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"Isn't this Huo Jincheng's phone?"
"Is this Mrs. Huo?" The female voice on the other end quickly recognized Jian Yunong. "Mr. Huo is currently taking a shower; you might want to call back later."
"Oh, I see."
Jian Yunong felt that something was a bit off.
"Is there something you need? It's late at night in Prague, right? If there's anything, I can pass it on to Mr. Huo." Secretary Ye's voice remained gentle and composed as always.
"Um... nothing important."
She couldn't possibly say that she hadn't contacted Huo Jincheng for a long time and just wanted to hear his voice.
"Are you all working until dawn again?"
"Pretty much."
"Is it that busy lately?"
"There are quite a few things going on. There's no way around it. The group is preparing for its IPO, and Mr. Huo has been preparing for this listing on Nasdaq for three years now. Mr. Huo and the entire team are working very hard."
Jian Yunong didn't quite understand these management matters. If she hadn't married Huo Jincheng, she might just be an ordinary White-Collar Worker, working nine to five in a cubicle, calculating what to eat after work, dealing with being scolded at the office, and having to stay late to finish a project before the deadline.
A white-collar worker wouldn't be involved in strategic decision-making at the company; she wouldn't know that the lofty Huo Jincheng could be this busy.
Who said that rich second-generation kids only spend their days partying and dating women, preferring beauty over power?
Those are just plotlines in a novel, merely wishful thinking.
"Mrs. Huo, don't think too much. Mr. Huo is really very busy," Secretary Ye gently comforted over the phone.
"Okay, I'm going to sleep now."
Jian Yunong knew she couldn't help Huo Jincheng; all she could do was not be a burden to him by being by his side.
With depression and psychological barriers, Jian Yunong needed more than just time.
During this period, she had come into contact with many patients suffering from depression. They struggled to survive in this noisy world, desperately wanting to live, and had created a group chat on their phones.
Every day, they would chat for a few moments.
It is difficult for those who have never experienced this illness to empathize with those who have serious psychological issues. The only ones who can truly understand their struggles are probably those who are similar.
"I hope that when I wake up tomorrow, my first thought will be, ah, it's another beautiful day. Instead of feeling annoyed that I'm still alive."
"It will be. I hope for that every day too. Although it's hard to feel good when awake, my sleep relies on medication."
Jian Yunong couldn't help but interject, "Didn't we agree to be each other's angels? Why are we starting to go off track?"
If they continued down that path, everyone would start turning it into a pity party, each one more miserable than the last.
Jian Yunong remained optimistic. "Good night. Saying good night to everyone every day is truly a happy thing."
Because it meant that everyone had conquered their illness for another day.
Perhaps the chances of healing have increased a bit?
"Good night, Little Angel."
"Good night, little fairy."
"Good night, the handsome one is already lying in bed, while the ugly one is still playing on the phone."
"Good night."
"Peace."
"See you tomorrow."
The group chat returned to calm.
However, Jian Yunong was a bit restless. Holding her phone, she felt the need to do something, so she went online to search for news about Huo Group, scrolling through one article after another.
Although they were not together for now, Jian Yunong still hoped that there wouldn't be too much distance between her and him.
Huo Jincheng had recently made more public appearances, looking sharp in his tailored suit, making others appear as beautiful as jade.
The headlines used by the media were also quite interesting: the most handsome CEO, the new national husband, legs that reach the sky, and benefits for lip enthusiasts.
This truly was an era of beauty, as well as an era of handsome men.
For those who looked good, piling on adjectives was never excessive.
Jian Yunong took a screenshot casually, at least she could look at it when there was nothing to do.
At that moment, the group, which had been silent, suddenly sent out notifications.
"Is anyone there?"
"What should I do if I've taken too much Diphenhydramine?"
"I'm feeling very tight in my chest and having difficulty breathing."
"I accidentally took four pills."
Jian Yunong was momentarily stunned; shouldn't someone in this situation go see a doctor? Asking for help in the group?
Everyone in the group was a patient!
While Jian Yunong was typing, another person chimed in; it seemed there were quite a few night owls. "Drinking some milk should help a bit."
Jian Yunong was furious. "Go to the hospital!"
The suggestions everyone gave were unprofessional.
Taking medication is not something to joke about.
A fellow patient named Little Wave sent a message, "I don't want to see a doctor."
Jian Yunong was really exasperated; now she finally understood how Huo Jincheng felt when she refused to see a doctor back then.
"Where are you? I'll go to the hospital with you." Jian Yunong glanced at the information on someone called Little Wave, which happened to show in Prague.
"I have experience. This amount of medicine won't kill me. I almost committed suicide before, so I know how much it takes to end my life."
Jian Yunong's hands trembled as she typed, "Don't joke around! Hurry up and tell me! I'll go to the hospital with you right now. The past is the past; we didn't know each other then. But now we're in this small circle together, and we promised to encourage each other to heal!"
This is not just about saving someone else; it's also about saving herself!
She wanted to see hope, not these terrifying and paralyzing negative messages.
There was silence on the other end.
Jian Yunong grew anxious, fearing that she might lose consciousness. "Little Wave! If you don't speak up soon, we're going to call the police!"
Five seconds later, Little Wave finally responded with a location.
Jian Yunong went out late at night; the streets of Prague were empty.
The tourist city slept particularly soundly at this hour.
Only her hurried footsteps echoed through the streets.
The location showed it was very close, just across a river.
She ran over but didn't see Little Wave; instead, she found a young boy sitting on the ground.
Jian Yunong looked down and messaged, "I'm at the entrance. Come down."
Beep beep beep, at the same time the message was sent out, a light shone from the boy.
In the next second, he raised his head and met Jian Yunong's gaze.
“Little Wave?”
“Elder Brother?”
The internet is truly a magical thing; it can conceal age, appearance, height, and even gender.
Both Jian Yunong and this boy were lying.
The name that sounds cute, Little Wave, actually belongs to a boy with a somewhat cold demeanor.
On the other hand, the name that sounds a bit sleazy, Elder Brother, is actually a round-faced soft boy.
Jian Yunong touched his nose and walked over to squat in front of him, writing in English, “How are you feeling now?”
“I just had some milk, and I feel a bit better,” the boy replied in English.
“Can you stand up by yourself?” Jian Yunong asked while holding his hand and giving it a firm squeeze. “Hang in there; the doctor is already on the way.”
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