On the rewards for successfully defeating a boss

Several people were chatting in the car, and Yu Wangxi became the target of attacks because of his bad mouth.

He is a bad-mouthed person, Chen Tian is a vicious person, and Chen Qian unfortunately also inherited some of Chen Tian's verbal skills.

So, under such a double-edged sword, Yu Wangxi couldn't help but grumble quietly, "You better be careful when eating at home. With the two of you around, it's easy to get food poisoning."

The car passed many traffic lights, stopped and started, and weaved through the crisscrossing streets.

After driving for more than an hour, they gradually drove into a scene that Chen Qian was extremely familiar with.

For example, when I'm bored at home, I'll go to the bookstore or coffee shop to spend the afternoon. Or, for example, there's a restaurant around the corner that I'll probably go to for a meal if I don't order takeout...

In short, after seeing the "soul landmarks" near these old houses, Chen Qian knew that he was really home.

Overjoyed beyond words, Chen Qian happily hummed a tuneless song, the sound vibrating faintly in his throat, which only he could hear.

The wheels kept turning, and everyone continued to move forward, crossing this street and that intersection.

Chen Tian maneuvered the car into a parking space. He pulled the handbrake and announced, "Get out of the car. We're home."

Before he could finish his words, Chen Qian had already rushed out of the car door.

He stood on the lawn in front of the door, took a deep breath of the air without a trace of disinfectant smell, and then exhaled deeply.

The cold winter air flew into the collars of the people getting off the bus, making them shiver, so they symbolically wrapped their scarves tighter.

"Don't just stand there in a daze, come and help." Chen Tian called him.

He turned around with a grin, trotted a few steps towards the trunk, and responded in a careless manner: "I know, I know!"

In the hospital, perhaps due to the highly sterilized environment or the sheer whiteness of everything, Chen Qian felt unwell, like a frost-bitten eggplant, and his spirits were fatigued.

But when he was discharged from the hospital, he felt like he was alive again. He felt relaxed and full of strength, ready to go to heaven and earth.

So, naturally, Yu Wangxi's earlier proposal of going out for fun together was put on the agenda.

The schedule for the psychological counseling Chen Qian needs after being discharged from the hospital is to start from three times a week and decrease to once every two weeks. According to Chen Tian’s consultation, it will be carried out for one and a half months.

For Chen Qian, as long as the first two weeks are over, the rest of the time will be relatively free, at least a day trip around the area will not be a problem.

After several refusals, tasks such as travel planning were completely handed over to Zhong Yi, who was meticulous and organized. Yu Wangxi naturally took the initiative to take over the tasks of accommodation and catering.

As for Chen Qian, who had just recovered from a long illness, he was responsible for standing between the two of them and eating and taking things.

The composition of this group is actually a bit strange, especially for Yu Wangxi.

But unfortunately, there was no way to get more people to join in the fun, so we had to go anyway.

The actual departure time is not that soon, as Chen Qian also has other things to deal with in addition to psychological counseling.

Just like that, the first week after being discharged from the hospital turned into a busy week.

"We are going to hold two online meetings with the publishing house, one for a column and one for local planning." Chen Qian was constantly writing and drawing on the notebook with the pen in his hand, marking the time and content of the matters.

"Yeah." Zhong helped Chen Qian confirm while working on the computer.

Chen Qian wrote down each item, marked the details, and thought for a moment.

What is missing? What is it?

Oh, right.

Chen Qian started a new line below the written content and wrote a 3 as the beginning.

"You said we have three meetings this month. What is the other one?" He looked up and asked Zhong Yi.

"From the sponsor." Zhong said concisely.

"Sponsor?" Chen Qian was stunned for a moment, then continued to ask, "What's the content? Didn't we just have a meeting last time?"

"The sponsorship is tentatively scheduled to be changed next quarter." Zhong didn't even raise his head, his expression focused, his fingers typing rapidly on the keyboard.

"Change of sponsorship?" Chen Qian was surprised. He had never heard of this news. "When did it happen? How come I didn't know about it?"

"Tentative. It will be finalized in the meeting." Still a brief answer.

"Okay, okay. I'm not the housekeeper anyway, so I'll just be a lazy bum with a camera." Chen Qian waved his hand and said indifferently.

His pen tip danced, and he added a sentence after 3: "Who will be the sponsor..."

That week, Chen Qian was so busy that his face turned pale.

After the second video conference with the publishing house, he immediately took off his formal-looking suit jacket.

With trembling hands, Chen Qian wrapped himself in the flannel blanket that had been thrown aside by the bed before the meeting began, and sighed with satisfaction.

"This is truly unmanageable work. A single meeting lasts over two hours, and afterward I have to do something else." Chen Qian kept rambling, "I have to take a taxi to the counselor's office at eight o'clock tomorrow morning to see my patient!"

"It's over." Zhong Yi said unkindly.

"Shh, let me lie down for a while." Chen Qian wrapped the blanket tightly and dived into the soft bed.

The next morning, Chen Qian was woken up by the alarm clock's repeated sounds before seven o'clock.

He stayed in bed for more than ten minutes, and when Chen Tian came to knock on the door to urge him, he reluctantly climbed out of bed in the biting cold.

Then he had breakfast and changed his clothes. By the time he was dressed and ready to go out, time had already passed like the water in a basin, poured out completely.

Looking at the 7:40 displayed on his phone, Chen Qian smiled bitterly.

"Another day late."

When standing in front of the garage door and hailing a taxi, Chen Qian felt for the first time that not having a driver's license was a bit embarrassing.

It's not that he doesn't know how to drive. When he was in Denmark, he took some time to get a driver's license for work reasons, and he also drove himself for a period of time.

But now he has returned to China, and things are in a mess and difficult to sort out, so Chen Qian has never thought about taking a driving test.

On weekdays, Chen Tian takes him everywhere, and if all else fails, there is always a taxi-hailing app that he can open and operate.

But now it was really time. Chen Tian had left the house half an hour ago, and the taxi-hailing app also began to blatantly strike during the peak period of car usage.

As the number of people queuing for the taxi app decreased, Chen Qian became more and more anxious.