Rebirth 93: Break off the engagement at the beginning and marry Bai Fumei

At 6:30 p.m., the dining table in Chen Yang's home was filled with steaming dishes. The braised prawns were glistening and tempting, the braised pork was rich in color, the stir-fried vegetables were fresh and tender, and there was also a pot of fragrant chicken soup. This was specially arranged by Chen Yang's mother, who said it was to nourish Fang Ziwei's body.

Fang Ziwei sat next to Chen Yang, eating shrimp non-stop. Looking at the bowl of white porridge Chen Yang had placed beside her, she asked curiously, "Brother, with such delicious food, why do you still want to drink porridge?"

Chen Yang chuckled softly, leaned close to her ear, and whispered, "This is for you!"

"Me?" Fang Ziwei looked at Chen Yang curiously. "Did I say I wanted to drink porridge this afternoon?"

Chen Yang chuckled and shook his head. "No. But someone's coming soon, so you'll have to drink porridge!"

Fang Ziwei rolled her eyes at him and muttered under her breath, "Why are you being so mysterious? Why do you have to make me drink porridge? Aren't these prawns delicious? I'm not stupid!"

Chen Yang suppressed a laugh and picked up a piece of fried ribbonfish. "You'll be a seriously ill person bedridden in a minute. Is it appropriate for you to be eating such rich food?"

Fang Ziwei kicked him under the table in anger, "You're the one who's seriously ill and bedridden! Pui pui pui!"

Fang Zhenguo sat in the main seat, slowly sipping his soup, his gaze sweeping over his daughter and son-in-law, a faint smile playing on his lips. Chen Guohua picked up a piece of braised pork, about to put it in his mouth, when suddenly the doorbell rang.

"Ding-dong—ding-dong—" The doorbell rang slowly but with an undeniable force.

Chen Yang's ears twitched, and his gaze swept out the window. He saw a black sedan parked downstairs, and he recognized the license plate—it was the exclusive vehicle of a provincial leader.

He quickly put down his chopsticks and whispered to Fang Ziwei, "Here you are!"

Fang Ziwei was taken aback, still holding a large shrimp in her hand: "Who? Who's here?"

Chen Yang did not answer, but turned to Fang Zhenguo and said in a very fast voice, "Dad, if something happens later, just push it upstairs."

As soon as he finished speaking, he grabbed Fang Ziwei, picked up the bowl of white porridge next to her, and ran upstairs.

Fang Ziwei was dragged along by him, staggering as she ran, not forgetting to reach out and grab a braised prawn from the plate and stuff it into her mouth.

The scene was utterly ridiculous.

Chen Yang's mother watched her son and daughter-in-law's retreating figures and couldn't help but laugh out loud, but she quickly composed herself. "How crazy! Someone came and then ran upstairs!"

Chen Guohua and Fang Zhenguo exchanged a glance and looked out the window at the same time. The black sedan was parked at the iron gate of the courtyard. It was indeed the car of a provincial leader. Chen Yang had been right. Chen Guohua glanced at the dining table, quickly got up, picked up the bowls and chopsticks that Chen Yang and Fang Ziwei had used, and turned to walk towards the kitchen.

Fang Zhenguo watched this scene, smiled, and muttered, "Old Chen, be careful!"

The doorbell rang twice more. Chen Yang's mother wiped her hands and got up to open the door. The door opened, and two people were standing outside.

One was Director Li, who had come in the afternoon, still carrying gifts and beaming with smiles. The other was a middle-aged man in his fifties, with a square face, thick eyebrows, and a calm gaze, exuding the aura of someone who had long held a high position.

Director Li quickly introduced, "Sister-in-law, this is Secretary Wei from our province. Secretary Wei, this is Mr. Chen's mother."

Wei Yuan bowed slightly, his attitude polite: "Big sister, I'm sorry to bother you."

Chen Yang's mother glanced at the two men, guessing they were there again about Fang Ziwei. She was startled, but quickly put on a smile: "Oh my, Secretary, that's a high-ranking official! These are truly rare guests! Please come in, please come in!"

She stepped aside and called into the house, "Old Chen, Old Fang, we have distinguished guests!"

Wei Yuan and Director Li followed her into the living room. Fang Zhenguo had already stood up, and Chen Guohua had also come out of the kitchen, holding a towel in his hand, pretending that he had just washed his hands.

Director Li quickly introduced, "Secretary Fang, Director Chen, this is Secretary Wei from our province, who is in charge of our medical affairs."

Fang Zhenguo greeted him with a smile, extending his hand: "Secretary Wei, it's an honor to meet you. Why did you come in person?"

Wei Yuan grasped his hand and gave a wry smile: "Secretary Fang, I'm here to ask for a favor, I had no choice but to come."

Fang Zhenguo's smile remained unchanged, but his mind raced. You didn't come here to ask for help; you're here now because you have no choice but to ask for help!

"Secretary Wei, you're too kind. Please have a seat!"

Chen Guohua also came over with a smile, a bottle of wine appearing in his hand at some point: "Secretary Wei, you are a rare guest! This is the first time such a high-ranking official has come to our house!"

"Old Fang is usually the most important person here, but now that you're here, he has to stand at the back!"

As he spoke, he placed the wine on the coffee table, as if he wanted to invite people to stay for dinner.

Fang Zhenguo laughed and waved his hand: "Don't listen to Old Chen's nonsense. He now holds two important positions: director of Jiangcheng Electronics Bureau and director of Jiangcheng Electronics Factory. If all those high-ranking officials were to flock to his home, then he would be taking my place!"

The two men laughed heartily, but Wei Yuan and Director Li couldn't laugh. They were preoccupied with their own thoughts, and could only manage a forced smile, a smile more painful than tears.

Fang Zhenguo invited the two to sit down, and Chen Guohua asked his wife to add two more sets of bowls and chopsticks. It was only then that Chen Yang's mother noticed that Chen Yang and Fang Ziwei's bowls and chopsticks had been taken away. She thought to herself, "Old fox!"

Wei Yuan sat in the dining room, his gaze sweeping over the living room—the decor wasn't luxurious, but it was spotless—before turning to the dining table. He could see the dishes laid out on it clearly—braised prawns, deep-fried ribbonfish, braised pork belly, stir-fried seasonal vegetables, and chicken soup—a very lavish spread.

However, he also noticed that there were only five sets of bowls and chopsticks on the table: Fang Zhenguo, Chen Guohua, Wang Xiulan, and two empty sets.

What about Fang Ziwei and Chen Yang?

Wei Yuan calmly withdrew his gaze, a smile spreading across his face: "Secretary Fang, Director Chen, I apologize for this intrusion, but it is truly urgent."

Fang Zhenguo's smile remained unchanged: "Secretary Wei, you're exaggerating. Just tell me what's on your mind."

Wei Yuan sighed softly: "You must know about the Ziyang Medical Supplies Factory incident. It's been on the national news, and the higher-ups are pressing us hard. I..." He paused, then smiled bitterly: "To be honest, I'm in a complete mess right now."

"I get several phone calls a day from above, asking about progress and results. I... I can't even sleep well."

Fang Zhenguo nodded, indicating his understanding: "I understand Secretary Wei's difficulties." He then sighed heavily, "There are some things we can't control, but the higher-ups take them very seriously. I understand, I understand."

Wei Yuan looked at him with a hint of expectation in his eyes: "Secretary Fang, I came here today to ask you to help persuade General Manager Fang. That factory needs to be started as soon as possible."

Fang Zhenguo paused for a second, then slowly said, "Secretary Wei, you're too kind. I am the Party Secretary of Jiangcheng City. How can it be considered helping when I can contribute to Jiangcheng?"

Wei Yuan's eyes lit up, but Fang Zhenguo's next words made his heart sink again.

“However…” Fang Zhenguo sighed, his expression turning worried, “My daughter is indeed seriously ill. You can see for yourself, she hasn’t come down for dinner yet, my son-in-law Chen Yang is feeding her upstairs.”

He pointed upstairs: "Given Xiaowei's current physical condition, there is truly nothing we can do."

Wei Yuan followed his finger and looked upstairs. The stairwell was empty and silent. He looked away and at the dining table—the two empty bowls and chopsticks confirmed Fang Zhenguo's words.

But he felt something was off. Just then, Director Li whispered to him, "Secretary Wei, I didn't see General Manager Fang this afternoon. Boss Chen said she's bedridden."

Wei Yuan nodded, then hesitated for a moment. He then changed his approach: "Secretary Fang, I understand that President Fang's health is paramount. However..."

He looked at Fang Zhenguo, his gaze becoming meaningful: "I've heard that Secretary Fang's son-in-law, Director Chen's son Chen Yang, is very shrewd in business. If Boss Chen could step in and help, the problem could be solved."

The meaning is quite clear now.

Fang Zhenguo's heart skipped a beat. Good heavens, so that's how it is!

This time, they weren't after Fang Ziwei, but after him and Chen Guohua.

No wonder they chose to visit during dinner time; they wanted to force the two families to make a statement in front of their elders.

He glanced at Chen Guohua, who understood and immediately patted his chest, saying, "No problem! It's just getting the factory up and running, a piece of cake!"

With that, Chen Guohua put down his chopsticks and stood up: "Okay, I'll go upstairs now and call Chen Yang down so I can have a good talk with him!"

After saying that, he made a move to go upstairs, while glancing at his wife.

"no!"

A sharp shout stunned everyone in the living room.