The Xie couple stayed in Nancheng for only one more day before setting off back to Country Y.
Xie Chengnan and Jiang Yuan ended their vacation early. One packed his bags for a business trip, while the other buried himself at home writing programs for the National Security Bureau.
On the day Nanyuan Technology signed the contract with Taikang:
Jiang Yuan returned from the airport carrying the chill of the outdoors. The moment he stepped through the door, he asked Xie Chengnan urgently, "Has Freesia been sent over?"
To the sound of mechanical whirring, a projection screen was slowly lowering. Xie Chengnan stood up and pulled his young lover, whom he hadn't seen for days, into his arms with a sigh. "I thought you rushed back today because you missed me."
"I missed you, I missed you, of course I missed you." The young master Jiang tilted his head up and gave his boyfriend a hard nip on the cheek. After the bite, he busied himself with more questions: "Is it about to start?" His mind was clearly elsewhere, and his attempt at coaxing was devoid of sincerity.
Of the two people in the living room, one was like an old house on fire, while the other showed no intention of adding fuel to the flames.
Jiang Yuan tilted his head back and gulped down half a bottle of water, his eyes glued to the newly lit projection screen.
The screen was divided into thirty small windows, corresponding to the thirty small robots Nanyuan Technology had sent to the Taikang Sanatorium. They were currently following the sanatorium's nurses toward different areas.
Freesia, classified as a top-tier model, was undoubtedly assigned to the villa district.
Xie Chengnan sat to the side, seriously peeling an apple. Once finished, he sliced it into even pieces, arranged them neatly on a plate, and pushed it toward Jiang Yuan. "Don't be anxious; eat some fruit first. I've already pre-loaded Uncle Fu's photo into their recognition systems. If a robot comes into contact with him, the terminal will automatically lock onto the target and transmit the footage back."
Hearing this, Jiang Yuan finally stopped staring at the screen. He reached up to loosen his tie and unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt. "Then I'll go take a shower first. Call me if there's a discovery."
General Manager Jiang, having delegated the task, headed upstairs with his luggage. To his surprise, he had barely stepped into the bathroom when a certain shameless individual followed him in.
"Out, get out." Jiang Yuan pushed the old rogue toward the door while clutching his pajamas. "We have serious business today, don't mess around."
Professor Xie argued righteously, "Today is only the first day. Even if we find Uncle Fu, we can only sit tight. Watching a recorded playback later is the same."
According to their plan, today was mainly about using the introductions from the sanatorium staff to legitimize the small robots' presence. No matter how vigilant those two special caregivers were, they would never imagine that a service provided by the sanatorium itself would be problematic.
The two hadn't seen each other for nearly a week. General Manager Jiang put up a weak resistance before half-heartedly giving in.
By the time they returned to the living room, it was already eight o'clock in the evening. Xie Chengnan placed a bowl of pre-simmered soup on the coffee table. He fed his boyfriend the soup while having Jason pull up the playback.
Jiang Yuan's spirits lifted. "It really is Uncle Fu."
Their luck was good. Five small robots had been assigned to the villa district, and the person they were looking for happened to be among Freesia's assigned clients.
A young nurse from Taikang held out a brochure and introduced, "Mr. Ren, this is a new service our sanatorium is about to launch: medical robot companion services. Since you are a VIP client of our company, we are providing a free seven-day trial service. We hope you find it satisfactory."
Two caregivers stood guard nearby. One of them, a taller man, stepped forward to take the brochure. After flipping through it to ensure there were no issues, he handed it to the elderly man sitting in a rattan chair.
The brochure was very professionally made. It not only detailed the specific services and fee standards for the robots but also gave a special introduction to the supplier, Nanyuan Technology.
A full page of research achievements and technical patents proved that the small robots provided by the sanatorium possessed the most advanced technical support and reliable safety stability.
Uncle Fu's gaze paused for a split second when he saw Nanyuan Technology's corporate credentials, but he turned the page as if nothing had happened.
Jiang Yuan suddenly sat bolt upright in Xie Chengnan's arms. "Jason, go back thirty seconds. Zoom in on the target's face, slow-motion playback."
[Received.]
The way Uncle Fu leafed through the brochure was scrutinized again. Under the deliberately slowed-down lens, every micro-expression was infinitely magnified.
Xie Chengnan noticed that when Uncle Fu turned to the page about Nanyuan Technology, his pupils constricted sharply. He had clearly seen something that shocked him.
Jiang Yuan picked up an identical brochure from the coffee table and read the same page from beginning to end. Finally, he rested his finger on a line of text: *President Mr. Xie Chengnan returned to the country to found Nanyuan Technology...*
"Do you think Uncle Fu remembers you?" Jiang Yuan tapped the brochure in his hand. "Nothing else should have caused such a visible reaction."
"The possibility can't be ruled out." Xie Chengnan looked at the frozen frame on the projection, seemingly deep in thought. After a moment, he instructed Jason, "Jason, identify the newspaper next to the target."
Jason: [Based on the layout content search, it is today's Nancheng Daily.]
"Adjust the plan." Xie Chengnan picked up his phone and called Shen Qinian. "Help me contact the Nancheng Daily. I need the interview layout for tomorrow's edition."
"At this hour?" Vice President Shen sounded like he was losing his mind. "It's already this late! Even if you buy the layout, there's no time to do an interview!"
Xie Chengnan checked the time. "Twenty minutes. Get in touch with their editors. I'll write the draft myself and send it to you once it's done. The only requirement is that it makes it into tomorrow's paper. They can name their price."
"..." Stunned by his friend's rare display of using money to bulldoze a path, Vice President Shen could only compromise. "Fine, I'll contact you once it's settled."
Jiang Yuan nimbly ran upstairs to fetch his laptop, asking curiously, "What are you going to write?"
"A personal interview." Xie Chengnan rolled up his sleeves and smiled at his boyfriend. "I'll write some entrepreneurial insights and casually mention a bit about our relationship history. If Uncle Fu really remembers me, he should be able to guess our connection."
Jiang Yuan rested his chin on his hand, watching him write the draft. In less than twenty minutes, a professional-grade interview draft was sitting in Xie Chengnan's email. Even the "private goods" mixed in seemed perfectly natural.
The young master Jiang marveled, "Mr. Xie, your skill points are quite well-rounded."
Xie Chengnan smiled dismissively. "I watched a lot of financial interviews before starting the company. The patterns are basically the same. Once you have a ready-made framework, you just fill it with the appropriate content."
Having been crushed by high IQ once again, the young master Jiang could only offer a fragrant kiss to express his admiration for his boyfriend.
The next day, when Freesia went over, Uncle Fu was indeed reading that day's Nancheng Daily again.
Jason quickly provided feedback: [He is reading Nan's personal interview.]
Jiang Yuan sat on the carpet observing Uncle Fu's expression. He noticed that the old man's originally steady hands were trembling slightly; he seemed quite emotional.
Perhaps fearing the caregivers would notice, Uncle Fu closed the newspaper and folded it twice. Only after ensuring the content inside couldn't be seen did he place the paper on the side table.
Only after doing this did he turn his gaze toward Freesia, who was currently explaining today's medical treatment content to the caregivers.
After reviewing today's treatment list, the caregiver turned and handed the slip to Uncle Fu. His attitude wasn't exactly respectful, but it wasn't malicious either.
Uncle Fu adjusted his reading glasses and said, as if talking to himself, "So many tests. Do we have to go to the hospital?"
Freesia spoke with a beaming smile: [No need! Freesia can complete all these tests alone.]
Hearing that they didn't have to leave the villa, the caregiver nearby seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. Uncle Fu, however, looked faintly disappointed.
Freesia performed the tests according to the normal procedure, deliberately dragging out the time.
The caregiver waited for a long while before saying impatiently, "Not done yet?"
Freesia continued to smile: [Please wait a moment, testing is still in progress.]
The two people and one machine stayed quietly for an hour. Eventually, the caregiver was the first to lose patience; he stood up and went outside to smoke.
The moment he left, Freesia lowered its volume and said to Uncle Fu: [Do you have hypoglycemia?]
Uncle Fu froze. He didn't have low blood sugar; on the contrary, he was slightly diabetic.
Before he could answer, Freesia continued: [You can eat some sweets. If you don't like sweets, you can ask the chef to add some sugar to your green vegetables~]
Hearing this sentence, Uncle Fu's expression turned to one of shock and bewilderment. He couldn't help but glance toward the door. Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he whispered in a trembling voice, "My young master... used to like adding sugar to his green vegetables..."
Freesia smiled back: [Children can't eat too many sweets~ If you eat too much sugar, the tooth-worm babies will use magic to turn your little white teeth into little black teeth~]
Uncle Fu's clouded eyes suddenly welled with tears. These were the words he had once said to the young master. The robot's illogical mention of hypoglycemia was clearly a pretext to start the conversation.
Uncle Fu stole a glance at the caregiver smoking in the courtyard, then looked at the Nancheng Daily by his hand. He seemed to have made a certain resolution.
He lowered his voice and said rapidly, "Take a message to the young master. Tell him the Madam hid some very important evidence. It's related to the Master."
After speaking, he looked at the small robot before him, somewhat uncertain if the other party could understand.
Freesia enthusiastically switched into underground agent mode: [Where is the item?]
Uncle Fu paused and quickly replied, "I don't know. I only know it's not at the Jiang house. The Master has never been able to find it."
Freesia asked one last question: [Why did Jiang Kunbo lock you up here?]
The old man's dry lips moved, and he finally spoke the secret he had hidden for years, the secret for which he had lost his freedom: "The day the Madam committed suicide... the Master... the Master could have saved her... I wanted to call an ambulance, but the Master stopped me..."
On this side of the projection, a water cup that had just been picked up crashed to the floor, rolling a distance away.
Jiang Yuan remained frozen in the posture of someone about to take a drink, his mind blank, his ears ringing.
A gloomy winter day, a boy kneeling on the floor tiles wailing, and a lifeless corpse in the bathtub—the past surged forth like a thunderclap.
In his memory, the man with a face full of grief turned around. The sorrowful expression gradually faded from his face, finally freezing into a cold, sinister mask.
He had said: "A-Yuan, don't cry. Your mother is free now."
She had been freed from day after day of depression and insomnia in the most extreme way.
He had once thought that was the most painful memory of his youth, but he never imagined that such a painful memory was already a sugar-coated illusion...
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