Play fast and fast, eat up the love brain in one bite

Chapter 184: Warlord Young Commander vs. Shanghai's No. 1 Socialite 8

The chicken soup that had been stewed for four or five hours early in the morning was put into a thermos bucket.

This was what the Third Aunt asked the family chef to prepare for Chun Nianren last night when she knew that Shen Tingzhou was injured, and told her to bring it with her when she went to visit Shen Tingzhou.

As soon as Shen Tingzhou entered the hospital, people who wanted to visit him tried their best to get in, but the one who was able to go was not in a hurry at all.

In the restaurant of the main building, there are lilies in the vase on the long Western-style table, fresh with water droplets hanging on them.

It was rare for Chunnian people to have breakfast here, drinking chicken soup. The chicken stewed with Codonopsis pilosula had a rich flavor, with the medicinal aroma of Angelica sinensis and Astragalus membranaceus, and a few hints of wolfberry.

Chun Juntang held a knife and fork in his hand, leaning his elbows on the table to talk to Chun Nianren, which was like a meeting at home.

"What do you think? During the discussion between the two parties, Xianlin's skills, style, and vision have shown him to be a leader. How can a golden scalen stay in a pond? Feelings can be cultivated. It depends on whether you are willing or not."

This time, Shen Tingzhou went to Peking to attend the talks as a representative of the Shanghai faction, which indeed allowed all parties to witness his iron fist and realize that Shen Tingzhou was already capable of standing on his own, and Shen Zhongqing was also delegating power.

The future top leader of the Shanghai clique has already stood at a turning point in history. His direction is crucial to the development of history and the future of the nation.

Chun Nianren had almost finished drinking, put down the spoon, stood up, picked up the thermos bucket beside him, and smiled slightly.

"Dad, this is a new era, and we value free love. I have thought about this matter. I am full, so take your time."

When it comes to Shen Tingzhou's affairs, she refuses to talk more.

Chun Juntang looked at her back as she left swiftly, sighed and shook his head.

The third concubine smiled and advised, "I think you should not get involved in this matter. The eldest daughter has had her own ideas since she was young, and she is so outstanding. I have seen that from Peking to Shanghai, no daughter can compare with our eldest daughter. Let the younger generation get along with each other and they will definitely succeed! You keep asking them about it every day, doesn't it seem that our family can't wait to marry off our daughter..."

Shen Tingzhou only stayed in the hospital for three days and moved to his villa in the suburbs after being discharged.

Jiang Dingbei stood by the window and could see the garden lawn outside the villa and a lake next to it.

In late summer, the willows sway over the water, creating a really nice environment.

"Hey, the environment here is pretty good, but why do you live in the suburbs instead of the Governor's Mansion?"

“Pure.”

Shen Tingzhou sat against the head of the bed, flipping through an English book, and his words were cold and brief.

“Purity is purity.”

Jiang Dingbei said this and turned to look at him, unable to bear it any longer.

"You only hurt your hand, not your leg. Lying in bed like this every day..."

Before he finished speaking, Adjutant Sun's voice came from outside.

"Miss Chun, the young marshal has woken up, and the fourth young master Jiang is also inside to see the young marshal."

As the footsteps outside the door approached, Jiang Dingbei stared at Shen Tingzhou's seemingly indifferent expression, smiled, and nodded in understanding.

"I see."

There was a knock on the door, and without waiting for Shen Tingzhou's permission, he said, "Come in."

Isn't someone waiting for this person every day?

Adjutant Sun opened the door and Chun Nianren stood behind him, holding a thermos in one hand and a document in the other.

"Young Marshal, Young Master Jiang."

She walked in and greeted Jiang Dingbei, who looked very interested, in a natural manner.

I've been delivering nutritious soups for five consecutive days, and each day is different. Today's is black chicken soup.

Chunnianren opened the lid and served the soup, which had a rich chicken soup flavor and the fragrance of medicinal herbs.

Jiang Dingbei couldn't help but praise it just by smelling it.

"Miss Chun has great skills."

Chun Nianren brought the soup to Shen Tingzhou and said frankly: "Mr. Jiang misunderstood. The chef at home cooked it. I just brought it over. Can you give Mr. Jiang a bowl?"

"no need!"

Jiang Dingbei quickly refused, he was very sensible.

"I dare not snatch soup from a patient!"

Shen Tingzhou closed the book and put it beside the pillow. Hearing this, he raised his eyelids and glanced at him.

Jiang Dingbei held back his laughter and touched his nose, looking at the documents Chun Nianren had put aside.

"Where are you going to do business, Miss Chun?"

"Yuxin Welfare Home, the situation has been unstable recently, there are many more children in the welfare home, and the welfare home is short of supplies. We are helping to raise funds."

As Chun Nianren spoke, his tone suddenly changed.

"I heard that Young Master Jiang runs a cotton mill?"

Since people had asked this question, Jiang Dingbei understood it and nodded with a smile.

"There is one, and my uncle is in charge, but I also have a say, so just tell me what you want, and I'll be a good person too."

Chun Nianren had already thought about it and said, "Three hundred winter clothes."

It looks like a lot of items are needed, but actually the items in the welfare home are for infants and young children, and the clothes they wear are not made of expensive materials like those for adults. It is also the hot summer now, not winter yet, so these items are not in short supply and are not difficult to find.

These were indeed not difficult tasks for Jiang Dingbei, so he agreed.

"Okay, I'll ask them to prepare it and send someone to deliver it in a few days."

"Then I would like to thank Mr. Jiang on behalf of the children in the welfare home."

Although I know that Young Master Jiang is so wealthy that he would not take such a small thing seriously, but he who does good deeds is a good person.

The number of children in welfare homes is increasing day by day. Due to the turbulent times, there are often children abandoned at the doorsteps of welfare homes because the parents cannot afford to raise them or do not want to raise them.

The dean couldn't handle the situation anymore, so she asked Ms. Shi Ying, president of the Women's Cultural Association, for help.

Ms. Shi Ying thought about it for a long time. After all, personal funding can only last for a while. The welfare home has to pay for three meals a day for hundreds of children, and she cannot just watch those children starve to death.

Finally, he approached Chun Nianren, hoping to use her identity and reputation to appeal to society for donations.

Chun Nian and his people have been busy with this matter these days. Just now, Adjutant Sun said that Jiang Dingbei was there, so he asked.

He can sponsor a batch of winter clothes, and the welfare home will be in much better condition this winter.

Jiang Dingbei looked at Shen Tingzhou, and was more curious about how much he had donated.

"You drank all the soup Miss Chun sent you. How much will you donate?"

Shen Tingzhou drank half a bowl and held the bowl in his hand.

The people of Chunnian certainly don't mind publicizing Shen Tingzhou's good deeds.

"The young marshal donated 10,000 yuan."

Jiang Dingbei clicked his tongue twice, looked at Shen Tingzhou who was sitting on the Diaoyutai, and said with a smile: "That's quite a lot! In this case, Miss Chun, I will donate another 5,000."

Chun Nianren achieved his goal and smiled with a very gentle tone.

"Thank you Mr. Jiang for your generosity."

Jiang Dingbei just came to see Shen Tingzhou because he had an appointment with friends to go horseback riding. He left before Shen Tingzhou finished his soup.

Chun Nianren sat on a chair beside the bed and reached out to take the English poetry collection that Shen Tingzhou had previously flipped through.

It’s not that she took it without asking, but the book was hers. Adjutant Sun borrowed a few books from her a few days ago, saying that he would give them to Shen Tingzhou to pass the time.

She had her back to the window, and the early morning light outside shone on her black hair, casting a faint glow.

"The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover."

"It bees small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal."

She recites poetry in a melodious, calm and elegant voice.

It felt like a feather brushing against Shen Tingzhou's ears.

He put down the bowl, leaned against the head of the bed and listened quietly, also quietly, looking at her intently with eyes that concealed some emotion.

Strong, want to have.

Strong, in restraint.