Jiang Ruyi caused trouble for most of her life, but ended up with hemiplegia in middle age. She was young and could have recovered well, but Gu Changzheng had had enough of her and was willing to spend a lot of money to buy peace of mind in the future, so he divorced her.
Wang Shuhua schemed her whole life, but in the end, she got nothing. At seventy, she still had to take care of her daughter who couldn't take care of herself. No matter how unwilling she was, she couldn't refuse. Just like her own child said, she had to bear half the responsibility for Jiang Ruyi becoming like this.
So, in order to ensure that someone would visit her grave after she died, she had to clean up the mess she had made. Jiang Ruyi had long hated her own mother. Since she couldn't move and had difficulty speaking, she deliberately tormented her mother every day, causing her to defecate and urinate, and tormenting her mother day after day.
Wang Shuhua is an old woman, and she's not exactly known for her good temper. When she realized this girl wanted to mess with her, she was ruthless enough to ignore Jiang Ruyi's bodily functions, letting her stay dirty. She wouldn't even sleep in the same room with her, keeping the door closed all the time, so the stench was Jiang Ruyi's own doing.
Every day she would go to the street to buy some food and put it by Jiang Ruyi's bedside, just enough to keep her from starving.
Jiang Ruyi was filled with hatred and howled every day. Wang Shuhua didn't take it seriously. She was old and her hearing was failing. But the neighbors who lived behind her were not happy and kept bothering her. Wang Shuhua had no choice but to pay someone to change Jiang Ruyi's clothes and bedding.
"Let me tell you, Jiang Ruyi, if you make it dirty, I won't care about you. In the end, you'll be the one who gets dirty."
The farcical behavior of the Jiang family mother and daughter caused a stir among the long-time neighbors who had lived nearby for decades, but Wang Shuhua didn't care about the rumors.
In the end, Jiang Jun, Jiang Kai, and Jiang Ruyun, the three siblings, pooled their money to send Jiang Ruyi and Wang Shuhua to a nursing home, using the 1,000 yuan given by Gu Changzheng. When she ran out of her own money, the three of them pooled their money to pay for it.
Wang Shuhua didn't object to going to the nursing home as expected. She knew in her heart that none of her three children wanted her to go to their home. Rather than living at the mercy of others, living in a nursing home was quite good. At least someone would take care of her, and no one there would know her.
But did she really have no thoughts in her heart? Did she really not regret it? Only she herself knows. Whenever she saw other old men and women with their sons and grandsons visiting, the way she stared longingly at the gate was enough to prove what she was thinking.
Wang Shuhua died in her fifth year in the nursing home. She was strangled to death by Jiang Ruyi. Jiang Ruyi had recovered a little at some point, but she didn't say anything. She had started to develop bedsores. It's unclear how she managed to call Wang Shuhua to her side, but when the caregiver came in, Jiang Ruyi was strangling Wang Shuhua with her sleeve, her face contorted in rage. By the time the caregiver arrived, Wang Shuhua was already dead.
The nursing home dared not keep Jiang Ruyi any longer and even called the police. It was eventually discovered that Jiang Ruyi suffered from bipolar disorder and schizophrenia, meaning that Jiang Ruyi had gone mad.
Finally, Jiang Ruyi was sent to a mental hospital. When Gu Changzheng found out, he went to see Jiang Ruyi at the mental hospital and berated her severely. After leaving the hospital, he angrily went to drink alone, which resulted in a stomach hemorrhage and hospitalization. In the end, he was diagnosed with severe alcoholic liver disease and stomach ulcers.
As his life was nearing its end, Gu Changzheng could only do his best to make arrangements for his three children. Fortunately, the three children were already grown up, and their father was still alive. In his last two years, Gu Changzheng finally obtained a promise from his eldest brother before he died: he would take care of his three children in the future. Gu Changzheng was only forty-five years old when he passed away, which can be described as quite young.
Jiang Ruyu saw her aunt again after twenty years at the Yanjing People's Hospital. At that time, Jiang Hongying was already in the late stage of lung cancer. Jiang Ruyu had never seen her since, and did not know where she had been all these years.
While Jiang Hongying was in a daze, she saw the noble person in the newspaper and magazine who was not like the little girl she remembered. Now, she was old and frail with no relatives by her side, while the other person was the high and mighty Chairman Jiang.
Jiang Ruyu never imagined that their reunion would be like this. She sat on the hospital bed speechless for a long time, not knowing what to say.
Jiang Hongying chuckled self-deprecatingly: "Don't worry, I don't have much time left, I won't rely on you."
Jiang Ruyu wasn't afraid that she would cling to her. Not to mention that she was now wealthy enough to pay for her medical treatment, just the fact that she was surnamed Jiang and had the same blood as her father meant that she wouldn't abandon her.
"Why don't you ask Xuewen and Xiangqiao?"
Jiang Hongying turned her head away: "How can I face them to come see me?"
My uncle has long since retired. My cousin Xuewen and my cousin Xiangqiao both went to university after the resumption of the college entrance examination. They have all started their own families and have children. Although they are not very rich, they are content with a modest life.
"When are you going to tell them you're here and that this is your condition?" Jiang Ruyu asked, looking at her aunt who dared not look at her.
"After I die, you can let them see my grave." Jiang Hongying didn't dare to ask for too much.
Jiang Ruyu didn't agree, because of her grandmother: "Did you come back when Grandma passed away?"
In fact, she could sense that Jiang Hongying was in Yanjing all these years, but she was hiding and dared not come out. There were ashes from burning gold ingots in front of her grandmother's grave, which she had encountered a few times. She originally thought they were from her uncle or aunt's husband, until that time when she saw someone who looked like Jiang Hongying in the cemetery. However, she did not expose her. She did not want to have any interaction with her. It was fine as it was.
Jiang Hongying nodded silently: "I came back, but I didn't dare to show up."
Jiang Ruyi didn't ask her if she regretted it. No matter how much she regretted it, it would be of no use. The deed was done, the damage had been done, and she had to bear the consequences of her own actions.
After leaving the hospital, Jiang Ruyu went to her cousin Xuewen's workplace. His major was Chinese Language and Literature, and he was currently the editor-in-chief of a state-owned publishing house. This was no small matter, and Jiang Ruyu wanted to know what he thought about it.
Liu Xuewen received a call from his cousin saying she was at a teahouse near her workplace. He guessed that something important might have happened, so he told his subordinates and came out.
Upon entering the private room reserved by Jiang Ruyu, Liu Xuewen took off his coat and took a sip of tea: "What's wrong? What's the matter that made you, such a busy person, come all the way to see me?"
"My aunt is back at the First People's Hospital."
The tea Liu Xuewen drank immediately tasted incredibly bitter: "Cousin, you should at least have given me some mental preparation."
Jiang Ruyu said, "Don't bother preparing anymore. There's not much time left. It's late-stage lung cancer."
Jiang Ruyu didn't get involved in what happened after that. A month later, Jiang Hongying passed away. Xuewen and Xiangqiao buried her next to their grandmother's grave. Jiang Ruyu had prepared it long ago; it was their grandmother's last wish.
"Ruyu, after your aunt dies, I hope you can bury her next to me. This is all I can do for her as her mother."
Another ten years have passed. The older generation of uncles, aunts, and cousins, including Aunt Li Xiuying, are all gone. Jiang Ruyu and Zheng Yang have all grown old.
Huanhuan gave birth to twin daughters who are of mixed race and are exceptionally beautiful, looking like porcelain dolls.
Zheng Anxu, that guy, is ruthless and doesn't talk much. He directly lured their commander's only daughter back to be his wife. This little daughter-in-law is petite and cute, with a round face and a pair of dimples. She is innocent and naive, and Zheng Anxu coaxed her into marrying him no matter what.
The young girl is unassuming, but she is a design genius. She graduated from the School of Aeronautics and Astronautics and has an extraordinary talent for drone design.
Their children have all grown up and started their own families. The family business that they worked hard for half their lives has been carried forward and expanded even better by their children. They are major taxpayers every year and have also established a special charitable foundation with professional managers to help build schools and hospitals in impoverished areas, ensuring that everyone has access to education and can afford to see a doctor when they are sick.
Jiang Ruyu and Zheng Yang settled in Chuncheng, Yunnan Province, a place with a spring-like climate all year round and beautiful scenery, making it a perfect place for retirement and vacation. They built a manor there and lived a leisurely life, picking chrysanthemums by the eastern fence and gazing at the southern mountains.
When the children bring their partners and children to visit their parents, they often see the two of them sitting in rocking chairs, holding hands, chatting and laughing, their faces filled with memories and happiness.
Mutual support in times of hardship can overcome any obstacle; weathering storms together through thick and thin, this is the essence of life.
Some say that love eventually turns into kinship, but that's not true. It's just that when we're young, love is passionate and outward, but as we grow older and more mature, we inevitably become more reserved, and our emotions naturally subside. But you must believe that 'it' is always there.
Sincere feelings are like fine wine; the longer they are aged, the better they taste!
Love can be passionate and intense, or it can be gentle and enduring! Like a soft stream, it nourishes each other silently!
May we all find our own beauty in the ordinary days. We must believe that no emotion will fade with time; instead, like the setting sun, it will only grow more beautiful with time!
This concludes my writing!
The End!
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