Chapter 246: Choosing a Wife Is Like Changing Fate

After dinner, when Mo Yi was clearing the dishes, Jiang Lai was still nearby, and she said, "It's still the Young Master's first time cooking for anyone; the gentleman, Ms. Nian, and the miss have never tasted the Young Master's cooking."

Jiang Lai looked at Mo Yi and recognized a familiar scent.

"Perhaps Ke Zhongyu could make a bowl of rice noodles for his father and mother?"

Ke Zhongyu, who had not gone far, turned back, looked at Jiang Lai and said, "Sure."

And so.

Early the next morning, Mo Yi packed three bowls of rice noodles and returned to the Ke family's old residence, her face radiating unprecedented excitement. When she arrived at the dining hall, Ms. Nian and Ke Fu were already having breakfast.

"Ms. Nian, Sir, the Young Master asked me to deliver breakfast to you!"

Those words were enough to make the two gasp in surprise for a moment, wondering what precious breakfast could have caused their son to send Mo Yi personally.

It wasn't until Mo Yi placed the rice noodles before them that she uttered an earth‑shattering statement.

"The Young Master made the rice noodles himself—from soaking the rice, grinding the batter, steaming the noodle sheets, cutting them into strips a finger's width, boiling them in hot water, then scooping them out, even the scallions floating on top were sprinkled by the Young Master personally!"

Ms. Nian and Ke Fu exchanged a glance, stunned for a while.

Ke Fu: "Doesn't he only help me pick vegetables? Since when has he learned to make rice noodles? When did he develop a taste for them? Is he so idle? The year's end is near, and he seems quite busy at the company—where does he find the time?"

Facing Ke Fu's barrage of questions, Mo Yi laughed again, "Of course it's the Young Master stealing a moment of leisure amid his busyness."

Ms. Nian: "It probably wasn't learned for us."

Mo Yi: "Although it wasn't learned for the gentleman and Ms. Nian, Miss Jiang asked the Young Master to make it for the gentleman and Ms. Nian and have it delivered."

The couple suddenly understood.

Ms. Nian: "So this was made for my daughter‑in‑law."

Ke Fu: "Choosing a wife is like changing fate."

He has plenty of experience in that regard.

His son even knows to make a breakfast for his elderly father and mother.

Ke Fu ate until his eyes grew watery and said to his wife, "Delicious."

Ms. Nian pursed her lips and laughed again; the father and son had initially been at odds, yet their personalities were so similar that the two stone‑faced men staying together naturally found each other irksome.

When the son was young he could not defeat his father, so he resigned himself in grievance; later, as he grew a bit older, he gained the ability to resist. The father and son sparred back and forth, a sort of unconventional harmony, yet never expressed anything directly.

This bowl of rice noodles is truly…

In an instant it brought the unspoken harmony between father and son to the surface.

Still, in a way where neither father nor son bowed.

Ms. Nian agreed with her husband, "Choosing a wife is like changing fate."

Mo Yi, with a solemn air, said, "Changing a wife is also changing fate."

Ms. Nian saw her silently fuming and probably knew who she was referring to.

"How is Jiang Lai's lawsuit with her ex‑husband progressing?" Ms. Nian was merely sitting at home, yet she was well‑informed about what was happening outside, especially concerning the people and matters around her.

Ke Fu also looked at Mo Yi, "I heard Shen Xun has already left Star Universe Technology; has his mother also been diagnosed with cancer?"

Mo Yi nodded, "Yes. After the one surnamed Shen left Miss Jiang, misfortune kept following him, even his own child is gone."

The Ke family hadn't paid much attention to Lin Shutong's side, and Ms. Nian asked, "Is the child in Lin Shutong's womb gone?"

Mo Yi: "It just miscarried yesterday; they say Shen Xun accidentally pushed her, causing the fall, and the baby is gone. She's still lying in the hospital."

Ke Fu asked, "What day is the trial?"

Mo Yi: "Tomorrow."

Ke Fu and his wife exchanged a glance, emphasizing a single word: "Uncertain."

Ms. Nian nodded lightly, "Having the trial tomorrow is a bit uncertain."

Ke Zhongyu received a call from Zhong Poqian in his office.

"General Manager Ke, Dr. Jiang is unreachable in the lab; regarding tomorrow's trial, could you please inform Dr. Jiang that Shen Xun and Lin Shutong have applied for a postponement."

Ke Zhongyu's gaze hardened.

Zhong Poqian explained, "Shen Xun's mental state is dazed; Lin Shutong has provided a miscarriage hospitalization certificate and a strict order not to get out of bed. The court has already agreed to postpone the trial by a week."

Ke Zhongyu was silent for a moment, "I will tell her."

After hanging up, Ke Zhongyu summoned Assistant Zhou, "Go to Hexin Yiyuan to check the specific conditions of Shen Xun and Lin Shutong."

Assistant Zhou went immediately.

An hour later, a call came in.

Ke Zhongyu answered, "What's the situation?"

Assistant Zhou: "The hospital's examination shows that after the blow, Shen Xun's stress was too great, causing coma and nerve pain. Lin Shutong not only miscarried but also injured her reproductive system."

"Moreover, there's another finding: Lin Shutong's blood test shows a positive syphilis result."

Assistant Zhou couldn't help but furrow his brows as he spoke; fortunately it wasn't HIV, but after this discovery, the doctors and nurses who performed Lin Shutong's surgery reported the incident to the hospital and were vaccinated.

Ke Zhongyu was unsurprised.

Assistant Zhou speculated, "If Lin Shutong carries a virus, could Shen Xun also possibly have it?"

"He should die."

Assistant Zhou asked, "Should we arrange a full-body checkup for Miss Jiang?"

Ke Zhongyu: "I've already accompanied her for a checkup; she's fine."

Assistant Zhou breathed a sigh of relief.

"Retrieve the surveillance footage of Shen Xun pushing Lin Shutong; come back once you have it."

After hanging up this time, Ke Zhongyu found a moment to go to the underground laboratory.

He casually asked someone, "Where is Dr. Jiang?"

"General Manager Ke, you might not see Dr. Jiang right now; Dr. Jiang has locked herself in the lab to process data and will come out after she's done."

"How long?"

"Not sure."

Ke Zhongyu knew Jiang Lai was catching up on the work delayed by her trip to G Province last week, and he didn't know how long it would take. He had work too, so he returned to his office first, and asked the lab staff to notify him when they saw Jiang Lai.

As it turned out, by eight o'clock that evening, no one had notified him.

He went to the lab again and ran into Professor Cheng and Xiao Qian, who had just come out of the lab.

The two had been assigned to different specialty groups, and Jiang Lai was still the chief engineer, so the work she was handling surely included issues reported from their respective groups.

Once they finished, Jiang Lai would be about done too.

"President Ke, are you going to find Senior Sister?" Xiao Qian asked.

Ke Zhongyu nodded. "She's finished?"

Professor Cheng shook his head. "No."

Ke Zhongyu frowned.

Professor Cheng: "That girl Jiang Lai has always been like this. Once she enters a flow state, she won't stop until she's done—except..."

His voice suddenly paused.

Ke Zhongyu finished the thought: "Except when Shen Xun needed something in the past?"

Professor Cheng and Xiao Qian nodded helplessly.

Ke Zhongyu: "Has she set up some kind of reminder mechanism for herself?"

Xiao Qian, as Jiang Lai's assistant, knew this better: "There's no actual reminder method—she just keeps it in her mind. Her internal clock reminds her."

Ke Zhongyu's gaze shifted slightly. He gave the two a small nod and went to find Jiang Lai.

He waited outside the lab until eleven o'clock. During those three hours, he had someone bring a laptop, held a meeting, and processed a batch of emails. Finally, he saw Jiang Lai come out of the lab, one hand pressing her sore neck.

The automatic sensor door slid open. Jiang Lai saw Ke Zhongyu sitting on a transparent chair, turning his head to look at her, then rising and walking over.

"Finished?"

The man's voice was low and magnetic, without a trace of impatience.

Jiang Lai nodded blankly. "When did you get here?"

Ke Zhongyu: "Just a while ago."

Jiang Lai: "Waiting for me?"

Ke Zhongyu: "Mm, waiting for you."