Genius of the Rules-Style System

Chapter 1201: 582

The spectacle left Zhao Yi with nothing but a wry smile.

When you become a top-tier scientist, entangled with the most cutting-edge research, longing for the life of an ordinary person becomes an impossibility.

Fortunately, things were relatively relaxing at home. Zhao Yi and Lin Xiaoqing returned together to have a reunion dinner with both sets of parents, which inevitably led to the question, "When are you going to have a child?"

"I’m already waiting to hold my grandchild!"

"Yes, I’ve been waiting for years for my grandchild, a grandson or granddaughter. Xiao Yi, you’ve become so famous, you’ve done so much research, you should also focus on your family!"

"..."

Zhao Yi listened and felt a bit depressed. He exchanged a look with Lin Xiaoqing who was slightly embarrassed; indeed, they had discussed this topic, yet felt it was too early.

While they’d been together for a long time, they were only twenty-six or twenty-seven years old. It felt a bit early to have children before thirty.

Zhao Yi had no choice but to listen to the pestering, even offering a few retorts like ’it’s too early’ and ’we just got married,’ as if everything was just as it had always been. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

That night.

While partnering with Lin Xiaoqing in a competition, as they reached the finish line, she wrapped her arms around him so tightly, he found it hard to believe how strong she was; even trying to shift his waist outward was a struggle.

Ultimately, Lin Xiaoqing won.

Countless athletes crossed the finish line, facing a new round of marathon competitions. Who knew if anyone would persevere to reach that distant finish line?

...

The next day, Lin Xiaoqing got up bright and early, even coaxing Zhao Yi to go jogging with her.

After breakfast, Lin Xiaoqing contacted Zhao Linlin, who after completing her master’s degree, had returned to Zhengyang to find a job in the Chinese Medicine department of the city hospital, while also serving as an Assistant Researcher in traditional Chinese medicine studies at the associated Biomedical Research Institute. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

Traditional Chinese medicine is China’s heritage of healing, but the pharmacology of medical herbs and plants is quite a niche subject, with few researchers diving into that field.

Zhao Linlin was very interested in this area, driven in fact by the desire to earn money. However, once she had enough money, she realized it wasn’t all that satisfying and started to work hard in a job she actually liked.

After Lin Xiaoqing met with Zhao Linlin, the conversation soon turned to their work.

Zhao Linlin kept talking about her job and research and inquired about Zhao Yi’s studies, mainly about issues encountered at work, as Zhao Yi was also involved in medical research—just in a different field.

Zhao Yi was quite interested in the pharmacology of Chinese herbs, so he listened carefully to Zhao Linlin, occasionally interjecting his own opinions.

They were both deeply engaged, discussing not only Chinese medicinal pharmacology but also issues like acupoint pressure and its therapeutic effects on diseases.

Zhao Yi had never dealt with Chinese medicine before and found that these discussions broadened his horizons. He thought about recruiting a Chinese medicine expert for his lab back at Yanhua University, dedicating a lab solely to the study of Chinese medical treatments and the scientific principles behind their effects on diseases.

He asked Zhao Linlin, "How about you come to my lab?"

"The Biomedical Research Institute?"

"Right."

"That..."

Zhao Linlin was tempted, but going to Zhao Yi’s lab still felt a bit strange, so she instinctively glanced at Lin Xiaoqing.

Lin Xiaoqing pretended to be busy making tea, but her gaze was consistently directed their way.

The two women made eye contact.

Zhao Linlin quickly shook her head and said, "No need, I’d rather gain more experience here. I never really thought about going back to the capital anyway—the pressure is too high, and I haven’t saved enough to buy even a small apartment yet."

Zhao Linlin and Sun Liang had both made a good amount of money, each receiving about a million after their original company was sold.

Sun Liang used his share to start a company.

Zhao Linlin, on the other hand, had placed hers in the bank and hardly touched it since. Then she went back to graduate school to chase her dream in Chinese medicine research.

Lin Xiaoqing came over with the tea and boldly suggested, "Linlin, I think Zhao Yi’s offer isn’t bad. His lab could use someone like you."

"They have ample funding there, so you can do your research without worries. The work you’re doing here, you’re just following someone else’s lead, and there must be all kinds of restrictions, right?"

Zhao Linlin pursed her lips, her expression saying it all.

Lack of freedom in research was indeed the greatest limitation.

Since joining the Biomedical Research Institute, most of her work involved screening medicines or steam-cooking herbal materials for various tests, effectively just assisting others.

She wanted to conduct research she was interested in, but it was impossible because she lacked the qualifications to apply for projects or the necessary funding.

"That’s settled then!"

Seeing Zhao Linlin’s reaction, Lin Xiaoqing decisively said, "Anyway, his lab is hiring, so go ahead. Perhaps there, you might achieve something great. In twenty years, I’m looking forward to seeing you win a Nobel Prize!"

Zhao Linlin couldn’t help but laugh at that.

Zhao Yi also nodded, "Come on over. Join us when we go back this time, as it happens, I have to return to Yanhua University too."

His tone left no room for doubt, and Zhao Linlin could only nod in agreement.

With that decided,

Zhao Linlin began to look forward with anticipation and started asking about Zhao Yi’s lab.

The two talked for a long while.

When Zhao Linlin went to the restroom, Lin Xiaoqing took the opportunity to sit next to Zhao Yi and suddenly squeezed his thigh with force.

"Ouch!—What are you doing?" Zhao Yi asked, visibly annoyed.

"Tell me!"

Lin Xiaoqing demanded, "Do you still like Linlin?"

"Still... like?"

Pouting, Lin Xiaoqing said, "I’ve always known you liked Linlin, and you’ve always liked her; maybe just not as much as you like me... anyway, you’re a philanderer."

"I’m very loyal, alright!" Zhao Yi protested, his annoyance clear. Even if he really was a philanderer, admitting it was out of the question.

"Yeah, right~~"

Lin Xiaoqing shot him a sideways glance and then suddenly sighed, "Linlin and I are close friends, she’s my best friend!"