Zoey A chill ran through her body. No wonder father couldn’t hold on! So many years of foundation, overnight, crowned with someone else s name, into someone else s bag, expected who will be difficult to the extreme. And B457 that project … father, once day and night to spend effort on that …
Jerry Xiao …
Now that he’s got everything he wanted, isn’t he having a good time?
…
Zoey stood outside the hospital room, the dimly lit gallery was quiet. Owen Baker pulled the door open and came out, glancing at her, “Don’t you worry, it’s a good thing Dad escaped thanks to your first aid.”
Zoey smiled bitterly and gently stood on her tiptoes to look inside the door, “A blow like this is always hard to bear. Brother, when you look at dad like this, don’t you think that overnight, you realized that dad was also this fragile? In the past in memory, Dad was always like Superman, with broad shoulders and solid arms that could shield our family from the wind and rain. By now … he really needs us to cover the wind and rain for him …”
“You’re absolutely right. Since the company doesn’t need him to worry about it anymore, I think I’ll take Mom and Dad with me to DOHA (Note: Doha, the capital of Qatar. Arab countries) to live there for a while, as if it’s a break. What about you? Don’t you want to go and have some fun too? You can take the kids there with you. We’ll still be a big family when we get there. It’s just that the weather will be worse, and I’m worried that you won’t be able to stand it.”
Listening to Owen talk about the future, Zoey couldn’t help but envision a future free of calculations, strife, and peace. …
“Actually, I’d like to take you to meet someone very important.” Owen said.
Zoey laughs, “Is that the one you said you loved the most?”
“Yes, my birth mother.” Owen smiles, “Really never thought I’d meet in a foreign country.”
For this news, Zoey exclaimed. Looking at him in amazement, he smiles deeper, the warmth on his face surfacing and moving, “You know what? I think maybe I believe in this thing called fate too much, so the heavens gave me such a big surprise. Fate, really magically pulls us. Dad told me to go to America, but I chose Arabia because I wanted adventure. Went to Egypt, to Jordan, even Lebanon, and ended up stopping in Qatar. I’m really glad that I experienced all of this. Zoey , I never thought that I would meet her again someday.”
Zoey was totally infected by his emotions, “No wonder you don’t want to prosecute Nabi Yan. brother, we will accompany you there! She’s not only important to you, she’s an important person to our whole family. But I’m afraid mom is going to be jealous, you know, she loves you too much.”
“I love her too, for the rest of my life!”
Zoey laughs, “I know, and so does Mom.”
“Then we’ll go over there together when Dad’s better. Even as a trip!”
“Uh-huh.” Zoey nods.
“By the way, there’s something I haven’t told you yet.” Owen Baker glanced at Zoey, who shuddered, afraid that the question she’d been holding back all day was now going to come up.
“Brother, it’s already in the past, so don’t mention anything. Dad was lucky that nothing happened to him this time. If something happens to Dad this time, he is the murderer. There’s no reason for me to care about how he is anymore …” she pursed her lips.
Owen Baker took all his words back. He, in fact, wanted to say that this shareholders’ meeting was not attended by Jerry Xiao himself. Because, he had passed on the Baker family, to his father.
Time that passes in a flash.
Eight months later …
The man wore a heavy trench coat and walked out of the airport passage with a few other people. The winter in this city seemed to be especially cold. Although the heating was on indoors, it was completely insufficient, and it was still cold to the core.
Last time, it was the tail end of spring when I left here …
At that time, he did not think that he could still wake up alive. Although, the old disease hadn’t gone away, it was already a miracle that he could still wake up eight months later after layers of suffering and all kinds of torture.
The moment he woke up, he immediately booked a plane ticket back to China. It was also then that he realized that the … once Baker family had been renamed …
“Mr. Xiao, welcome back!” A cheer as he walked out of the passageway pulled his thoughts back completely. He raised his eyes and saw his once familiar subordinates standing there holding up a sign with his English name, waving at him enthusiastically.
For a moment, it was as if he had fallen into a time warp. Thinking of a long, long time ago, there was once a person standing in that same position, holding that same sign …
His mind wandered and he frowned.
“President!” Feng saw that he didn’t look well and asked, “Is everything alright?”
“It’s fine.” He waved his hand lightly and righted himself before saying, “Let’s go.”
…
Getting in the car, he remained speechless, just quietly looking out the window.
Eight months is not a long time, but after lying down for such a long time, seeing this again, he always feels like it’s a lifetime ago.
The atmosphere around them was somewhat condensed, and everyone in the car was silent.
“Is she … okay these eight months?” Jerry Xiao didn’t know how he could ask out of the blue in a situation like this.
It had been fifteen days since he woke up, and he hadn’t opened his mouth with Feng to ask a single word about her. He was afraid to hear the word ‘hate’. He can only let those remorse and self-blame, a little bit of gnawing his heart.
Enough to endure half a month before returning here, the urge to know everything about her and the child finally trumped all trepidation.
Afon obviously didn’t expect him to ask this question all of a sudden either. The first moment he was awake, he couldn’t even speak completely, but he asked to book a plane ticket back to China. When he held his first meeting at the headquarters, he even had to rely on a wheelchair, but he asked to return to China as the executive president.
All of this, who knows the reason. Here, there are people he can not let go of … Whether he is in a coma for a few months, he can not let go of …
Perhaps, in this life, there is no way to let go.
“Secretary Baker is long gone from the country.” Afon replied.
Jerry Xiao froze for a split second and turned his face to look at him with a look that seemed to chastise him for not saying anything until now.
“Where is she now?” He realized that his heart, which had once gone into shock, was beginning to beat actively again.
“In Qatar. Now working under Mrs. Shamli.”
“Mrs. Shamli?” Jerry Xiao looked at Feng searchingly, “You mean Mrs. Shamli who has five natural gas development companies and eight oil extraction sites in Qatar?”
“That’s right, that’s exactly her.” Afon struggled to rummage through the vast amount of information he had stored in his mind, “And, we, MY Group, happen to have a new gas project going on in Doha. When the time comes, there might be cooperation with Mrs. Shamli.”
Jerry Xiao supported his lower jaw with one hand and looked out the window through the car window. In a flash, and she, and the child, surprisingly has been so far away from each other …
The heart that was still leaping, for a moment, felt a little empty. It was just, well, his thoughts, his hang-ups, had a renewed direction …
There was a moment of silence before he turned his head to ask Feng, “This project, now that someone has been assigned to be in charge of it?”
“Aye. A team has already taken the lead to go over and survey the area.”
Jerry Xiao nodded, “Leave it to me and follow up directly.”
“No way, President!” Ah Feng almost subconsciously denied such a decision. Jerry Xiao pursed his lips and looked at him with dark and gloomy eyes. Ah Feng said, “If you just want to go to see Zoey, I’ll just book a plane ticket for you. But going to follow up on the project is absolutely not okay.”
“I’m not going to die there.” Jerry Xiao spoke faintly, a sentence spoken in a clouded tone, as if he were merely talking about the day’s weather.
“Madame explained to me that the president cannot be left to his own devices. Besides, a climate as bad as that over there is not suitable for the president.”
Jerry Xiao didn’t seem to want to dwell too much on these topics with him, and only faintly instructed, “In a moment, send all the information of the project to my mailbox.”
“President, you really can’t go!” After eight months, after waking up, his body was already fragile to the point of being unbearable.
“I have something in mind.” Jerry Xiao had obviously made up his mind, he wouldn’t abuse his body, but, he didn’t want to miss the opportunity either. He was afraid that, in the future, he would regret …
Doha.
It’s not too cold for the season in this city, crisp and cool, just the right temperature.
Zoey stood by the window, staring out of it in disbelief as night fell over the bustling city.
When she came over eight months ago, everything here was unfamiliar, and while it was new, it made her feel that uneasy, that she didn’t feel like she belonged at all.
Good thing there are kids, Owen , and parents …
However, the harsh weather here was not something the elders could handle. So, after a month, the elders shifted back home.
She figured it was time for her to go back in a little while …
“Zoey .” Owen Baker knocks at the door. Zoey draws back and pulls the door open and Owen is standing right outside. He was out for a very formal occasion today, so he was wearing a white robe like the locals. The turban has been removed and is held casually in his hand.
I don’t know how many times I’ve seen him dressed like this, but Zoey can’t help but smile.
KK was originally lying in bed asleep, but now he also woke up, squinted his eyes and surveyed his uncle, muttering, “Uncle dressed like this is also handsome!”
Zoey and Owen are laughing.
Nini rolled over and looked at the two adults before muttering, “Zoey , next time Nini will wear a robe too.”
“I know, okay, go to sleep.” Zoey coaxed them both gently before following Owen out.
“Mom’s looking for you, in the study.” Owen pointed upstairs.
Zoey nodded, “I’ll be going up then, so hurry up and take a shower, it’s getting late, get some rest early.”
“Yeah, got it.” Owen responded, and Zoey headed upstairs.
Zoey knocked softly on the door, “Godmother, it’s me!”
“Zoey , come in.” Mrs. Shamli’s voice sounded in the study. Zoey just walked in. Mrs. Shamli married a rich Qatari businessman ten years ago, but after two years of marriage, the businessman died. Leaving her with this rich foundation.
Though she had been here for 10 years, Mrs. Shamli didn’t wear traditional robes like the locals, but rather was dressed no differently than she was at home. Elegant blouses, subdued skirts – she didn’t care how bad such an outfit looked to others.
“Godmother, busy this late?” Zoey takes a seat on the couch in front of the desk.
Mrs. Cenri closed her computer, “I just sent you an email about a project with a domestic company for natural gas.”
“Am I in charge as usual?”