast for dinner and Qiao Dongliang looked especially radiant. "Our family… " 
At the thought of money, Qiao Dongliang's expression changed, "Although we do not have much money left, as long as our family of four are healthy, and illness and disaster do not strike, these are the things that cannot be exchanged with wealth. So I wish everyone better health in the coming year, and wish Zijin and Nan Nan better grades in your studies!" 
Now, besides Qiao Nan, Qiao Zijin's academic performance also became more consistent. She was often ranked seventh or eighth in the class.
Of course, it would be the best if Qiao Zijin's grades could improve further, otherwise, as long as she continued to maintain them, Qiao Dongliang was also very satisfied.
Although he did not have a son, but his two daughters were so capable and were a hundred times stronger than the son of many other families. This made Qiao Dongliang feel very contented. "Zijin, Nan Nan, here's a red packet for you, keep it and spend them slowly."
Qiao Dongliang took out two red packets from his pocket, and gave his daughter one each.
"Thank you Dad!" Receiving the red packet, Qiao Zijin smiled instantly.
"Thank you Dad." Qiao Nan did not decline. She held the red packet tightly, all the learning materials that she had now were all from Brother Zhai.
If not, with the family condition of the Qiao family, she would not be able to buy even one book even if she scrimped and saved everyday.
"Mom, how about you?" Qiao Zijin received a red packet but was not satisfied. She looked directly at Ding Jiayi smilingly. "Mom, I fared so well in this exam. You didn't give me any reward." 
"Who said there isn't a reward." Ding Jiayi looked at Qiao Zijin, half amused and angry. "Where did the new clothes that you are wearing come from? That was bought for you with your Mom's hard earned money after staying up for a few nights to do manual jobs."
When she said this, Ding Jiayi's tone was filled with pride.
"Mom… these are two separate matters, I want a red packet during Lunar New Year." Qiao Zijin reached out her hands before Ding Jiayi and insisted on a red packet.
"Fine, will Mom not give you any?" Having teased her elder daughter enough, Ding Jiayi took out a red packet that was similar to that of Qiao Dongliang and passed it to Qiao Zijin. "Don't waste it." 
"Thank you Mom, you're so good!" After receiving the red packets, Qiao Zijin smiled. Putting together the money from the two red packets, she should be able to buy the bracelet that she had her eyes on while shopping for clothes previously…
She only had one set of new clothes. Hence, she must definitely buy something else to grace any occasion.
Ding Jiayi and Qiao Zijin was so happy, but Qiao Dongliang's expression turned gloomy. Qiao Nan continued to have her meal without any expression on her face.
Throughout the whole dinner, Ding Jiayi behaved as though she had Qiao Zijin as the only daughter, as if Qiao Zijin was her daughter while Qiao Nan was not.
Qiao Nan was used to this, but Qiao Dongliang was not.
Qiao Dongliang took a few deep breaths, put down his chopsticks and returned to his bedroom without a word.
"Hey, what are you doing, we have not finished our reunion dinner." At this juncture, Ding Jiayi was stunned as she had not reacted to the situation, she did not know why Qiao Dongliang was acting crazy again.
After Qiao Dongliang made a trip to the bedroom, he soon came out and had another red packet in his hand. "Nan Nan, take this, both you and your sister will have two red packets, no one should have less."
If Ding Jiayi had not gone overboard, Qiao Dongliang was still willing to tell a white lie on behalf of Ding Jiayi, and said that Ding Jiayi had left Qiao Nan's red packet in the bedroom.
However, Ding Jiayi's blatant behavior already showed that she did not have a care, Qiao Dongliang could not even be bothered to cover up for her.
Just as his younger daughter had said, she was no longer a three-year-old kid, she understood many things. This layer of shroud was only useful in deceiving himself.
"Thank you Dad." Qiao Nan pursed her little mouth and smiled. She took the red packet from Qiao Dongliang's hands as fast as she could.
Ding Jiayi had just raised her hand to snatch the red packet from Qiao Dongliang's hands but she was not as fast as Qiao Nan, so she could only watched helplessly as the second red packet fell into Qiao Nan's hands. "Old Qiao, didn't you say that we don't have a lot of money, why did you give her two red packets? Qiao Nan, pass me the red packet, Mom will save it up for you. No, you're still young, you don't know how to manage your money."


Qiao Nan: Crap! I am your biological daughter, yet I am treated as if I was picked up from the streets. In fact, you treat me worse than that!

Mother Qiao: Qiao Nan, you are not as pretty or smart as your elder sister. You are not as blessed as her. You have no right to study, marry, or to have your happiness!

Qiao Nan: Why am I not allowed to study, marry, or to seek my happiness? I will find a man right now and marry him!

Qiao Nan is dumbstruck upon discovering that the man right beside her is a powerful figure in the quad—the person who has the most promising prospects to be the future Chief.

Qiao Nan stares at the well-built man in front of her. He has firm abs and cold, chilling eyes. She swallows the lump in her throat as she says her greetings, "Good Morning, Chief!"

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