"Meiqin, I can't eat with you. I have to go back to the office for a meeting. You and the child eat first! Don't wait for me."
After taking the call, Dong Shan grabbed his coat and headed out. Though the person on the other end of the phone had spoken very unpleasantly, Dong Shan's nose for the market truly was far too dull.
Li Ye's move had made things exceedingly thorny, and Dong Shan had to gather all the key personnel to discuss a countermeasure.
Zheng Meiqin's expression darkened. "Can't you leave after dinner? The child has been waiting for you half the day on an empty stomach."
Dong Shan froze for a moment, his face full of apology. "I'm sorry, Meiqin. This time it really is urgent. I'll have dinner with you tomorrow, all right?"
Zheng Meiqin shook her head. "Have you forgotten? The two of us are flying out tomorrow morning."
"Then we'll have breakfast together tomorrow. In a few days, I have to make a trip back to the capital too. When the time comes, we'll spend a whole day having fun together."
In the end, Dong Shan still could not squeeze out time for a meal. He left while talking on the phone.
Only after Dong Shan had gone out did his son dare to ask cautiously, "Mom, is Dad... sacrificing his family for work?"
"Sacrificing his family for work?"
Zheng Meiqin smiled bitterly.
The phrase "sacrificing one's family for work" sounded lofty, a supremely noble spirit and sentiment. But looking at her husband's anxiety, torment, and worry just now, how many of those who praised such sacrifice could truly understand it?
"No. Your father's work now is... beyond his control."
"Beyond his control?"
Dong Shan's son thought for a moment, then asked again, "Then