"Little Ji, perhaps I'm putting this a little too strongly," Director Chang said earnestly. "But I think everything he's done has been for you."
At those words, Ji Ting merely lowered his eyes and gave a faint nod.
He showed neither emotion nor concern for Ji Yanzhi's future, as though the brothers had long shared an understanding that belonged to them alone.
As the press conference on the screen drew to a close, Ji Ting abruptly asked, "Director Chang, you've only been home twice this month. Isn't your wife angry?"
Director Chang paused, not expecting him to make this sort of small talk, then chuckled. "Of course she is. Last time, she started scolding me the moment I walked through the door. She said I was old enough to know better, and if I got sick, she'd dump me in the hospital and leave me there."
Ji Ting looked at him seriously. "Would your wife really leave you there?"
Director Chang laughed and pointed at him. "You, honestly. You're still too young. If my wife really had it in her to be that heartless, she wouldn't have stayed with me when we were young. We'd never have made it this far."
Ji Ting lowered his eyes slightly, seemingly considering something. "Then what if... what if, when you were young, you had to choose between your country and your wife? Which would you choose?"
At the question, Director Chang smacked his lips, then let out a long breath. "You really have asked the right person."
"When I was young, I was so busy with work that my wife and I dated for eight years without managing to get married. Another two years passed, and we finally set a wedding date, only for the country to assign me to research the Fire-Control