Domineering CEO: Wife remarry

In mid-December, the boss of Jingcheng Group finally came back from the mountain, and Zijun’s resignation report——

Of course, Boss Jingcheng personally called her to the office, had a heart-to-heart talk with her, and even mentioned that when Lu Ruidong's contract expired, she would be appointed as the design director of Jingcheng Group.

For a woman who is not yet 25 years old, she is so lucky to be the director of the design department, but Zijun resolutely refused.

"I want to go abroad to learn more," Zijun said truthfully to the boss, "Although the bidding for the intercity rail design was successful this time, I still feel that there is an element of luck in it. In terms of strength, Lu Ruidong and Qiao Zimo is far behind, and he really can’t be the director.”

The boss laughed when he heard what she said, and said that he admired her very much. If she really went abroad for further study, he would agree to her resignation, but he hoped that she would not lie and not enter the door of other real estate companies as soon as she resigned.

Zijun assured Boss Jingcheng that she would definitely go abroad to study when she left Jingcheng Group, please rest assured that she has no intention of changing jobs at present, if she does not go abroad, she will definitely stay in Jingcheng Group.

In the end, the resignation report was finally approved, but the boss had a premise that she had to be responsible for the house layout and garden design for the suburban villa project jointly developed with Xinghai Real Estate.

The resignation report was approved on December 12th, and it will not take effect until January 25th, that is to say, Zijun has to work sincerely until the Spring Festival holiday before leaving the company.

Xiao Mengqi was originally in charge of the villa project that Jingcheng cooperated with Xinghai, but now that the president has assigned her responsibility, she had no choice but to intervene halfway.

In order to resign smoothly in January, Zijun has been working overtime in the past few days. She hopes to complete the villa project before resigning, so as to give Jingcheng Group a good impression.

It was not time to get off work in the afternoon, when the phone rang, she took it out in a daze, and it was her mother's phone when she took it.

Zijun pressed the answer button naturally: "Mom?"

"Zijun, your mother has fainted again!" Aunt Zhang's voice came anxiously from the kindergarten: "Your mother answered the phone, and before she hung up, she fell to the ground... Her lips were purple, I'm stiff all over... We've called [-]..."

"I'll be driving over right now..."

After Zijun yelled this sentence, he didn't even bother to tidy up his desk. He immediately grabbed his bag and ran out the door.

After getting into the car, I didn't even bother to fasten the seat belt, and quickly stepped on the accelerator and galloped away.

She anxiously called her father at the intersection of traffic lights, but the phone heard a notification to transfer to the secretary's desk. Then she remembered that it was Friday today, and her father was probably in a meeting right now.

When Zijun drove to the kindergarten, the ambulance had already arrived, and the medical staff were coming out of the hospital carrying a stretcher.

Shao Meizhen was lying on a stretcher with an oxygen mask on her face, and the school doctor and director anxiously followed behind.

"Mom," Zijun immediately ran over and grabbed Shao Meizhen's cold hand.

Shao Meizhen turned her face sideways and glanced at Zijun, with tears in her eyes, her lips twitched twice, but she didn't know what she was talking about.

"Mom, you have to be strong, you have to hold on, you will be fine!"

Zijun followed into the ambulance and stayed by his mother's side every step of the way. He held her mother's hand tightly with both hands, trying to transmit his body temperature to her hand.

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In the hospital, at the time of handover/shift, the order is slightly chaotic, and there are people everywhere.

The wheels of the hospital bed were rolling and making a grunt sound mixed in the noisy crowd, and the smell of disinfectant was tangy, making it difficult for those who walked in to get used to it.

Zijun's heartbeat intensified. Watching the wire on the electronic instrument sometimes wavy and sometimes straight, a heart hung in his throat.

In order to suppress the fear welling up in her heart, she had to clenched her fingers tightly into fists, and even let her nails dig into her flesh.

The mother was pushed into the emergency room of the operating room, but she was blocked from the door, and the cold light shone on her pale face.

The red light on the door of the emergency room was dazzling, Zijun stared blankly, after a while he came to his senses, and then hurriedly ran towards the outpatient building.

The outpatient clinic has already closed work. At this time, in the huge outpatient building, except for a few emergency lights on the stairs and corridors, the rest of the place is pitch black.

Panting heavily, Zijun quickly ran towards the director's office of the cardiac surgery department on the third floor.

In the dark corridor, the doors of each consulting room are tightly closed.

Zijun knocked vigorously on the door of the chief clinic of the Cardiac Surgery Department, and the echo echoed in the corridor, which could not go away for a long time. There was no response from the door, but she was persistent and did not want to leave.

The cleaner who happened to pass by saw her and couldn't help reminding: "I've already left work, and the doctor has been gone for half an hour."

Zijun was stunned, looking at the closed door of the consulting room, he suddenly remembered the time.

Back in the emergency building again, she quickly walked towards the duty desk.

"May I ask if Professor Su Zhengyang, the director of the Cardiac Surgery Department, is in the hospital?"

The doctor on duty looked up at her, and pointed to the large outpatient form pasted on it: "Isn't that written clearly? Professor Su is out every Tuesday."

Zijun bit his lower lip lightly, and could only plead in a low voice: "My mother had a heart attack, and she was always seen by Dr. Su Zhengyang. Now... can you help me contact Professor Su?" ?"

The doctor on duty seemed to have heard a funny joke, and after looking at Zijun for a few seconds, he said calmly: "Every heart patient wants Professor Su to receive him in person, but there is only Professor Su, and there are so many patients. Can you come over here?

Zijun's nails dug into the flesh, and there was a clear tingling pain. She looked at the doctor on duty in front of her and said sincerely: "Professor Su really saw my mother. Her last medical record is still there. If you think I is lying..."

"Since he saw your mother before, you can call him now," said the doctor on duty obviously impatient.

"We don't have his mobile phone, and he never gave us his mobile phone number. All we have is the landline number of his consulting room."

"I only have the landline number of his consulting room here." The doctor on duty was obviously impatient: "Professor Su only visits the clinic one day a week, so we can't find him if he doesn't usually leave his mobile phone number."

"Please help me," Zijun looked at the doctor on duty with a pleading face, "My mother's heart disease is very serious, I'm worried..."

"Didn't I tell you just now? It's useless for you to stand here until tomorrow. I don't have his private mobile phone number here." The doctor on duty waved Zijun to leave quickly, so as not to block the people behind.