Chapter 117 Giving Money to My Wife

Zhou Xiye held Jiang Zhizhi's wrist to prevent her from moving: "She doesn't dare to now. Right now, she just wants to prove that she is the Jiang family's biological daughter as soon as possible."

Jiang Zhi asked doubtfully, "What else is she trying to prove? No matter how she proves it, I don't think my dad will believe it, but it's hard to say about my mom."

If Sun Xiaoyue manages to produce a fake test result, Song Wanying will definitely believe it.

Zhou Xiye released his hand: "She definitely won't show up anytime soon. Don't worry about her for now. You also need to take good care of your injury. It's not easy for a shoulder injury to heal."

Jiang Zhi thought about it and realized that Sun Xiaoyue was probably already running back to comfort Jiang Donghua.

If Jiang Donghua knew that she was not the Jiang family's biological daughter and had no use for him, he probably wouldn't have had any involvement with her.

The more he thought about it, the more curious he became: "Who exactly is helping Sun Xiaoyue?"

Zhou Xiye wasn't that curious; his main concern was knowing that the big fish behind Sun Xiaoyue would eventually lose patience and show up.

Instead of making random guesses, it's better to be prepared and observe the situation calmly.

...

In the ward, after Jiang Zhenhua took another nap, he woke up feeling much better and noticed that his wife seemed preoccupied: "What happened? You've been restless ever since I woke up?"

Song Wanying wanted to keep it a secret, but keeping it to herself was too painful. She couldn't help but cry as she recounted what had happened that day, becoming more and more distressed as she spoke: "If Xiaoyue isn't our daughter, then is Zhizhi our biological daughter?"

Jiang Zhenhua fell silent. He had never imagined that Sun Xiaoyue might not be their daughter. There was so much evidence to prove it back then. If they went to the hospital to test her blood type, he was afraid it would harm Sun Xiaoyue.

However, he didn't consider whether his hasty acceptance of Sun Xiaoyue would hurt Jiang Zhi.

He was now hesitant; Jiang Zhi might not really be their daughter.

Song Wanying wiped away her tears and looked at him: "Aren't you also finding it hard to believe? I can't believe it either. What exactly happened? Why is Xiaoyue impersonating our daughter? What about our daughter? Tell me, is Zhizhi really her?"

"If Zhizhi really is like that, after how I treated her before, can she still forgive me?"

Jiang Zhenhua remained silent. If Jiang Zhizhi was truly their daughter, how could the harm done to her over the past year be made up for?

Song Wanying grew increasingly distressed: "Zhenhua, do you think there might really be a mistake? Xiaoyue is our daughter, and there's something wrong with today's test?"

She suddenly didn't know how to face Jiang Zhizhi, so she just wanted to bury her head in the sand like an ostrich, hoping to maintain the status quo.

Jiang Zhenhua closed his eyes and sighed, "What are you thinking? This is a military hospital, how could there be a problem with the tests? Or do you think that Xiye would tamper with things here?"

"You can doubt anyone, but you can't doubt Nishino's character."

Song Wanying fell silent, her heart aching with unbearable pain. Who was her daughter? Where was she?

...

At noon, Jiang Zhizhi still drank chicken soup, but this time she had a white steamed bun and a plate of stir-fried cabbage.

The main problem is that there's no refrigerator. If we don't eat it quickly, it will spoil, which would be a huge waste.

Jiang Zhizhi never used to eat leftovers, let alone food left overnight. She would usually throw away any uneaten food, feeling guilty as she poured it into the slop bucket.

Now, they'll even pick up and eat a single grain of rice that falls on the table.

Leftovers are perfectly fine to reheat and eat, as long as they haven't gone bad.

Suddenly I could understand how much my adoptive parents cherished food and how persistent they were in eating leftovers.

Only through experience can one truly understand the preciousness and hard-won nature of food.

Jiang Zhizhi held the bowl and drank the chicken soup. She wondered if it was just her imagination, but the chicken soup, which had been heated up again and again, seemed even more delicious.

Zhou Xiye ate the same food as her, but he left the chicken legs and wings for her, while his bowl only had some chicken ribs and chicken necks.

Jiang Zhizhi liked Zhou Xiye's approach. He wouldn't specially save her special meals for patients, but he would still give her the best. This unbiased way of getting along made her feel very comfortable.

She looked at Zhou Xiye with a smile and said, "After dinner, I want to go buy some baby formula to visit my dad."

Zhou Xiye had no objection: "Of course, I have something to do in a bit, you go ahead first, I'll come to your ward later."

Jiang Zhizhi had a feeling that Zhou Xiye and the others were planning something big. They looked relaxed, but they were also very mysterious: "It's okay, you go ahead with your work. If there's nothing else on my dad's end, I'll be back in a bit."

To avoid her presence causing trouble for Song Wanying.

Zhou Xiye ate quickly. After putting down his bowl and leaving, Jiang Zhi still had half a bowl of soup and half a steamed bun left uneaten.

Seeing Zhou Xiye enter the inner room, she didn't pay any attention and continued to eat her steamed bun slowly.

Zhou Xiye went inside and came out again shortly after, holding a brown paper envelope. He handed it to Jiang Zhizhi and said, "There are tickets and money here. Take this and buy some milk powder for Dad, and some cakes and canned goods that are easy to digest."

Jiang Zhizhi, with a mouthful of steamed bun, looked up at Zhou Xiye in shock.

He quickly swallowed the steamed bun in a few bites, somewhat puzzled: "I have money and ration coupons."

Zhou Xiye placed it on the table and pushed it in front of her: "You can keep yours, but use this first."

Jiang Zhizhi's eyes darted around, and she smiled brightly, "Making money for your wife to spend? You have quite the mindset."

As he spoke, he cheerfully opened the envelope. Inside was a stack of money, some in small change and some in large bills, totaling about a hundred yuan, as well as a stack of coupons, including grain coupons, cloth coupons, and meat coupons.

Somewhat surprised: "How come there's so much? We don't need this much."

Zhou Xiye said calmly, "Take a look and see if there's anything you like. You can buy some."

Jiang Zhi looked up at Zhou Xiye, her bright eyes curving into crescent moons: "I won't waste money. I'll save these to buy milk powder for our child later."

Zhou Xiye fell silent; he could never catch up with Jiang Zhi's words.

Jiang Zhizhi was still quite curious: "How long have you been saving these up?"

Before Zhou Xiye could answer, Jiang Zhizhi pressed on, "Do you still have some money saved up? Let me tell you, a man shouldn't have too much money on him, or he'll easily go astray."

Zhou Xiye frowned: "Where did you learn these fallacies? Eat your food properly."

Jiang Zhizhi thought for a moment and said, "Also, we are a family now, and if there are any major financial expenditures in the family, we should discuss them with each other."

Looking at Jiang Zhizhi's extremely serious expression, Zhou Xiye nodded helplessly: "Okay, hurry up and eat, or the soup will get cold."

Jiang Zhizhi was satisfied. She picked up the bowl with a smile, then stopped and added, "Don't worry, I'll tell you how much money I have tonight."

...

After dinner, Jiang Zhizhi lingered for a while after Zhou Xiye left before finally going out.

First, I went to the supply and marketing cooperative and bought two cans of milk powder, then I bought two packs of steamed egg cakes, and took them to the hospital to see Jiang Zhenhua.

Only Jiang Zhenhua and Song Wanying were in the ward; Sun Xiaoyue was nowhere to be seen.

Upon seeing Jiang Zhizhi arrive, Song Wanying stood up awkwardly, unsure how to greet her. She was torn between wanting Jiang Zhizhi to be their daughter and fearing that she wasn't.

Feeling extremely conflicted, when he saw Jiang Zhizhi, he could only give an awkward smile and didn't know how to greet her.

Jiang Zhizhi held a grudge. She remembered how Song Wanying had treated her before, so she wouldn't greet her now. Carrying her things, she smiled at Jiang Zhenhua: "Dad, are you feeling better? Did the doctor say when you can eat?"

When Jiang Zhenhua saw Jiang Zhizhi, his eyes were full of warmth: "I heard you injured your shoulder? If you're injured, just stay home and rest. You don't need to come over. I'm fine here."

Jiang Zhizhi moved her right hand slightly as it hung down: "This is just a superficial injury. As long as I don't aggravate the wound, it will be fine."

When Jiang Zhenhua saw the milk powder in Jiang Zhizhi's hand, he said, "You and Xiye have just gotten married, and there will be many expenses in the future, so don't spend money recklessly. Take the milk powder back to help you recover."

Jiang Zhizhi smiled and placed the things on the bedside table: "This is not just my idea, it's also Zhou Xiye's idea. He asked me to send it over first, and he will come over if he has time after he finishes his work."

Jiang Zhenhua smiled with satisfaction: "Nishino has always been a very good kid, with a strong sense of responsibility."

Seeing the two chatting so enthusiastically, Song Wanying held back for a while, but couldn't help but ask, "Zhenhua, why don't we let Zhizhi get a blood test too?"

Jiang Zhizhi was stunned; she hadn't expected Song Wanying to make such a request.

The question is, does the outcome matter now?

Upon hearing this, Jiang Zhenhua's smile vanished instantly, and he looked at Song Wanying seriously: "What do you want to do? Is the result that important? Regardless of whether Zhizhi is our daughter or not, we have lived together for nineteen years. Are those nineteen years of feelings fake?"

Song Wanying said, feeling a little aggrieved, "I just want to know if Zhizhi is our daughter. If not, then where is our daughter? Don't you want to know?"

Jiang Zhenhua said with a stern face, "I will investigate this matter after I recover from my injuries."

Jiang Zhizhi glanced at Song Wanying: "I think Mom is right. Let's check our blood types so that everyone can feel at ease."

Song Wanying nodded: "That's what I meant too. Zhizhi should check her blood type so we can both feel at ease."

Jiang Zhenhua remained silent with a gloomy face. He strongly opposed doing this, because the consequences would truly cause them to completely lose their daughter, Jiang Zhizhi.

Jiang Zhizhi and Song Wanying went to get their blood tested together.

Nowadays, there are no paternity tests, and people don't get regular checkups, so many people die without ever knowing their blood type.

So first, we'll draw blood from Jiang Zhizhi to test her blood type. If her blood type matches that of Jiang Zhenhua and Song Wanying, we'll do a simple matching test.

Although it wasn't very accurate, it put Song Wanying at ease.

Jiang Zhizhi didn't care about the result at all. She had her blood drawn and sat at the door of the laboratory waiting for the results.

Song Wanying felt uneasy and guilty towards Jiang Zhizhi. After hesitating for a long time, she said, "Zhizhi, I misunderstood you before, I'm sorry. I didn't do this for any other reason, I just wanted to know who my daughter is, I really..."

Jiang Zhizhi smiled and shook her head: "I don't care, it's good to figure it out."

Seeing that Jiang Zhizhi really didn't care, Song Wanying felt sad again.

Even if the child wasn't hers, he grew up in her arms, breastfed until he was over a year old...

The test results came back quickly. Although Jiang Zhizhi had type O blood, it was a very rare type 2 blood, also known as "panda blood".

It's completely different from Song Wanying's.

When Song Wanying saw the result, she felt a mix of emotions. She looked at Jiang Zhizhi, whose eyes were red, and opened her mouth but didn't know what to say.

Jiang Zhizhi was somewhat surprised; how could this blood type be the same as hers? Her face remained expressionless: "Let's go, Dad's still waiting for us in the ward."

The two went to the inpatient department one after the other.

After the two left, Bian Xiaoxiao came out of the office next door, went into the laboratory, and asked the people in the laboratory, "What is Zhou Xiye's wife doing here?"

The three people in the lab were already gossiping about this matter, and when Dr. Bian asked, they started gossiping again: "I never expected that Jiang Zhizhi was not Jiang Zhenhua's daughter, and that she had the rare type O blood."

"Yes, it wasn't that woman either. Jiang Zhenhua's wife was quite devastated; she still doesn't know which one is her biological daughter. It's so pitiful."

"Yes, I heard that Jiang Zhenhua's wife only had one child due to health reasons, and they still don't know where their only child is. It's driving me crazy just thinking about it."

Bian Xiaoxiao frowned: "None of them are Jiang Zhenhua's biological daughters? Zhou Xiye's lover has type O negative blood?"

"Yes, they just left with the test results."

After hearing this, Bian Xiaoxiao's eyes flashed with calculation. Jiang Zhizhi, she could never be this lucky every time.

...

Jiang Zhenhua had already anticipated the test results. Seeing that Song Wanying's eyes were also red, he sighed, "What's the use of testing this? If we had thought of this before, so many things wouldn't have happened."

Song Wanying wiped away her tears with a handkerchief: "But... what about our daughter? Do you think Xiaoyue knows?"

Jiang Zhizhi felt she was being quite polite in reminding him, "Don't ask her anymore, she almost killed my dad. You should all be more careful around her in the future."

Song Wanying frowned: "Even though Xiaoyue is a fake, she wouldn't go so far as to kill your father. What good would that do her?"

Jiang Zhizhi scoffed, "What would her purpose be in impersonating your biological daughter? She could take your lives so she could inherit your fortune. You may be powerless now, but you still have your house in Beijing, don't you?"

Song Wanying opened her mouth, but didn't know how to refute Jiang Zhizhi.

Jiang Zhizhi felt that since the matter had come to this point, she might as well say it all: "You can investigate thoroughly what else she lied to you about. Next time she comes, be more careful. Also, was the bull's madness an accident or something else? You should investigate that as well."

Jiang Zhenhua remained silent for a moment, his face grim: "I will investigate."

Seeing that the couple had fallen silent again, Jiang Zhizhi decided to go back first and let them discuss it.

After leaving the hospital, I exhaled several breaths of stale air. I was still curious. She actually had negative blood. She was really lucky to be alive this time. If she had lost too much blood, where would we have found such rare blood?

When Jiang Zhizhi arrived home, she was surprised to find Zhou Xiye there, who had obviously just come in as well.

Before Zhou Xiye could speak, Jiang Zhizhi went over with her head down, reached out, and wrapped her arms around his waist with her left hand higher and her injured right hand lower: "No, I need to absorb some yang energy to replenish myself, otherwise I might be annihilated."