Jiu Ye, your little ancestor doesn't want to take responsibility

Mu Yunzhu also heard what Shi Zhu said and took the opportunity to say something:

"Son, you, as a secretary, really have so much power. No matter how much of a jerk Jian Yunzhang is, he is still your biological father, and you are his only son."

"My father is about to die, and if you, his son, are not there, what will outsiders say?"

"To pretend to obey but actually disobey and completely disregard Tiantian is simply outrageous."

Jian Muye rubbed his temples:

"How is my dad?"

Mu Yunzhu: "His heartbeat is very weak. The doctor said he won't survive the night. Tiantian and I are staying at the hospital."

Jian Muye hummed, "I've already asked Fang Zhuo to book the plane ticket."

Fang Zhuo, who was sitting in the passenger seat, said in a panic:

"Mr. Jian, there are no more tickets. All the tickets are sold out, and even if we rush to the airport now, we won't be able to catch the last flight."

Jian Muye: "Train ticket."

Fang Zhuoyou quickly checked:

"There is a high-speed train, but it won't arrive home in Fengcheng until after nine tomorrow morning. I might as well book the earliest flight now..."

Jian Muye's face looked very ugly:

"That means I can't go back to Fengcheng tonight?"

Fang Zhuo frowned: "Boss Jian, it's almost eleven o'clock..."

Mu Yunzhu's phone was still on. Since he couldn't come back, he couldn't be forced to come back tonight.

"Forget it if you can't come back." Mu Yunzhu said, "Hurry up and book a flight for tomorrow morning. Don't delay any further."

When the time comes, just say that Jian Muye rushed back last night and it’s not a big deal.

In Mu Yunzhu's heart, her son's reputation was much more important than whether Jian Muye saw Jian Yunzhang for the last time. Since he couldn't make it back, forget it.

"Alright, alright. Your dad has been lying in bed for so long. It's a relief for him to be gone. Don't take it to heart. We've done our best for him."

Mu Yunzhu's words sounded cold, as if she was not talking about the man she had spent her whole life with.

Jian Muye said "hmm" in a deep voice and hung up the phone.

Fang Zhuo booked a flight for tomorrow morning, and would arrive at the hospital around 10 o'clock.

He also arranged for someone to pick him up at the airport to ensure that Jian Muye could go directly to the hospital after getting off the car.

The air pressure in the car was very low. Jian Muye said coldly:

"Shi Zhu, go back and ask the finance department for three months' salary."

Shi Zhu was stunned for a moment, and said in disbelief:

"Boss Jian, are you going to fire me?"

Jian Muye has closed his eyes:

"It's not my turn for a little secretary like you to teach me how to do things."

Fang Zhuo was speechless:

"You even dared to delete your wife's messages. Who gave you the courage?"

Shi Zhu's eyes immediately turned red:

"But you've worked so hard on this project. If you break your promise to Mr. Jia today, he'll definitely not sign the contract. All the wine you've been drinking these days will be wasted, and all the hard work you've put in over the past six months will be wasted."

"Besides, isn't your wife in the hospital? With her support, you can just rush back tomorrow morning, right? You're not a doctor. The old man has been paralyzed in bed for so many years, and this day has been expected. It's not a big deal."

Fang Zhuo looked at Shi Zhu in surprise and wanted to give her a thumbs up. This girl really dares to think and do, awesome!

Indeed, if Jian Muye had returned to Fengcheng early today, then this business trip to Harbin would have been in vain and the contract would definitely not have been signed.

That being said, what Shi Zhu did was indeed lawless.

You are just a small secretary, but you are in charge of the big boss. Who gives you the power?

No wonder the old lady misunderstood. Who wouldn’t misunderstand?

Did Lu Tian also misunderstand?

Thinking of this, Jian Muye took out his cell phone. He didn't want to make a call, so he sent a message to Lu Tian.