Who moved her body?

Xu Haiyang turned around and looked at the white building that was only partially visible, saying, "That's Diruo's core research center. They develop top-secret technologies. Don't be fooled by its beauty; it's gloomy inside. I wouldn't even bother going."

Guan Jie got into the car and asked incredulously, "Isn't Diruo a pharmaceutical company? What's so eerie about it? I think the building is full of vitality, just like the medicines—good stuff."

"Don't believe me?" Xu Haiyang snorted and said, "Fine, don't believe me then. If it weren't for the fact that outsiders aren't allowed in there, I would definitely take you to see it. I guarantee you'll be so scared after you see it that you won't be able to sleep for days."

"Hehe, is it that serious?"

......

Xu Haiyang dropped Guan Jie off back at his dorm and then sped away in his car.

Guan Jie's wound was bleeding a little. He took off his shirt and removed the gauze from his abdomen, which was indeed soaked with bright red blood.

It must have been from prying open the window earlier. Guan Jie opened the first-aid kit by the bed, took a cotton ball from the alcohol swab bottle, and pressed it onto the reopened wound.

The pain from the alcohol burning the nerves was delayed by a second before reaching the brain, and Guan Jie gritted his teeth.

After cleaning the wound, Guan Jie applied a medicated ointment to remove necrotic tissue and promote tissue regeneration. He then folded the gauze, placed it on the wound, and secured it with tape. After putting on his clothes, he wrapped the blood-stained gauze in the center of a stack of tissues and threw it into the trash can.

Lying in bed, Guan Jie recalled the white building of the research center he had seen before.

It's very well-designed and technologically advanced; as the R&D center of a pharmaceutical empire, this building perfectly matches its positioning. However, Guan Jie always felt that something was amiss.

Was it because Xu Haiyang said the place was eerie? Guan Jie denied it.

……

On Saturday noon, Zhuang Buyi returned to his parents' house. His mother had already prepared a table full of food, and his father was setting out the bowls and chopsticks.

Before he could respond to Zhuang Buyi's smiling greeting, Dad quickly knocked on the kitchen door and said, "Wife, Buyi is here."

"Buyi's here! There's only one soup left. Go wash your hands." Mom poked her head out of the kitchen and said lovingly.

Zhuang Buyi put down his backpack and asked Zhuang's father.

"Where's my brother? Hasn't he arrived yet?"

"He went downstairs to buy beer. He said the brand of beer we have at home doesn't taste good, so he insisted on buying me some beer I've never even heard of before, saying it tastes better and that drinking a little is even healthier." Mr. Zhuang pointed to a case of beer he had just bought on the ground and said, "I think this brand is pretty good, it's light and refreshing."

Mrs. Zhuang opened the kitchen door, glanced at the beer crates on the floor, and said, "My son is only doing this for your own good, and you, really, don't even appreciate it!"

"I appreciate it, I appreciate it, haha." Mr. Zhuang looked like he had been caught doing something wrong, and smiled aggrievedly.

Zhuang Buyi shrugged. "I can't save you." Then he obediently went to the bathroom to wash his hands.

As Mom placed the soup in the middle of the table, Dad carefully distributed the bowls and chopsticks, occasionally complimenting Mom. Mom grumbled at Dad in an annoyed tone.

Zhuang Buyi then realized that he and his brother's growth was not for his own sake. Their growth gave their mother immense confidence, and she was finally living the life a woman should have.

He was filled with the power of freedom that required him to submit to anyone.

When Zhuang Buyi and his brother were young, their mother took care of them alone. Their father was a hands-off father who was not considerate at all. Even when their mother was sick, he would not bring her a glass of water. He would often break their mother's heart.

He didn't understand before, and now he understands even less. How could such a capable, beautiful, kind, and generous woman like his mother marry his father? If it weren't for his mother, he doubted that he and his brother would have become the geniuses others talked about. They wouldn't even have become ordinary people. They would probably be stuck in a mental hospital now.

The distance between genius and madness isn't that far.

"Women are the foundation upon which humanity depends for survival!" Zhuang Buyi laughed.

Zhuang Buyi walked gratefully to his mother's side, hugged her neck, and said, "Mom, I love you!"

"You always say raising a son is useless, but see?" Mom proudly raised her chin.

"It's because you raised her well, haha." Dad said sourly.

The doorbell rang, and Zhuang Buyi let go of the door to open it, but Zhuang's father said first, "I'll go. If I make you do the work, your mother will nag me to death after you leave."

Mrs. Zhuang, with a 'how could you know that?' expression, pulled Zhuang Buyi to sit down.

As soon as the door opened, a stack of beer crates was seen. Zhuang Qi tilted his head to one side and stepped in, while Zhuang Buyi quickly went to help.

"Ugh, I'm exhausted. I should have had them deliver it." Zhuang said curiously, putting down his beer and wiping the sweat from his brow.

Everyone enjoyed the new beer that Zhuang had bought, and the meal was a pleasant one.

After dinner, Mr. Zhuang helped Mrs. Zhuang clean up and wash the dishes. After they finished, the couple went to the supermarket to prepare ingredients for dinner. As usual, the two Zhuang brothers sat on the sofa in front of the TV, watching TV aimlessly while talking seriously about things.

"We have reached a cooperation agreement with Millesler in the United States. If my technology is applied to the automotive market, self-driving cars will no longer be a fantasy. Everyone will have an autonomous car, and within ten years, driver's licenses will become a thing of the past. Car accidents caused by human error and misjudgment will also disappear. However, they want to buy out my patents, and I am still considering it further."

"Why not talk to more car manufacturers? Surely some of them will be willing to use your self-driving chip in a cooperative manner," Zhuang said without hesitation.

"You're right, there are indeed companies willing to cooperate with me, but their development plans are far from my expectations." Zhuang smiled helplessly and said, "I want my self-driving technology to be mature and commercialized within five years. Apart from Millesler, others will take at least eight to ten years. I don't want to wait."

"Alright." Zhuang Buyi nodded. "It seems you've made your decision."

Zhuang, with his hands behind his head and looking up at the ceiling light, said, "High-tech things are all about time. If I'm a year late, my technology might be surpassed by others. Millesler understands this well, which is why it will make the biggest investment in autonomous driving and focus its future market efforts on it."

"Great minds think alike, huh?"

"I prefer to see cooperation as a romantic relationship, a contest between a man and a woman." Zhuang smiled wickedly and said quietly, "Winning or losing is what outsiders see. In a relationship, it's just a matter of who loves more and who loves less. As long as the relationship succeeds, everyone is a winner!"

Wishing you a speedy marriage!

"My skills are like a beautiful young woman waiting to be married, while those car companies are like wealthy, eligible bachelors. As long as I manage my time well and don't wait until I'm old and faded, and with a few little tricks, I believe no man can resist falling at my feet. Just you wait, bro."

Zhuang Buyi pushed up his glasses and gave a thumbs-up in admiration.

"Go, girl!"