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Chapter 125. Minister Milk Bun
Jiang Jianxin's heart stirred, because she was in the Alliance, so she had been considering the situation from the Alliance's perspective.

But they forgot that for something to succeed, it should be a result that both parties are happy with.

She's figured out the Alliance's plan, but what about the Dream Pavilion's plan?
What does it gain by helping the alliance fight against the infiltration of television stations, and what is it plotting?
Jiang Jianxin rubbed his temples, feeling a bit overwhelmed.

Power struggles are often characterized by such intrigue and backstabbing; if you overlook even a little, you'll miss a significant portion of the truth.

She took a deep breath and began to miss her carefree life in the cultivation world.

So what exactly are you trying to say?

Jiang Jianxin asked his intuition.

【…】

At this crucial juncture, intuition remained silent, only giving her six points.

This probably means letting her find out the truth herself.

Jiang Jianxin wiped his face, deciding to put these headache-inducing problems aside for now and deal with them after he got back, downloaded the app, and met Ayu.

She followed Song Jingjun on another patrol of the hospital's wards, medical room, and storeroom, and finally suggested that she wanted to visit the inpatient department.

Song Jingjun had no objection, and he rode the children's scooter with Jiang Jianxin to the hospital building.

The outpatient building of the Union Hospital closes for the day at 7 p.m., but three doctors are still on duty in the inpatient building.

Jiang Jianxin didn't ask the three doctors if they could handle all the patients in the building.

Because she knew the medical department was unethical, asking such questions was pointless to them.

The smell of disinfectant permeated the corridor. Jiang Jianxin trailed two steps behind Song Jingjun, watching the medical team leave flowing gray shadows on the tiled floor.

The sound of footsteps startled the entire ward, and countless curious faces of patients peeked out from behind the glass partitions.

As Jiang Jianxin passed by the ward where Cheng Duoduo had stayed, he deliberately peeked inside.

Seeing her movement, Song Jingjun stopped and said:

"Elder, would you like to go and see the patient inside?"

Through the window in the ward door, Jiang Jianxin could already glimpse inside—on the bed where Cheng Duoduo had been curled up half a month ago, there now lay a strange man's leg in a plaster cast, bulging like a small mountain.

...After so much time, she has probably been discharged from the hospital.

Jiang Jianxin frowned as he thought about the prosthetic limb on her body, but ultimately just shook his head and said:

"Let's not go in. Let's go to the next place."

……

After the entire inspection concluded, Jiang Jianxin delivered his usual long and tedious summary speech as a leader, and then dismissed the medical department members. It was already almost ten o'clock.

Song Jingjun lives in the Song family's private villa, which is located near the villa area of ​​the base.

Jiang Jianxin had originally planned to fly back on her sword, but the little boy raised a hand, signaling her to hold on. Then he raised his little arm, revealing a children's smartwatch hidden under the sleeve of his elegant suit, and shouted loudly in a childish voice:

"Uncle Li, the inspection is over. Please bring the car over and take Elder Jiang home while you're at it."

"pat-"

A luxurious, extended Rolls-Royce with its headlights on drove up, shattering the moonlight, and stopped in front of Jiang Jianxin and Song Jingjun with a "whoosh".

The door of the black luxury car opened, and two bodyguards in black suits and sunglasses stepped out from the back seat of the third row. One stood at attention with his hands behind his back, while the other opened the door with one hand behind his back and the other hand, saying respectfully:

"Young Master Song, Elder Jiang, please get in the car!"

Jiang Jianxin stood there, stunned by the smooth and seamless process.

What's it like to have a noble young master from a prestigious family as your subordinate?
—Of course, you can ride in any luxury car you like!

Not only can they ride in luxury cars, but they can also ride in luxury cars comfortably, because Minister Naibao, who is very tactful, turned to the side, stretched out a small hand, and said seriously:

"Elder Jiang, please go first."

Jiang Jianxin couldn't help but smile, and after a few steps, he got into the extended Rolls-Royce.

The sandalwood fragrance lingered quietly in the enclosed car, its crisp woody notes blending with the scent of leather.
Minister Milk sat down next to her, took out a bag of milk candy from a recess in the side of the car, and generously shared a lot with her, piling up the shiny candy wrappers into a small mountain in her hand.

"This brand of milk candy is delicious, Elder, you should try it." Song Jingjun boasted, puffing out his cheeks and speaking indistinctly, the sweet aroma of caramel and fresh milk mingling between his teeth.

Jiang Jianxin was long past the age of eating baby candy, but she wasn't one to spoil a child's fun. She put away the candy Song Jingjun had given her and said gently:

"This candy is so delicious, I'll have to try it when I get back."

Upon hearing this, the little boy's eyes lit up, and he instantly became happy.

He genuinely thought the newly appointed Minister of Health from the alliance was quite good, unlike the other boring adults.

He then hooked two strings of glass beads out from the side door of the car.

The gilded glass beads clinked softly, and when illuminated by the warm yellow light of the overhead lamp, they scattered like stars on the back of the boy's hand, as if the Milky Way were wrapped around his lotus-root-like wrist.

"Here, this is for you too. Hold it in your hand and slowly spin it around; it's a lot of fun."

Song Jingjun slipped one of the beads between Jiang Jianxin's fingers. The beads, soaked with night dew, felt cool, but the part that the child had gripped still retained the warmth of a milky scent.

Jiang Jianxin took the bracelet and glanced down to see the child puffing out his cheeks and fiddling with the beads.

The head of the milk bun department cast raven-feather-like shadows on her apple cheeks with her eyelashes, and as the beads spun gently, the moonlight in the dimples on the back of her hand swayed and swirled.

Jiang Jianxin watched Minister Naibao's movements as he twisted prayer beads—it felt exactly like twisting Buddhist prayer beads.

However, the young master is eight and a half years old this year, and the Buddhist prayer beads are still too profound. The colorful glass beads are just right.

Do you... often twirl prayer beads like this?

Jiang Jianxin asked in surprise.

Song Jingjun nodded and said in a childish voice:

"Yes! Moving the beads one by one is really fun!"

"..."

Jiang Jianxin finally understood why the young masters of Beijing's elite circles in novels all liked to strum Buddhist prayer beads; it turned out to be a habit they had developed since childhood.

Looking at Song Jingjun's big, watery black eyes and soft little face, she felt more and more that he resembled a future domineering CEO from a novel, with a chiseled profile.

However, while other CEOs are ruthless killers, Song Jingjun's natural talent is simply lacking. It seems that in the future, he can only maintain a cold and stern expression, hold Buddhist prayer beads, and practice medicine to help the world.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing Jiang Jianxin gazing at him intently, Song Jingjun asked in bewilderment.

He hadn't finished his milk candy yet, and his cheeks were puffed out like a little squirrel.

"It's nothing, this habit is good, it can exercise the muscles in your fingers."

Jiang Jianxin made it up.

She put the glass beads away as well, adding:
"I'll learn from you when I get back and work on my finger muscles."

Song Jingjun, without suspecting anything, happily said:

"That's great! Elder Jiang has come to the medical department. Finally, I'm not the only one managing a bunch of things here."

The dim light fell through the car window, illuminating the young yet resolute face of Minister Naibao.

"Eh... Come to think of it, I've never asked before, doesn't the medical department have a vice minister?"

Jiang Jianxin asked.

“There used to be one, it was my second brother, but I didn’t like him, so I found a way to get him removed from his post.”

Song Jingjun pouted and said that the infighting within the Song family was so intense that a blogger with millions of followers on the forum specially compiled a collection of infighting stories for them, which is updated in real time.

It's common knowledge that Song Jingjun, the young master who holds power in the Song family, dislikes his older brothers; there's nothing to hide.

Looking at the dim lights outside the car window, Minister Naibao blinked and said:

"Actually, I don't know how long I'll be in this ministerial position..."

"But it was for that little bit of hope that I struggled to get to where I am today."

I'm a bit busy today, I'll try to post two chapters, but if I can't finish, I'll just post one.