My Ceo Husband is Sworn Enemy - Chapter 312

Chapter 312: Chapter 312 Let her hate _1
I originally thought that both Shen Yishu and Jiang Yuyan were very promising young people. Both were willing to work hard and make progress; such a combination should have been perfect.

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These two young people, I have watched them grow up with my own eyes. I truly like them.

Unexpectedly, Shen Yishu rejected the idea before I had even finished speaking.

“Xiaojia is indeed a very good person, but I’m not worthy of her!”

“Yo, kiddo, is this because you’re being too picky? Or is it that you’ve gotten a bit carried away with being the boss now?”

Looking closely at Shen Yishu, he is very different from the past.

He used to have a young face full of naivety, like a youthful rebel.

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But now, in a suit and formal shoes, although his face is young, his temperament has become much more mature after settling down.

Even his words and smile have a sense of competence.

“Xiaoyun … you’re overthinking it! My original intention has never changed! Xiaojia is indeed very outstanding, it’s me who’s not good enough for her.”

“Xiaoyun? Didn’t you use to call me Sister Song? Why have you changed your nickname now?”

“You, you’re only a year older than me …”

“Even being a day older means I’m older, you still have to call me Sister Song!”

Shen Yishu just smiled and didn’t bother to argue with me.

However, looking at his sly expression, he probably didn’t want to listen to me anymore.

In the afternoon, Shen Yishu stayed here, aside from discussing the new business trends of the company with me.

While I was taking care of Ding Yinuo, he also actively helped me out.

During the process, he showed no signs of impatience or distaste, appearing very patient.

And he was especially considerate too.

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Although he is about the same age as Song Xiaoyun, after all, I am not Song Xiaoyun; my actual mental age is over thirty years old.

So, to me, Shen Yishu is a standard younger brother.

Having such a handsome and capable younger brother; I also feel happy about it.

“I know you care a lot about Doctor Ding, but what are your plans if he doesn’t wake up like this?”

“Me? I’ll take care of him for a lifetime!”

“But what about when you get old? You’re a woman; eventually, you’ll need someone to take care of you, right?”

“Yishu, I don’t want to think too much. Who knows if I can live to be old. As long as I’m alive, I will never give up on him.”

Shen Yishu nodded in agreement,

“Xiaoyun, you have a kind and loyal heart; you’re a good woman. I support you! From now on, I stand firmly by your side and will help take care of Doctor Ding with you.”

I turned my head to look at him and smiled,

“What are you going to take care of! No need for that; I can handle it myself. You just need to be honest and find yourself a wife to marry.”

“Hehe, I’m still young; I don’t want to be tied down by marriage so early …”

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“You don’t have to get married to have a girlfriend!”

“No, it’s unnecessary! I want to save my time for myself, to do the things I like and spend it with the people I like!”

“Do you have someone you like?”

“Hmm, not sure, maybe …”

“Fine, live and learn. Be more cautious in love from now on, and don’t be fooled again. Actually, having compatible values is very important when two people are together.”

Shen Yishu looked at me and smiled, listening very seriously,

“Alright, I’ll remember that. If in the future I meet someone who I can love or marry, I’ll bring them to you. Can I let you screen them for me?”

“Do you trust me that much?”

I suddenly recalled how my own love life and marriage were a complete mess. What right did I have to teach others?

“Yes, I trust you! Xiaoyun, you’re the person I trust the most! If I look for a girlfriend in the future, I’ll find someone like you.”

“You, all talk! You say such nice things! But someone like me might not be right for you!”

During our conversation, I inadvertently glanced at the bed and, in a trance, I thought I saw Ding Yinuo blink.

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I put down what I was holding and walked over to Ding Yinuo’s side, took his hand,

“Anuo, did you just blink?”

“Anuo, blink again for me to see!”

“Ding Yinuo, if you blink again, I’ll treat you to hotpot tonight, how about that?”

My excitement did not bring any joy. Everything seemed to be an illusion; he was still unresponsive.

I still felt very disappointed.

I kept Shen Yishu’s advice in my heart.

Beyond taking care of Ding Yinuo each day, I made a point to go through his study.

In the villa at Xishan Residence, there is a large room on the ground floor with floor-to-ceiling glass windows and the entire room is his study.

Wooden bookshelves occupy all four walls, and most of the books here are medical texts.

I randomly pulled out a book and found that it was filled with Ding Yinuo’s handwriting. He used a black fountain pen for comments and notes, writing in small, neat, and meticulous script.

It was apparent that this man was very meticulous in his work.

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I remember back when I was studying, he was that kind of top student who excelled academically.

Being able to study medicine is also something only exceptionally talented guys could achieve.

Looking at this room full of books that he had read, I felt the urge to act.

I started looking for books on traditional Chinese medicine and, coincidentally, I actually found books on the treatment of vegetative patients with acupuncture and moxibustion.

I picked out a book on traditional Chinese medicine, anatomy, and various meridian treatment methods.

I knew starting from scratch would be difficult, but as long as I worked hard, Ding Yinuo would have one more sliver of hope.

The next time I encountered Ye Mengyan

was after the weekly meeting on Friday.

Jiang Yuyan found someone, “Sister Song, guess who came for the interview?”

Through the glass window, I saw a familiar silhouette, it was Ye Mengyan.

“She’s got some nerve to come for an interview at Tianjiao Company?”

Jiang Yuyan said with a smile,

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“I heard from a classmate that Gu Yuanzhou blacklisted her. All the companies in the city are forbidden to hire her, and she can’t find any work related to being a secretary. As for restaurants and the service industry, there are tons of netizens asking around for her online. As soon as they find out which restaurant she works at, they go there and give her a hard time. Every new job she gets, she gets harassed, and eventually, she has no choice but to resign. Now her reputation is so bad, almost no one dares to hire her.”

“What position did she come to interview for?”

“Oh, warehouse assistant! But we’re not planning to keep her, she’s got a bad character!”

“Ask her if she’s willing to clean the toilets, then keep her!”

“Sister Song, how can you still have compassion for her? This woman, you were good to her before, and she ruined you.”

“I’m not planning to save her, I’m just curious about who the father of her child is!”

“Alright, I’ll go arrange that!”

I never fully understood the matter of Ye Mengyan’s pregnancy.

She seemed to love Gu Yuanzhou so much; how could she possibly be carrying someone else’s child? And whose child is it?