Unbridled, Depraved

Chapter 190: Mom's Homemade Chicken Soup

In the stairwell of the hospital, the air was filled with the scent of disinfectant and a faint smell of tobacco. The two smells intertwined to form a unique atmosphere.

He Yang stood by the ventilation window, holding a cigarette between his fingers. His facial features were a little blurry in the smoke.

Xie Jincheng stood beside him and said slowly, "Tomorrow, you should still follow the original plan and take an earlier flight to Myanmar. When you get there, find the person who will pick you up and get the documents, and then someone will send you back."

He Yang stood quietly in front of the window, gazing at the scenery outside, his brows slightly furrowed.

He took a deep puff of the cigarette in his hand, the smoke rose up and then slowly dissipated in the air.

"Ok, I know."

His eyes looked somewhat deep, as if he was thinking about something.

"But this operation is being monitored by people above us. When the time comes, these documents will be directly handed over to the government. If they involve confidential projects within your company, it may have a significant negative impact on Yi Hai."

Hearing this, Xie Jincheng's lips curled up slightly and he smiled calmly.

"As long as we can completely eliminate those termites, it doesn't matter even if it requires some cost. The reason why Yi Hai has been able to reach this point today is not only based on stock prices and profits, but more importantly, reputation and principles."

"Besides, since I was able to bring Yi Hai back to life once, I can bring it back to life a second time."

After hearing this, He Yang felt relieved.

He knew that Xie Jincheng always did things in a thorough and meticulous manner, without leaving any loopholes. It seemed that he had already planned out this operation and was confident of success.

Xie Jincheng patted He Yang's shoulder gently and said, "As I said before, you must pay attention to safety. The situation in Myanmar is complicated. You must be careful and don't take it lightly."

"Don't worry, I cherish my life very much now."

He Yang nodded, and gently put out the burnt cigarette in his hand on the windowsill.

The moment the cigarette butt touched the windowsill, a slight "hiss" sound was heard, and then it turned into a wisp of smoke and dissipated.

He turned around and looked at Xie Jincheng with a gentle smile.

"Shi Yue is pregnant. I plan to step back and spend more time with her after this mission is completed."

A hint of surprise flashed across Xie Jincheng's eyes, and then turned into joy: "Shi Yue is pregnant? When did it happen?"

He Yang's face was filled with a happy smile: "Last time, after Shi Yue and I reconciled, we had it."

"Congratulations! I didn't expect that you would be the first among us to become a father."

He Yang's face was filled with happiness and joy, and he smiled and responded: "Yes, it's fate. We tried to get pregnant so many times before but failed. This time, we didn't expect that we would get pregnant."

Xie Jincheng looked at He Yang's excitement and couldn't help but teasing him, "Your wife is pregnant now, so you should quit smoking, right? Look at me, I'm so self-conscious."

He Yang burst into laughter: "Ah, yes, yes! Brothers, you are the most self-disciplined."

Then he stopped smiling and said seriously, "But I have already started to quit smoking. Everything has a process! I promised Shi Yue that after I finish this pack of cigarettes, I will never smoke again."

Xie Jincheng looked at the cigarette box in He Yang's hand. There were only three cigarettes left in it. He pondered for a moment and slowly said, "We must pay attention to safety during this operation. Safety comes first in everything. Do you understand?"

He Yang nodded solemnly: "I asked Shi Yue to take a year-end leave. I'll ask you to take care of her for me while I'm away."

"Don't worry, I will."

......

The next day at noon, Shi Yue sent He Yang to the airport. As soon as they left, Xiao Chengzhou and Xu Shuqin came to the hospital to visit Shen Qianhe.

When they came, they also brought a bowl of chicken soup.

Walking into the VIP ward, Xu Shuqin first noticed the pale-faced Shen Qianhe lying on the bed.

She walked quickly to the bed, sat down gently, and asked with concern: "Qianhe, how do you feel today?"

Shen Qianhe opened his eyes slightly and felt a little dazed when he saw Xu Shuqin and Xiao Chengzhou.

"Auntie, I feel much better. The doctor said I can be discharged from the hospital after a few more days of recovery?"

Xu Shuqin felt relieved when she heard Shen Qianhe say this.

She gently patted the back of Shen Qianhe's hand and said, "That's good, that's good. Look, I specially made chicken soup for you. I asked the doctor, you can drink some soup now to nourish your body."

As Xu Shuqin gently unscrewed the lid of the thermos, the rich and tempting aroma of chicken soup instantly filled the entire ward.

The aroma is mouth-watering with a hint of chicken sweetness and a light herbal aroma.

Xie Jincheng considerately moved Shen Qianhe's bed slightly upwards so that she could sit more comfortably.

Xiao Chengzhou smiled and added, "This chicken soup was made by you...your aunt herself. She even refused to let the servants help her! She made it especially for you. Even I have never tasted the soup she made. You are in for a treat."

After hearing what Xiao Chengzhou said, Xu Shuqin couldn't help but glared at him in reproach, and retorted with a smile: "Come on, who ate most of the chicken in the chicken soup? And who secretly drank two large bowls before leaving, and almost drank Qianhe's share?"

Xiao Chengzhou was exposed by Xu Shuqin. He touched his nose awkwardly and said with a smile: "This chicken soup is so delicious. I couldn't help but drink a little more. Honey, come to think of it, you have never made soup specially for me!"

Xu Shuqin smiled and responded, "Qianhe needs nutrition now, why are you joining in the fun? There are so many chefs and nannies at home, if you want to drink it, ask them to make it for you."

Xiao Chengzhou retorted unyieldingly: "No, I want to drink what you make."

Watching the two people bickering, Shen Qianhe felt a warm feeling in his heart.

She was very happy. Being able to drink the chicken soup cooked by her mother again was an indescribable happiness.

Xie Jincheng originally wanted to feed Shen Qianhe the soup, but Xu Shuqin came over with the bowl of soup, sat down beside the bed and wanted to feed her.

She scooped a spoonful of golden chicken soup from the bowl, blew away the hot steam carefully, and handed it to Shen Qianhe's mouth.

Shen Qianhe opened her mouth slightly, and a mouthful of delicious chicken soup slid into her throat. The familiar taste instantly awakened her long-lost memories.

She closed her eyes and savored the bowl of chicken soup, as if she was back to the days when her mother made soup for her when she was a child.

Xu Shuqin felt very happy when she saw Shen Qianhe's satisfied expression.

She asked expectantly, "Is it delicious?"

Shen Qianhe opened her eyes and nodded vigorously, tears glistening in her eyes: "It tastes good, just as good as the one my mom makes."

Hearing Shen Qianhe's praise, Xu Shuqin smiled brightly, and said gently, "If you like, Auntie will make soup for you every day in the future, okay?"

Shen Qianhe was flattered, and drank a bowl of soup with tears in her eyes: "Is it really okay?"

"Why not? I have nothing to do at home every day, so I still have time to make soup for you. As long as you don't mind your aunt's cooking, it's fine."

Shen Qianhe looked at the familiar woman in front of him, his voice choked up: "Then...thank you, auntie!"