Chapter 49

"Are dreams really the opposite?" Jiang Su perked up.

"Of course," Young Master Jiang said firmly. "Don't let your imagination run wild. Just study hard. You're in your first year of high school now, and you still have two years. Work hard. If you can get into a top university, this old man might just be so happy that he'll be cured."

As expected, when it comes to studying, Jiang Su falls into another kind of depression: "I can't pass the exam... Dad spent so much money on tutoring for me for nothing..."

Normally, when he gave up on himself, Young Master Jiang would always mock him. But this time, Jiang Nuo was in no mood to attack his younger brother personally. Instead, he gave him a few words of encouragement absentmindedly.

The Bentley stopped at the school gate. After Jiang Su got out of the car, Jiang Nuo immediately called the doctor.

The other party replied that everything was normal and the report was slightly delayed due to other matters. Jiang Nuo finally put his mind at ease, slowly leaned back in the leather chair, and breathed a sigh of relief.

He knew that if Old Jiang was truly dying, how could Jiang Su be the only one to have dreamed about it? He, Old Jiang's beloved eldest son, should have been the first to sense it.

But he was still worried, so the first thing Jiang Nuo did when he entered the office was to ask Xiao Wang to check the schedule and book him a flight to City A on the next flight.

The morning was still a regular meeting, and before lunch break, I also managed to squeeze in an interview with a local financial magazine. This year, print media has not completely declined, especially some older investors who believe in them. These local reporters are now the most well-informed group of people.

Mr. Jiang had originally intended to use the opportunity of the interview to learn more about the latest developments in the Jinchuang Building. However, he couldn't muster the energy and barely managed the interview. He then handed the reporter over to his secretary to take care of her, and because he was too sleepy, he went back to the lounge to take a nap.

This lounge was originally built for Jiang Nuo.

Old Jiang had no habit of taking naps, but little Jiang Nuo had lost his mother at the age of two, and children are always sleepy. Old Jiang was only in his thirties at the time, and had just lost his wife. He had no patience to take care of a child. At first, he threw little Nuo Nuo with the nanny and stayed out all day, drinking alone. It wasn't until he came home early one day and accidentally saw the nanny yelling at his son that he started to pay attention.

He fired the nanny and stopped drinking. During that time, Jiang's was not yet a group, but just a small and thriving company with good revenue. It was not involved in finance and started out in industry. The machines in the factory rumbled, and Old Jiang took the new nanny and Xiao Nuonuo to work together.

For the first time, there was a camp bed in the office.

Later, as the company grew bigger, as long as conditions allowed, a long and soft sofa or a comfortable folding bed would be placed in the office for the young son to take a nap. Later, Jiang's company became a group, and Jiang Nuo grew up and no longer needed to cling to his father to sleep. However, Old Jiang still followed his habit and kept a lounge in the office.

Jiang Nuo lay on the large and soft bed in the lounge and fell into a restless sleep.

In the dream, he turned into a child, about three or four years old, with short arms and legs, delicate and delicate, and opened his mouth in a baby voice: "Dad!"

Jiang Nuo was startled by her own baby voice. What was going on? But everything in the dream was perfectly logical. Dad still looked like his youth, a strong man in his thirties, with thick black hair and no weight gain. No matter how you looked at him, he was still a handsome, wealthy bachelor.

Lao Jiang easily lifted Xiao Nuonuo over his head, and Jiang Nuo could hear his own excited giggles.

"Son, Dad won't look for Aunt Mikoto anymore, so I'll just spoil you, okay?"

Little Nuonuo tilted his head and clapped his hands happily: "Okay!" Then he looked at the table eagerly, "Dad, Nuonuo wants to eat candy."

Lao Jiang held Xiao Nuonuo in one hand and reached out with the other to grab a piece of fruit candy, but then retracted it with disdain. "This kind of candy is not good. It's full of coloring." Then he fished out a very expensive imported milk candy from the pocket of his suit hanging on the wardrobe and said, "Eat this."

In his dream, Jiang Nuo was thinking at the same time: His arrogant, extravagant and dissolute character was probably cultivated by his father since he was so young.

Little Nuonuo opened his mouth obediently and ate the candy in one gulp. The candies when he was young were big and had a strong milky taste. One bite would fill his cheeks.

Lao Jiang poked his son's chubby little face and said, "Dad is leaving. You should be well on your own. Take good care of yourself and your brother."

Xiao Nuonuo stopped chewing the candy, her mouth flattened, and tears flowed without warning, "No!"

"Don't cry, don't cry." Lao Jiang frantically searched for a tissue, but couldn't find one, so he simply wiped his face with his hands. "Dad should have left a long time ago. Thanks to you, you kept me here for so long. I even got to see you and your brother once more. Dad is satisfied."

However, Xiao Nuonuo was not listening at all. She struggled to wrap her short, fleshy hands around Lao Jiang's neck, sobbing and sobbing, "No, no! You are not allowed to leave! Mommy left early, and if you leave later, no one will love me!"

"How could that be? You still have a younger brother. Although that woman Lao Meiqin..." Lao Jiang sighed, a flash of hatred appeared on his face, and then he said softly, "Your brother is still fine."

But little Nuonuo didn't notice it at all. Because she was crying so loudly and opened her mouth too wide, she accidentally dropped the candy on the ground.

Xiao Nuonuo's crying suddenly stopped: "..."

Old Jiang was so amused that he laughed out loud. He returned to the closet, dug out the second candy, and stuffed it back into his son's mouth. "This is the last one. If you drop it, it will be gone. So don't cry anymore."

Little Nuonuo sniffed, pursed his chubby little mouth tightly, and his cheeks were puffed up by the toffee. His already big eyes looked even bigger because of the tears in them. He was even prettier than the mixed-race babies in the milk powder commercials.

Old Jiang stared at his son's overly adorable face, sighed slightly, and said sadly, "There will be many people who love you."

"Dad's been bedridden these days, and his mind has been wandering. He's seen a lot of people and things. I'm glad to see you're staying away from that villain named Ding. But you should also be careful with that guy named Gu. He's full of evil spirits and has a deep obsession with you, as if he's been thinking about you for many, many years. It's strange, he's not even twenty..."

"No more talking. Dad is leaving. Nuonuo, I believe you can definitely support the Jiang family and take good care of your brother, but don't push yourself too hard. If you are successful, you can help the world. If you can't make it, just be a rich and idle person."

Lao Jiang's voice became more and more ethereal, and finally he picked up Xiao Nuonuo's chubby little face and kissed it.

Xiao Nuonuo opened his arms, wanting to hug her back tightly, but his arms were empty.

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"Dad, Dad!" Mr. Jiang was woken up by his own call. When he woke up completely, he realized that he had slept for a while and his face was covered with tears without him realizing it.

When he woke up, he had almost forgotten the dream. He only vaguely remembered that he seemed to dream of Lao Jiang in his youth. Jiang Nuo wiped away his tears in a daze, and the ominous feeling in his heart became heavier and heavier.

He didn't know how long he sat there when his cell phone suddenly rang. The caller ID showed 'Director Zhou of City A Hospital'. Mr. Jiang prayed silently in his heart and let the ring ring seven or eight times before he picked up the phone tremblingly. But when he picked up the phone, he heard the bad news.

Jiang Nuo didn't remember how he left the lounge, nor did he remember how he asked Xiao Wang to cancel all his afternoon schedules, nor did he remember how he asked the driver Lao Liu to take him to the school to pick up Jiang Su. After he finished all this mechanically, he was already leaning weakly on the back seat of the Bentley.

In fact, he was more or less mentally prepared for what happened to Lao Jiang. After all, he had been in a coma for so long, and the doctors said that his last awakening was a miracle, like a last gasp of life.

In fact, in this life, he could stay with Lao Jiang for a while longer and see his father more often, which could be considered as stolen happiness. However, it was even more cruel to lose the happiness and hope after stealing it.

After the great sadness, Jiang Nuo felt a sense of fateful frustration.

He used so many connections and spent so much money to find the top doctor in the country. He took so many risks and endured so much psychological burden to arrange for a long-distance transfer to another hospital, but it still didn't work.

The one he was supposed to keep, he couldn't. Despite all the trouble, Old Jiang finally passed away, a fate no different from his previous life. So what else? Jiang Nuo suddenly felt a surge of panic. Was fate simply predetermined? No matter how hard he tried, the Jiang family would still go bankrupt, and he would still be living on the streets? In the end, unable to bear the huge loss, he died. Was his rebirth just a joke?

Just then, Gu Jiangkuo called. The familiar voice made Jiang Nuo stop his wild thoughts and feel a little relieved.

"Master, we've found Wang Weiguo." Gu Jiangkuo was a little out of breath. "We encountered a small problem, but it's been solved."

Jiang Nuo had just cried, so her voice was barely perceptible: "That's good, are you okay?"

Gu Jiangkuo keenly noticed something was wrong: "Xiao Nuo, what's wrong with you? And you, are you okay?"

This simple greeting caused Young Master Jiang's calmed emotions to surge again, as if he had finally found someone who could make him not pretend to be strong. That person was on the other end of the phone. Jiang Nuo wanted to find someone who would not laugh at him, but was close enough and trustworthy, and find a safe, comfortable place where no one would disturb him, where he could cry without caring about his appearance, releasing all the turbulent and suppressed emotions, and releasing the heavy sadness and confusion.

"Xiao Nuo?"

Mr. Jiang looked at the driver's back, forced himself to hold back his tears, and finally pursed his lips and whispered, "If you need anything, come over here."

"good."

"Wait, don't hang up," Jiang Nuo said, "You haven't told me what happened yet? What problem did you encounter?"

Gu Jiangkuo reported concisely: "Someone tried to cause trouble near the construction site. It seems to be related to Li Qing. It's not convenient to talk about it over the phone. I will report it to you in detail when we meet."

"You met that gang of thugs again?" Jiang Nuo suddenly became nervous, and that powerless sense of fate came over him again. If he was right, in his previous life, Gu Jiangkuo was left with a lifelong disability because of that gang of thugs.

"Your..." Mr. Jiang almost blurted out, then realized that it was not appropriate to ask such a question in this occasion.

"What?" Gu Jiangkuo, "Xiao Nuo, what's wrong?"

"Nothing," Jiang Nuo exhaled silently and asked calmly, "Are you okay? Did you get hurt when you encountered those vicious little hooligans?"

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