Three days later.

Ji Changmu had already booked a flight back to New York. Tong Qian originally wanted to go back with him, but she couldn't book the same flight, so she had to give up.

Before leaving, he also took care of the affairs of his mother's office and told several vice presidents that if there were any similar calls from overseas, they would call the police or call him as soon as possible.

He came back in a hurry, he didn't have much luggage, and he asked the driver to take him to the airport without much packing.

He received the little girl's birthday gift, a gilded purple-pink box that was exquisite and small. He opened a candy and ate it, it was orange flavored.

On the plane, Ji Changmu sat by the window, looking at the surging clouds and mist outside the window with tired eyes, and the fragrance of candy lingered in his mouth.

Next week is the New Year.

Maybe it was because he was too tired during this period. Ji Changmu always felt tired and lethargic, and many times he would even fall asleep sitting in front of the computer.

He rubbed his temples, sat sleepily in his seat, and closed his eyes.

He has long been accustomed to spending the New Year alone in a foreign country, and this year's New Year is no surprise to him.

It snowed on New Year's Eve.

Ji Changmu gave employees a few days off, and he would pay overtime pay to those who were willing to work overtime.

Lewis was tired for more than half a month. He didn't come to work on New Year's Eve and went on a date with his girlfriend.

Ji Changmu stayed in the CEO's office until noon before going back.

Sister Cui prepared the ingredients and fireworks as usual. A few days ago, she asked Ji Changmu if she wanted to buy new window grilles and put them on. Although she didn't have the habit of putting up window grilles at home, she put them up last year.

Last year it was Miss Qiao who posted it together with her.

Time flies so fast, Sister Cui hasn't seen that person for a long time, and she can't figure out the relationship between Mr. Ji and her.

But Ji Changmu said no need. Since last year's ones didn't fade, there was no need to take them off, just keep them.

Sister Cui followed them one by one.

At noon on New Year's Eve, the gray sky began to snow.

Ji Changmu had not prepared anything. He always regarded this day as an ordinary day, but today... he felt a little lonely in his heart, like a lonely boat anchored on a deep island, not knowing when to return.

He sat in the teahouse in the afternoon, cooking a pot of Dahongpao, and sat there for half a day.

The tea room was dimly lit, with slowly falling snow flakes outside the window. Beyond was his courtyard, which was deep and his favorite cypress bonsai had not been taken care of for some time and looked too depressed.

The room was very warm, and Ji Changmu sat in front of the mahogany window wearing the black turtleneck he wore when going out during the day, feeling tired.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier. At two or three o'clock in the afternoon, Ji Changmu practiced some calligraphy on rice paper. He felt very uncomfortable. He put his hands on the wooden table and his dizziness did not relieve. He called the driver.

Went to the hospital.

Despite holding on, Ji Changmu started to have a high fever before reaching the hospital.

He was always in good health, but this time he was still exhausted from running back and forth, and his fever persisted.

After Sister Cui also heard the news, she immediately rushed to the hospital with a few servants. Ji Changmu had already been admitted to the ward. Although she had a fever, when she saw Sister Cui, she still told her not to let anyone know.

Sister Cui understands, especially if Mrs. Yang doesn't know.

Ji Changmu had a severe fever. The temperature was very high. He took anti-fever injections and applied cold towels, but the fever still didn't go away after an hour.

Sister Cui was very anxious, but she had no choice but to stay in the ward to take care of Ji Changmu.
Chapter completed!