Regretful, Mr. Lin's pursuit of his wife ended in a funeral

Chapter 243 How We Used to Get Along

Lin Qingxuan watched her angrily leave, and his gloomy mood brightened like the weather today.

I packed up quickly and went downstairs.

Downstairs, Gu Xiqing was sitting in the sunken living room, typing on the keyboard to modify the plan.

The merger of Tiansheng and Yuansheng can be said to be the transfer of most of Tiansheng's resources to revive a tree with only its trunk left.

The internal corruption of Yuansheng is no longer what it was when Du Mingcheng gave it to Du Mingtang as a dowry. The earliest batch of veterans were also laid off for various reasons after Gu Hao took over completely.

The remaining people are either related to Gu Hao or are talents brought in by Dai Jiao. They bully others by taking advantage of their power and make the entire management team a mess.

Special Assistant Wu had followed Lin Qingxuan for many years and had learned his true skills. He was no less capable than Lin Qingxuan at work, and he cut the Gordian knot and drove all the people out of Yuansheng as quickly as possible.

Recruit fresh blood and have Tiansheng’s specialists train them to slowly cleanse the filth and allow the corrupt places to be reborn.

After the aunt prepared the meal and brought it to the table, she called out to Gu Xiqing, settled the wages, and left happily with the money.

Gu Xiqing closed her notebook and found Lin Qingxuan standing at the stairs looking at her. She didn't know how long he had been standing there, silent like a ghost. She looked up and glanced at him, almost thinking it was a ghost.

The dinner table.

"I have lost my memory."

He spoke suddenly.

Gu Xiqing picked up a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus fish and put it in her mouth, nodding, "I know."

"How did we get along before?"

He was very curious. She didn't love him and he didn't love her. So how did they survive this marriage of more than a year, almost two years?

"Do you remember what happened before we got married?" Gu Xiqing put down her chopsticks.

Lin Qingxuan nodded. Although it was a little blurry, it was almost the same as what he remembered. The memories after marriage seemed to be blocked by a thick layer of fog, and he could not see anything.

Gu Xiqing thought seriously for a moment and said, "Not long after we got married, I went out to sea for medical treatment. I didn't come back until two days before the Mid-Autumn Festival this year, so we haven't spent much time together."

That’s about it. Although time passed quickly, we didn’t spend much time together.

Lin Qingxuan raised his eyes and his gaze fell on her. He still remembered that she had advanced gastric cancer and died on the operating table.

Later he learned that the day she died was November 22, his birthday and the Minor Snow solar term of the year.

From that day on, the weather gradually became colder, the temperature dropped rapidly, and the precipitation form gradually changed from rain to snow. Winter came.

The food in his mouth became tasteless, even with a hint of bitterness. After a long silence, a low voice rang out, "Is it cured?"

"I don't know if it will relapse, but it's under control for now." Gu Xiqing said as she picked up a piece of beef brisket with tomatoes and put it in her bowl. She wasn't worried at all about whether the disease would relapse. She just knew that she was hungry now, and the food made by her aunt was very appetizing, so she wanted to eat more.

The doctor also said that if you maintain a happy mood, eat on time, and don't overwork, you will most likely live a stable life.

Seeing that she didn't care at all, and since he didn't understand her condition at the moment, Lin Qingxuan didn't say anything more.

He picked up the small bowl and filled it with delicious chicken soup for her.

"I have to go out for something in a while." Gu Xiqing finished eating, wiped the corner of her mouth, and took out a bank card and gave it to him. "If you can't stay alone, you can go for a walk nearby. There's not much money in this card, but it should be enough for your daily expenses. The password is my birthday."

Lin Qingxuan frowned slightly. Was she... treating him as a weak patient?