Chapter 10: Being Beaten

Shen Qinghuan realized it belatedly and wanted to dodge, but failed to do so, and the slap hit her cheek hard.

In an instant, several clearly visible finger marks appeared on the fair little face.

"Shen Qinghuan, even if you are A-Yu's wife, you are first and foremost a dog raised by our Jiang family. As a dog, you must wag your tail and beg for mercy, instead of baring your teeth and claws at your master..."

"Aunt!"

Shen Qinghuan wanted to fight back, but held back.

This scene happened to fall into Zhang Ma's eyes. She was so scared that she rushed over and protected Shen Qinghuan behind her. She asked anxiously, "Huanhuan, are you okay? How are you? Look at your face, it's swollen."

Shen Qinghuan lowered her eyes and shook her head, "I'm fine."

"Miss, what are you doing?" Aunt Zhang mustered up the courage to ask.

"Who the hell do you think you are? How dare you question me!" Jiang Lanya sneered and took another step forward, her eyes cold and mocking. "Auntie Zhang, do you believe I can fire you right now?"

Shen Qinghuan pulled Zhang Ma away and shook his head at her silently.

Jiang Lan Ya was coming for her, there was no need to implicate other innocent people.

"Auntie, have you been very idle recently? Why did you think of being the boss of my family again?"

As a cold voice fell, Jiang Yu strode in with a sullen face.

His eyes fell on Shen Qinghuan's slightly swollen cheek. He narrowed his eyes almost imperceptibly, and a surge of anger rose from the bottom of his heart.

As soon as she saw Jiang Yu, Jiang Lanya immediately became timid, "Ayu is back! Didn't I come to see you for no reason? But unfortunately, you are not at home..."

Jiang Yu raised his eyebrows and said with a half-smile, "I'm not at home, so, aunt, are you going to make the decision for me?"

As Jiang Yu's footsteps got closer, Jiang Lanya panicked and wanted to turn around and run away, but Jiang Yu didn't give her the chance at all.

"Aunt, have you ignored everything I said before?"

"I, I didn't!"

Jiang Lanya was extremely panicked and wished she could disappear from Jiang Yu's sight immediately.

Jiang Yu lazily pulled out a dining chair and sat down. Without even glancing at Jiang Lanya, he took a bite of the soup dumplings on the plate and said with a smile, "Auntie Zhang, your soup dumplings are getting more and more delicious."

"As long as the young master likes it." Aunt Zhang said happily.

Shen Qinghuan glanced at Jiang Lanya with a half-smile, her heart trembling. She then looked at Jiang Yu and said, "I've finished eating. I'll go to the hospital to visit Grandpa later, and then go to the old house to accompany Grandma."

Jiang Yu snorted lightly, with a forced smile, "You are so filial!"

"Thank you for the compliment! I was raised by my grandparents, and being filial to them is what I should do."

Shen Qinghuan accepted Jiang Yu's sarcasm with a smile, her lips slightly raised and her face dimples formed. He always liked to mock her like this, and she had gotten used to it over the years.

Jiang Yu choked and wanted to say something else, but finally held it back.

When Shen Qinghuan rushed to the hospital, there was only a nurse in the ward.

The nurse told her that grandpa had woken up once and fell asleep again, which meant that grandpa would be fine for the time being.

Knowing that her grandfather's condition had stabilized, Shen Qinghuan was no longer too worried. She sat quietly on a stool beside the bed, watching over her grandfather, and occasionally picked up her phone to talk to Li Meng.

Li Meng: "There's a new Chongqing hotpot restaurant in Nanmen. I heard it's very authentic. Do you want to go there tonight?"

Shen Qinghuan: "Okay! I haven't eaten hot pot for a long time, and I just feel a little craving for it."

Shen Qinghuan: "Mengmeng, I'll treat you this time. I got my salary a few days ago, and it's enough for the two of us to have many hot pot meals."

Li Meng: "Then before you go in, buy two more cups of milk tea. Hot pot with milk tea, I think it's very delicious."

…

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

Before Shen Qinghuan could react, several doctors in white coats walked in. The one walking in front was a male doctor in his thirties. Even though his white coat was as simple as it could be, it still couldn't hide his noble and cold temperament.

"Family of the patient?"

Zhou Sinian glanced at Shen Qinghuan and was attracted by the small mole on her earlobe. His eyes couldn't help but flash slightly.

Shen Qinghuan quickly stood up, nodded and said, "Yes, this is my grandfather."

Zhou Sinian looked at her again, then explained the patient's condition to the intern he was supervising.

Shen Qinghuan had been watching from the side. Although she didn't understand anything, it didn't stop her from thinking that the doctor was very professional and also very good-looking.

Before leaving the ward, Zhou Sinian looked at Shen Qinghuan for some unknown reason and said, "Excuse me, Miss, may I know your name?"