Zhuang Qinglan was still crying uncontrollably, a series of gasps and sobs.
Zhuang Qisheng thought of Zhuang Qinglan's unreasonable demands, which once again frustrated him.
At this point, merely staying alive was commendable. Yet, she was still preoccupied with miscellaneous things. Was she truly weary of her life?
Thinking of life-preservation, had he now fulfilled what Chu Jinnian initially entrusted him with?
If it was indeed so, then he, too, had redeemed himself through service. Could he also ask Chu Jinnian whether his position could be preserved...?
This was a lucrative post; one would hold on to it for as long as possible, seizing advantages wherever they surfaced. It required thick skin and frequent inquiries. Waiting for others to bestow favors was not an option.
Zhuang Qisheng made up his mind, hurriedly moving to the study to prepare a letter to Chu Jinnian.
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After the Mid-Autumn Festival, the autumnal atmosphere grew increasingly prominent day by day.