Jiang Yue transmigrated into a novel.
She became the villainous supporting character in a CEO romance novel.
In the original story, she was pure evil—drugging the male lead, abusing the...
Zhou Zhengchu smiled when he heard her childish words.
He looked at the distance his mother was gesturing and asked with a hint of greed, "Is this all there is?"
Her expression immediately turned wary, her eyes widening: "How much do you want? I'm very stingy, don't push your luck."
Zhou Zhengchu pretended to think seriously for a moment, then shook his head: "I don't know either, as long as it's a little more than it is now."
Although she had just said things like she didn't understand or wasn't interested, her slightly raised feet betrayed her delighted mood, and her love for him became less stingy: "Ah? Then I'll think about it."
Zhou Zhengchu asked earnestly, "How long will it take?"
She said, "I don't know. If you can't wait, then I won't be in a difficult position."
Zhou Zhengchu looked at the scarf she had pulled off, then quietly picked it up for her and held it in his hand. He said, "We can wait. Tell me whenever Mother has made up her mind."
That's a very considerate thing to say.
She seemed tired again. Leaning back in the car seat, she closed her eyes, looking drowsy. With the last bit of consciousness left, she struggled to open her eyelids, looked at Zhou Zhengchu, and instructed him, "I'm going to sleep for a while. Remember to wake me when we get home."
Zhou Zhengchu nodded: "Okay, Mother."
She seemed to fall asleep right after saying that, her head tilting to the side, resting on her son's shoulder and his muscular upper arm.
Zhou Zhengchu supported her body without moving. She was already light, so even so, she couldn't feel any weight.
It seems like there's hardly any meat on it.
The driver drove smoothly the whole way. He had been doing this job for many years and knew how much the young master cared about his wife. He would take care of even the smallest details.
He wasn't that strict with his subordinates.
However, he is extremely strict when it comes to his wife, to the point of being nitpicky and inhumane.
The car drove into a secluded villa area.
The air here is fresh, and the greenery is lush and vibrant. The whole place looks like a picturesque landscape painting of Jiangnan.
Good location, high land price.
The price is naturally high.
However, the people who live here are all rich and powerful, and even if you have money, you may not be able to buy a villa here.
"arrive."
"Okay, you should go back and rest first."
"Yes, young master."
Zhou Zhengchu couldn't bear to disturb his mother's sleep. When she was asleep, she was very well-behaved and quiet. Her skin was porcelain white, her eyelashes were thick and curled, and her nose and the corners of her eyes were a little red. However, this watery red color seemed to have been dyed by some spring color.
A few minutes later, Zhou Zhengchu gently called his mother's name in her ear.
Several attempts failed; not even a single eyelash moved.
The young man's expression changed drastically, his face becoming as cold and icy as if covered by a layer of frost. He raised his hand, held his breath, and could barely hear his own heartbeat. "Mother? We're home."
There has still been no response.
It seems they realized something.
Zhou Zhengchu opened the car door and carried her out of the back seat. Sure enough, she wasn't just asleep, nor was she sleeping too soundly to be woken up.
She fainted.
Zhou Zhengchu remembered what the doctor had said before. He had held onto a sliver of hope that fate wouldn't be so cruel, but it turned out that destiny still hadn't let them off the hook.
"Her body will only get weaker and weaker. Right now, she's just sleeping longer each day, until one day she'll never wake up again."
"Your family members should prepare yourselves mentally."