Jiang's house is located in the suburbs of Haicheng. It is a large Chinese-style house with pavilions, pavilions and meandering water. It not only has the beauty of the garden, but also overlooks the mountain scenery.
Everyone in the house looked surprisingly nervous.
"Dip-dip-"
The doctor in the white coat had a serious face and said to the people outside the room, "The old man is old after all. Although at present, he should be able to survive until his birthday party next month, but please be prepared for the worst..."
Mr. Jiang is over eighty and in his final years, and the situation is even more serious this year.
Fortunately, the Jiang family is so powerful that they directly transformed their home into a small hospital, with all kinds of equipment fully prepared and seven or eight top doctors on call 24 hours a day.
Some people were squatting in the corner and sobbing sadly, while others had gloomy faces. It was such a good show that it was really hard to tell the truth from the lies.
The man in the wheelchair was wearing a smoky gray haute couture suit, with dark hair and black eyes. He came from the end of the corridor, and his whole figure seemed to come from the darkness, making it hard to see clearly.
"Zhiyan, grandpa is so ill, why do you still have the heart to go out?"
The man who spoke was Jiang Zhiyan's second half-brother, Jiang Suiyang. He was wearing a valuable suit. He was very tall and had an appearance that was three-thirds similar to Jiang Zhiyan's, which made him proud.
"I came back at noon and left again in a hurry. What could be more important than the old man's illness?"
Jiang Suiyang looked down at the man in the wheelchair, with contempt in his eyes.
Jiang Zhiyan ignored it, drove the wheelchair past Jiang Suiyang, and went directly to the old man's bedroom.
Jiang Suiyang sneered at his back, "After all, the third brother's legs are not good, and the second brother is worried about you..."
The servant opened the door for Jiang Zhiyan respectfully, Jiang Zhiyan entered the room, and the door closed in front of Jiang Suiyang.
Jiang Suiyang's expression suddenly changed, "What an uneducated bastard!"
The servants around him were pale and looked frightened.
Jiang Suiyang glanced at them and became even more angry, "What's there to be afraid of? He's a cripple and can he still eat you?"
The servants lowered their heads and did not dare to say a word.
"You are afraid of him! I, Jiang Suiyang, am not afraid of him!"
Jiang Suiyang walked away!
The Jiang family's sound insulation is excellent, and the room is quiet and not affected by the outside world at all.
On the hospital bed, the white-haired old man had a thin face.
As the eldest elder who is in charge of the entire wealthy Jiang family, Jiang Yuheng is definitely a terrifying existence. Even though he is now suffering from illness and lying in a hospital bed, relying on cold machines to maintain his life, as long as he does not die for a day, who are those people outside? Don't dare to act rashly, you still have to tuck your tail and hide your wolfish ambitions.
When he felt the wheelchair stop in front of the hospital bed, Jiang Yuheng was reluctant to open his eyes slightly, "You still know how to come back!"
Jiang Zhiyan tilted his forehead, his face remained as usual, showing no emotion or anger, "Aren't you going to the hospital to find a doctor for you?"
"Ha!" Jiang Yuheng's eyes were piercing, "I have the best doctors in the country. Where did you find them? Is it the Central Hospital...or that lunatic asylum?"
Jiang Zhiyan didn't answer, but chuckled.
Jiang Yuheng has three grandsons, but only this little grandson, who was born with a disease, is the most like him, but he is also the deepest in the city. As an adult, he is even more mysterious. Even he can only find out what he is doing and planning on a daily basis.
Probably because he was angry, the old man changed the topic in a bad tone, "When are you going to get married?"
There was majesty in his voice.
Jiang Zhiyan still didn't make a sound.
Jiang Yuheng knew that nothing else could be said from his mouth, so he simply dropped the words, "Miss Ling has been following you abroad for so many years. She didn't even study for you at first. Now she suddenly wants to return to China because of you. Her grandpa called me today, please choose a date to meet your parents and book the wedding!"
There was no wave in Jiang Zhiyan's eyes as deep as the abyss, "Trouble."
"You!" Jiang Yuheng made himself angry almost to death every time he talked to his grandson. "The Ling family is very powerful abroad. Even your eldest brother is afraid of you. People don't dislike you for having leg problems. What do you have? Do you find it troublesome?"
Jiang Zhiyan slowly raised his eyelids.
When their eyes met, Jiang Yuheng couldn't help but feel his Adam's apple rolling. He took a breath and then warned in a low voice, "Zhiyan, if you still want to know about your biological mother, just announce the news of your engagement honestly on the day of my birthday party. Don't Let me, an old man, die in peace."
This time, it was Jiang Zhiyan's turn to be surprised.
The man's profile was sharp and his eyebrows were slightly raised, "You are finally willing to say it."
Jiang Yuheng curved his lips profoundly, "It depends on your performance."
Jiang Zhiyan lightly scratched his eyebrows and said, "As long as you get engaged, you can do it with anyone?"
Jiang Yuheng was sure that his grandson would not be able to find anyone to fool him, so he agreed angrily, "Anyone can do it!"
Jiang Zhiyan's eyes are deeply understanding...
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Shen Wanwan returned to the hotel and fell asleep.
She kept sleeping and waking up several times, and her dreams were all scenes of her being abused in the lunatic asylum in her previous life.
It didn't feel better until the next day.
When Shen Wanwan woke up, she felt a little hungry, but she looked at the hotel room service order.
Everything is too expensive.
Although Lu Zhiwen said that she could sign the bill directly by saying what she wanted to eat, but she didn't want to owe Jiang Zhiyan any more favors.
Just go hungry.
In the lunatic asylum, starvation was the thing she was most accustomed to.
After leaving the hotel, Shen Wanwan used the remaining balance in her WeChat to taxi.
Although she didn't want to, she still wanted to go back to Shen's house.
During the whole night in the hotel, there were more than twenty missed calls on her mobile phone.
All from her three brothers.
I also sent a lot on WeChat.
Shen Zong: Wanwan, where have you been? Why don't you go home?
Shen Jie: Your third brother said you got into a man’s car?
Shen Ye: Wanwan, don’t do anything stupid and go home quickly.
Shen Ye: Brothers won’t blame you. Where are you? Third brother will pick you up, okay?
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In the taxi, Shen Wanwan read these messages and couldn't help but laugh in his heart.
She had seen enough of their hypocritical faces.
As long as Shen Qingxi says something more, they will easily waver and push her into the abyss again.
Only by giving up any hope and believing can she stop being hurt.
Putting away her phone, Shen Wanwan leaned her head against the cold car window.
In early spring, it was suddenly warm but then cold. The car windows in the early morning were stained with a layer of frost, and I was dizzy from her breath.
For some reason, Shen Wanwan suddenly remembered the way Jiang Zhiyan pinched her chin and spoke to her in the car when she escaped from the hospital yesterday.
Those eyes obviously don't have much fluctuation, but they seem to be able to draw people into a bottomless whirlpool, making people tremble with fear.
And the hand holding the person's jaw was slender and powerful, like steel and iron bones.
Shen Wanwan felt that his jaw was now showing signs of pain and fever...
