Mr. Mu, stop bullying Professor Jian.

Midnight calls always come with a hint of fear.

Unless it's an urgent or important matter, no one would be rude to ring the Ring.

Jian Zhinian did not sleep well. When the shrill ring of his cell phone rang, he sat up in shock. When he saw that the caller was Jiang Shaoqing, his heart beat faster.

"Hello, Mr. Jiang..." Jian Zhinian answered the phone hurriedly, a little nervous.

Jiang Shaoqing couldn't control his sarcastic tone: "I'm sorry to bother you so late at night, but Teacher Jian didn't block me!"

Blocking someone on WeChat was indeed the most ruthless and rude thing he had ever done in his life. Jian Zhinian was silent for a moment and said, "If Mr. Jiang has nothing else to do..."

"I'm fine, but Mu Qingyuan is in trouble! Jian Zhinian, Mu Qingyuan is drunk outside your house, please come over now."

Jiang Shaoqing was very angry and his words were a mixture of politeness and disrespect.

Jian Zhinian pierced his palm with his fingertips hanging by his side. He suppressed his worry and said ruthlessly, "Boss Jiang, we have broken up. I can't leave now..."

"Jian Zhinian, Mu Qingyuan is not in good health right now, and he dared to drink so much alcohol without caring about his life. I tell you, if you don't want to collect his body tomorrow and attend his funeral the day after tomorrow, come here right now!"

After Jiang Shaoqing finished yelling, he hung up the phone.

It was the first time that Mu Qing'an saw Jiang Shaoqing angry. He felt a little scared, yet also a little admiring.

"Brother Jiang, you are so kind to my brother..."

Jiang Shaoqing's chest was still heaving violently. Hearing Mu Qing'an's words, he turned his head to look at him.

"I'm not good to you?"

Mu Qingan wanted to hum but didn't dare to hum aloud... Was he good to him? Okay, it can't be said that he was not good, but what was good about him?

Jiang Shaoqing felt bored when he saw Mu Qing'an's cowardly look, who dared to be angry but not to speak.

"What should we do now?" Mu Qing'an asked.

Jiang Shaoqing took out a cigarette, lit it, and said solemnly, "Wait!"

"Do you think Teacher Jian will come?" Mu Qing'an was a little unsure.

Jiang Shaoqing took a deep puff of smoke, exhaled the smoke, and said, "Now that we've come to this, if Jian Zhinian doesn't come..."

He glanced at the half-dead Mu Qingyuan and continued, "I guess your brother will find you a new sister-in-law."

"I don't want it!" Mu Qing'an frowned. He liked his current sister-in-law very much.

Jiang Shaoqing was instantly displeased and asked, "Do you like Jian Zhinian so much?"

"Yeah." Mu Qing'an nodded stupidly.

Jiang Shaoqing was upset and said coldly: "Jian Zhinian doesn't like you. With your brother around, you can't have a chance even if we break up."

Mu Qing'an opened his mouth in astonishment. What was going on in this guy's mind?

He, he said he liked it, but it wasn't that kind of like...

"You, what are you talking about!"

Jiang Shaoqing was too lazy to chat with the idiot. After putting out the cigarette in his hand, he went to Mu Qingyuan's rental house across the street, took a blanket and draped it over Mu Qingyuan, and also wrapped someone else.

"Aren't you cold?" Mu Qing'an saw that Jiang Shaoqing didn't bring any for him either.

"Shut up, it's none of your business."

Jiang Shaoqing raised his hand and looked at his watch. It was already 20 minutes. The car should be driving very fast in the middle of the night...

Jian Zhinian wouldn’t really be that cruel, so he won’t come, right?

As I was thinking, the sound of the elevator opening late at night was particularly clear.

When Jian Zhinian walked out of the elevator, he saw three people standing guard at his door in a panic. Mu Qingyuan was being carried by his brother, and his expression could not be seen clearly...

"Teacher Jian, please open the door. I have no choice but to accept your home..."

When they really met, Jiang Shaoqing still respected Jian Zhinian, but with a hint of helplessness.

Jian Zhinian said nothing, walked forward, opened the door, and turned on the light in the living room.

Jiang Shaoqing raised his chin and gave Mu Qing'an a look, indicating him to bring Mu Qingyuan in.

Mu Qingan was much smarter now, and took the lead in carrying the person in...

Jiang Shaoqing looked at Jian Zhinian who was standing aside indifferently, and he could no longer suppress his anger. He asked, "Want to chat for a while?"

"You said."

Jian Zhinian looked at him, feeling inexplicably nervous. Jiang Shaoqing was, to some extent, more familiar with Mu Qingyuan than he was. Was Jiang Shaoqing's expression now trying to defend Mu Qingyuan?

Jiang Shaoqing did not go into the house. Instead, he walked a few steps into the corridor, leaned his arms on the railing, and looked out into the dark night.

"Can I have a cigarette first?"

Jiang Shaoqing turned around to look at Jian Zhinian. This man must have just come out of bed. He came in a hurry, and although his clothes were a complete set, they were all wrinkled.

Jian Zhinian frowned and said, "You smoke yours."

Jiang Shaoqing was not polite either. He lit up a cigarette, took two puffs, put it down, and then spoke.

"I wonder if Mr. Jian has noticed that he rarely smokes recently..."

Jian Zhinian was a little confused when he heard this. He hadn't spent much time with Mu Qingyuan recently.

Jiang Shaoqing had an idea in his mind. It seemed that it was not that he failed to catch up, but that he simply did not see her at all.

Promote!

Jiang Shaoqing silently despised Mu Qingyuan in his heart.

“I won’t beat around the bush. At the end of last year, he fell ill after joining the Mu Group and stayed in the hospital for more than ten days. I remember that Mr. Jian called me at that time and told me that you were leaving and asked him to go home.”

"It's not that he doesn't want to go home, it's that he can't go home. I just got home on the night of the Mu shareholders' meeting. When I received the call from the hospital, I couldn't believe it. How could he be fine in the daytime and say he wanted to propose to you, but he collapsed at night..."

Jiang Shaoqing rested his arms on the guardrail, turned his head sideways and looked at Jian Zhinian indifferently, with inquiring doubts in his eyes.

Jian Zhinian was shocked on the spot. The autumn wind was blowing in the middle of the night, and it was chilly on his body. He blinked his eyes, but was unable to react.

"What did you say?"

It’s not that he didn’t understand, but when they put each word together, Jian Zhinian couldn’t believe it.

The week he was waiting for Mu Qingyuan to come back home, Mu Qingyuan was in the hospital...

Jiang Shaoqing flicked the ash from his cigarette and said, "Teacher Jian, he was 20 years old when he liked you. As far as I know, it was his first love, his first time being moved. I didn't contact him until two months after he dropped out of school. Do you know what kind of life he was living at that time?"

"At that time, his mother was in a car accident. Both parties were responsible and each paid half of the medical expenses. He was unwilling to give up his mother's legs and insisted on the high-priced treatment plan that did not require amputation, so he sold the property at a low price..."

"But he knew that was far from enough, so he started his own business. Do you know how difficult it is to start a business without a family background and little capital? Fortunately, he majored in computer science, which is a popular field. Otherwise, no matter how talented he is, it would be impossible for him to succeed in such a short time."

"But he did it. He took care of his sick mother, studied on his own, and led the business. During that time, the rest of us had to spend most of our time studying, but he was the only one who persisted with less than four hours of sleep a day..."

"We spent half a year to make the product. You can't imagine how many rejections he had to endure, how many laughs he had to endure, and how much he drank... Then, eight months later, we received angel round investment, and four months later, we entered the A round..."

Jiang Shaoqing paused, his voice choked slightly, he took a puff of cigarette and exhaled, then relaxed for a moment.

"But at this moment, he fell down..."

He raised his eyes and saw Jian Zhinian's bitten lips with blood, and his pale and bloodless face. He pulled the corners of his mouth and continued to speak -

"I had a severe cold, a viral infection, and didn't get timely treatment or rest. I also got acute myocarditis caused by excessive fatigue. I almost died suddenly..."