"Uncle Zhao, Aunt Zhao, long time no see." Rong Kuo approached President Zhao and Mrs. Zhao, handing over the gift he brought, "Sorry, I just heard about President Zhao and Mrs. Zhao’s anniversary tonight, so I hurriedly came to disturb. It’s just a small token, I hope you won’t mind."
"We don’t mind, President Rong. It’s thoughtful of you." President Zhao accepted the gift with a smile, noticing that the President of Jixing addressed him differently from others.
Others called him President Zhao, but the President of Jixing addressed him as Uncle Zhao.
The closeness was evident.
"President Rong, we might be getting old, and our memory is not great. Could you tell us when we first met? I really can’t recall anything." Mrs. Zhao was quite fond of the polite young man in front of her.
"It’s normal that Uncle Zhao and Aunt Zhao don’t recognize me anymore. To be honest, it’s been almost twenty years since we last met." Rong Kuo said, shaking his head slightly, "I have a younger sister named Rong Qingqing. When we were kids, Uncle Zhao and Aunt Zhao looked after us for a few days, and I’ve always been very grateful." Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵※𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮※𝓷𝓮𝓽
Seeing that President Zhao and Mrs. Zhao still didn’t remember, Rong Kuo explained more clearly.
"Twenty years ago, in Ming City, Uncle Zhao and Aunt Zhao bought our house. Later, my sister had some issues, and after I took her back, it was Uncle Zhao and Aunt Zhao who took us in."
As soon as Rong Kuo said this, President Zhao and Mrs. Zhao immediately remembered.
Mrs. Zhao looked pleasantly surprised, "Little Kuo! You’re Little Kuo! My gosh, you’ve grown so much in the blink of an eye? You’re already the President of Jixing?"
"Where’s your sister? Why didn’t she come with you? How is Qingqing’s health now?" President Zhao raised his hand and patted Rong Kuo on the arm, "Afterward, where did you and your sister go? Your aunt and I kept waiting for you, but we never saw the two of you siblings again."
President Zhao was full of emotions, "When our family moved away from Ming City, we even sent people to look for you, but we couldn’t find you. We couldn’t bear to sell the house in Ming City, just in case you came back one day and couldn’t get in. Your aunt and I wanted to give the house to you, so you and your sister could move in."
Mrs. Zhao looked at how tall Rong Kuo had grown, thinking about the siblings standing at the Zhao family’s villa door, Qingqing was just over five years old at the time, and her eyes reddened.
"After all these years, your Uncle Zhao and I often think about the two of you siblings." Mrs. Zhao said, "Where’s your sister? Why didn’t you bring her along? That child must be 23 now, right? Is she in college?"
"Qingqing graduated from college many years ago, we’ve been skipping grades since elementary school, so we graduated early. After graduation, she also joined Jixing." Only then did Rong Kuo talk about his sister Rong Qingqing’s current situation.
"Recently, she got sick and became a vegetative state. She’s still in the hospital now, but I will eventually wake her up. When she wakes up, I’ll bring her to see Uncle Zhao and Aunt Zhao."
As soon as Rong Kuo finished speaking, the expressions of President Zhao and Mrs. Zhao visibly changed.
Mrs. Zhao nearly cried out of heartbreak.
"Are you still in Ming City? When will you be going back? We’ll go back with you, and we’ll visit your sister." Mrs. Zhao said, "That child is so lovable. I ache when I think of how she was at our home when she was young."
"Did your sister’s condition improve afterwards?" President Zhao asked.
"She got much better. Don’t be fooled by her silence during those days at your place. Once she recovered, she became lively again. Without supervision for a single day, she would cause a ruckus. After graduation, she joined the company, and her department became her little kingdom. Throughout the company, her department is the liveliest."