"It's not that simple. His parents are not his biological children. The patient was taken away from the orphanage by the couple when he was thirteen. When he was seventeen, the couple had their own child. They beat and scolded the patient and abused him cruelly. One of his legs was disabled and he walked with a limp. They also drove him to live in a pigsty. He didn't escape until he was twenty-three. Later, when he got married, neither of his parents came, so his wife thought that they had no right to ask for money."
"What's more, the compensation for the car accident was more than 600,000 yuan, and they gave 100,000 yuan to Zhang Jianjun's wife and children, and the remaining 500,000 yuan was taken by the adoptive parents."
Wen Xin felt sad after hearing this. This man was so miserable. She lowered her head and the potato in her chopsticks fell on the table. She was unable to eat it.
Jiang Yan knew she was sad, and couldn't help but comfort her: "God was very cruel to him, but he also left behind such a good wife and daughter, which is also a kind of comfort, so this bone marrow..."
"The bone marrow is needed, but the money cannot be given to those black-hearted adoptive parents. Give it to his wife and daughter. How much do they want?"
"Three hundred thousand."
Wen Xin lowered her head, said nothing, and bit her lips tightly. This amount of money was not a small sum.
"This is a tricky matter. His household registration is still with his adoptive parents, so his parents' decision is more effective than his wife's. His adoptive parents are from the countryside, and his youngest son and his wife also covet the money."
"I've had two fights with Zhang Jianjun's wife."
The warm atmosphere of smashing chopsticks, "He is simply not a human being, he is totally taking advantage of others. Even if I want to give the money, I will not give it to them, but only to his wife."
"I don't want to feed these old dogs for nothing."
Jiang Yan said: "I'll give you his wife's contact information, you can talk to her when the time comes."
Because of this incident, Wen Xin could no longer eat. She lost her appetite after a few bites and was at a loss when she returned to the KTV.
First, she doesn’t have three hundred thousand.
Second, she wondered how that man could have such parents, and she felt sorry for the orphan and his widowed mother.
She had no appetite the whole day and didn't cook when she got home.
When Jun Mohan returned home, he saw her sitting on the balcony without saying a word. She seemed to be comfortable with her eyes closed, but her brows were actually furrowed.
He took off his beige jacket, placed it carefully on the sofa, and touched her gently. Then he came to the balcony. Thinking she was asleep, he put his hand in front of her eyes and waved it.
Wen Xin suddenly opened her eyes, and the two of them were facing each other. Jun Mohan stood up awkwardly and said, "I thought you were asleep."
"I'm not asleep. I'll make you whatever you want to eat."
She stood up and rubbed her sore waist, looking unhappy.
Jun Mohan asked: "You don't look well, what's wrong?"
"It's nothing, I just have no appetite. Something happened to my mom."
"What is it? Maybe I can help you."
Wen Xin had been feeling very uncomfortable after holding it in for a whole day, so she asked, "Do you think there are any relatives in the world who would eat the blood of others?"
The sudden question made Jun Mohan blink, somewhat confused as to what this meant.
Wen Xin told him everything about the bone marrow, and he stood there with his arms folded across his chest, thinking.
Wen Xin shrugged and said, "As long as they save my mother, I will take care of his wife and daughter for the rest of their lives, and I will give the money to his wife, but I will never give a penny to his adoptive parents."
Jiang Yan nodded, "I agree with you. This patient's wish before he died was to donate his organs to give back to society, but his adoptive parents only want to profit from his death. They don't care about his death, they just want the money."
"First, they didn't fulfill their kindness of adopting him from the orphanage and raising him. Second, they didn't give him any love and care and even abused him, causing him to become disabled. Third, they are inhumane and don't treat their own daughter-in-law and granddaughter well. They don't deserve to ask for money at all."
"There is no room for negotiation on this matter. Giving them money is like giving it to a thief."
"You can do this. If you need money, give it to the orphans and widows. If you want to donate it for free, I am willing to help the orphans and widows with you so that they don't have to live too miserably."
"If the adoptive parents insist on asking for money, I am willing to pay for the lawsuit on behalf of the orphan and the widow."
His voice is clear, pleasant, sonorous and powerful, with an aura of leadership that dominates the world.
Wen Xin was stunned, and the annoyance in her head suddenly cleared up, and her eyes brightened as she looked at Jun Mohan.
She said excitedly: "Uncle, you are such a good person, you are my benefactor, I really love you so much, I will call that poor sister right now."
After saying that, she quickly copied the number that Jiang Yan sent her on WeChat into her address book and dialed it, while behind her, Jun Mohan smiled rarely.
He stroked his beard, feeling inexplicably excited. This seemed to be the first time this woman praised him like this.
And said I love him to death.
The warm call was quickly connected, and the woman on the other end spoke in a hoarse voice, "Hello! Hello! Who are you?"
"Hello! Are you Zhang Jianjun's relative?"
"Yes, I am."
"I'm Lin Haiyan's daughter, the one whose bone marrow matches your husband's. Can we meet and talk?"
"Okay, where are you now?"
Wen Xin said: "I'm at home. If it's convenient, I'll come and talk to you."
"Okay, that's convenient. I'm at home now. I'll send you the address."
The call was hung up. Wen Xin turned around and made an OK gesture to Jun Mohan who was stroking his beard.
The address was sent shortly afterwards.
"Uncle, I'll go out and talk to her first."
"Wait a minute, I'll go with you."
Before Wen Xin could say anything, he had already picked up his coat and walked outside.
Wen Xin followed him into the elevator. Looking at the tall man in front of her, she instantly felt that she had someone to rely on and a sense of security she had never felt before. The cracks in her heart seemed to be slowly healing.
She approached the serious-looking man in the elevator step by step, until they were standing very close to each other.
Jun Mohan shot a sharp look at her. Wen Xin was frightened and hurriedly moved away from him.
The elevator door opened immediately, her face flushed, she took a deep breath and forgot to go out.
Jun Mohan slapped her on the head with his big hand, "Go! Little brat."
It felt like an older brother caressing his younger sister, which made Wen Xin feel uncomfortable. She slapped his hand away and protested, "I'm not a little brat."
"I'm twenty-three years old. I'm an adult now."
"Hurry up, you little brat who hasn't grown up yet."
The man in front was chattering, and Wen Xin was so angry that she laughed. The slight ripple of emotion that had just risen in her heart towards him was instantly eliminated by her.
They treat her like an older brother and a younger sister, so she must not be tempted. She must guard her heart and avoid getting hurt.
Bicycles shuttle through the bustling big city, with traffic busy beside them and couples holding each other's arms on the sidewalks.
Wen Xin, who was sitting in the back, looked at him enviously, her eyes falling on Jun Mohan's back again.
Suddenly, there was an emergency brake, and Wen Xin leaned forward without warning, her chest hitting his back, and it was like an electric shock, causing Jun Mohan's bicycle to almost fall over.
Damn it!
He cursed himself in his heart for his lack of endurance.
Wen Xin rubbed her head and complained, "Uncle, can't you ride slower? It hurts me so much."
"Hold me tight and the situation just now won't happen again."
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