Chapter 93 If Heaven Doesn’t Punish You, I Will
"If you continue to disgust me with your hypocritical friendship, there will be nothing left to talk about between us!"
Jiang Guodong felt unfamiliar with Jiang Cha's indifference and determination.
When he was in the Ye family, Jiang Guodong didn’t like ginger tea very much.
From childhood to adulthood, he had never hugged her once, let alone coaxed her.
However, Jiang Cha is a child who desperately longs for fatherly love.
The more he disliked Jiang Cha, the more Jiang Cha hoped to gain his approval. It was like a vicious cycle.
As long as Jiang Guodong has a good face towards Jiang Cha, Jiang Cha will be happy for a long time.
In his eyes, Jiang Cha is still as gullible as before.
But he didn't know that now, he felt disgusted if he looked at Jiang Cha for even a second.
"You've never loved me since we were little. You only love Jiang Cheng... Oh no, you only love yourself, Jiang Guodong. You're also playing the emotional card with me. The more I want to kill you, the more I want to say it. So, just say it directly. I won't give you a second chance to speak."
For a moment, Jiang Guodong felt that the ginger tea in front of him was not real ginger tea.
"I want money, lots and lots of money."
"Give me the money, and you won't come to see me and mom again?"
"Yes, as long as you give me money, I promise that I will never bother you again."
"Then how much do you want?" Jiang Cha pretended to believe his lies, and Jiang Guodong was ecstatic.
"Fifty thousand, I only need fifty thousand!"
"Only... fifty thousand... is enough?"
Jiang Cha smiled.
Even when she died in 1993, it was rare to find people with family assets exceeding ten thousand yuan.
Jiang Guodong dared to speak.
"It seems we can't reach a consensus."
Jiang Cha has money, but won't give it to him.
If murder wasn't against the law, she would have picked up a stone and smashed Jiang Guodong's head.
Jiang Cha slowly took out the needle bag, and the slender silver needles reflected light in bright and dark shadows.
"What do you want to do?" Jiang Guodong widened his eyes in horror. His right leg bone was broken and his hands were tied behind his back. He couldn't move at all.
But his instinct for survival forced him to shrink back several positions.
"I am your father. If you dare to attack me, you will be punished by God."
What is divine punishment or not?
Ginger tea is not scary at all.
If there really is such a thing as karma, then why didn't the Jiang family, who harmed her like that in her previous life, get any retribution?
"If God doesn't punish you, I will!"
Jiang Cha held Jiang Guodong's shoulders, and her light eyes showed the relief of breaking through the inner demons.
"Cha Cha, it's Daddy's fault, Cha Cha. Daddy is sorry for you. Can you forgive Daddy? As long as you let me go, I will definitely treat you well in the future."
"unnecessary."
Three words ended everything.
Jiang Cha grabbed Jiang Guodong's hair and pierced his scalp with a silver needle.
Slowly and gently, just like how she treats each of her patients.
Medical skills can save lives, but they can also kill.
But Jiang Cha doesn't do anything to kill people.
Jiang Guodong's pupils gradually dilated as the silver needle was completely buried.
Jiang Cha had her back to the people outside, so no one could see her movements clearly.
for a long time.
She stood up and admired her masterpiece with satisfaction, her eyes full of joy.
"Letting you die would be too easy for you. You haven't even repaid me for all the suffering I've endured over the past seventeen years. How could you possibly die?"
Jiang Guodong chuckled, and all his underlying colors disappeared without a trace. He lay on the ground, grinning foolishly.
"Hungry, sister, hungry..."
After a while, he started crying again.
Cry loudly.
"Ouch, it hurts, whoosh..."
He wiped his hands clean and turned around quickly.
The moment I walked out of the cowshed, even the sky seemed to be much brighter.
She looked at the tall Huo Jingchuan in front of her and raised her head, "Let him go!"
Then she added wearily, "Send him away."
It would be best if she never sees him again in this life.
Huo Jingye patted Jiang Cha on the back.
"Don't be sad. Only those who are truly good to you can be considered your family."
Jiang Cha smiled and said, "I know, second brother, you are my relatives."
“So good!”
Zhang Keda half-knelt in front of Jiang Cha and patted his shoulder.
"Come on, I'll carry you!"
Huo Jingye pushed him aside and said, "No, why are you trying to steal her job? And how can you be her brother? Come on, Cha Cha, let me carry you!"
Jiang Cha was amused by these two people.
"Okay, I can walk by myself, let's go home!"
"Well, go home!"
Huo Tingkun's incident sounded a wake-up call for Jiang Cha.
She had to extract useful information from the muddled memories of her past life to avoid possible risks.
After dinner, Zhang Keda returned home. Jiang Cha was holding a pen and writing a timeline in the room.
The brown soft-cover diary was opened, and Jiang Cha's beautiful handwriting was clearly visible.
October 1976, letter of denunciation.
In November 1976, I went to the countryside.
In July 1978, the mission encountered danger.
Jiang Cha pondered over it, wondering in which month of 1978 did Huo Jingchuan get into danger?
She only vaguely remembered that such an incident happened. In her previous life, she had never lived with the Huo family. She had always been with Jiang Guodong, and all the news she received was delayed.
Jiang Cha simply used the empty space on the other side of the diary to make a draft and calculate the time.
When she heard the news, there was still a month before the Chinese New Year.
In 1978, in November of the lunar calendar, Uncle Huo had already returned from the Northwest with my mother.
We have to move forward in time.
Jiang Cha still hasn't figured out in which month Huo Jingchuan's injury occurred.
Huo Jingchuan's head appeared in the window, scaring Jiang Cha.
Jiang Cha quickly closed the notebook and patted his chest in shock.
"Brother, why are you walking without making any sound?"
It almost scared her to death.
Huo Jingchuan reached in and picked up two White Rabbit candies from the fruit plate.
He stuffed one into the hand of Wu Xiaocao, who looked up at him and giggled, and for the other one, he peeled off the candy wrapper and put it into his own mouth.
"I walk and there's a sound!"
He nonchalantly rested his elbows on the windowsill and looked at the ginger tea seriously.
"What are you doing wrong? Are you afraid others will find out?"
Jiang Cha stuffed the diary into the drawer and said, "I would never do anything wrong!"
"Why are you like a kitten? You get angry when you're teased?"
Huo Jingchuan took out a pen from his pocket and handed it in through the window.
"Did you repair this pen?"
"That's right, don't you see who I am?"
Jiang Cha took the pen and couldn't wait to unscrew it and look at it again and again. The cracked nib had indeed been repaired by Huo Jingchuan.
"Now, I can report to Dada!"
“…”
Huo Jingchuan's voice and Jiang Cha's voice came out almost at the same time.
After understanding what Jiang Cha was muttering, Huo Jingchuan stared at the pen with a strange look in his eyes.
"Tell me, who gave this to you?"
Jiang Cha took out a blank piece of letter paper and drew a few wavy lines on it.
Great repair!
Just as useful as before.
"Dada!"
As soon as the words came out of her mouth, she was stunned.
Then, Huo Jingchuan snorted coldly.
"If I had known, I would have just let him rot on the ground!"
Why does she treasure the pen that Zhang Keda gave her so much?
How come she never wore the scarf he gave her?
Huo Jingchuan pursed his lips, looking a little unhappy.
Jiang Cha put the pen into the drawer, then peeled a White Rabbit candy, held it out the window, and tiptoed to bring the candy to Huo Jingchuan's mouth.
"Brother, have some candy."
"What is this? A thank you gift?"
"No, I'm kidding you!"
Jiang Cha was so obedient that Huo Jingchuan couldn't handle him.
"Cheer me?"
He smiled. "A candy?"
Or ready-made sugar.
"Your thank you gift will be given to me tomorrow!"
Huo Jingchuan thought about it for three seconds.
"make a deal."
He tilted his neck, took the candy in his hand while drinking ginger tea, and put it into his mouth.
The soft lips touched Jiang Cha's white fingertips, and the hot breath sprinkled on Jiang Cha's skin, burning her whole body.
Jiang Cha retracted his hand and clenched the candy wrapper tightly in his hand, "I have something else to do, bye!"
She closed the window and drew the curtains to block out the view from outside. The burning sensation took a long time to subside before it reluctantly dissipated.
After calming down for a while, Jiang Cha took out his diary again and continued to calculate the time that he had not finished calculating just now.
Jiang Cha couldn't calculate the exact time, but based on her memory, Huo Jingchuan was injured in July or August 1978.
From then on, Uncle Huo and his family had a smooth journey to success.
Jiang Cha put away the diary, took out the silver needle and continued practicing.
Regardless of what will happen in the future, whether it will happen again or not, she will work hard to improve her medical skills and prevent problems before they happen.
The next morning, Huo Jingchuan deliberately sent Huo Jingye away and pushed Jiang Cha's bicycle to take her to work.
Huo Jingchuan didn't sleep the whole night because Jiang Cha had clearly rejected him yesterday.
He stayed at Chief Ji's house and disturbed Ji Zhixu all night.
This morning, Ji Zhixu, with a pair of panda eyes, kicked Huo Jingchuan out of their house as if he was the plague god.
After not sleeping for a whole night, Huo Jingchuan acted as if nothing had happened.
Jiang Cha sat on the back of the bicycle, holding Huo Jingchuan's clothes around his waist with both hands.
Huo Jingchuan rides a bike more steadily than Huo Jingye.
It was a short journey, a journey that could be seen every day, but only when Jiang Cha sat behind Huo Jingchuan did the scenery she saw become different.
She cherishes every minute and every second of the time she has now.
"Chacha."
"Um?"
"Don't you like the scarf I gave you?"
“I love it!”
Jiang Cha didn't expect Huo Jingchuan to ask this suddenly, so she answered subconsciously.
She had never bought such a pink silk scarf, it touched her heart.
Huo Jingchuan asked again: "Then why haven't I seen you wear it before?"
He had been wanting to ask this question since yesterday when he found out that the pen he had repaired with great effort was actually a gift from Zhang Keda to Jiang Cha.
Now, the question was finally asked.
"That's because..."
How could Jiang Cha explain to Huo Jingchuan that her mental age was actually 35?
Pink is too tender, she...is not worthy of it?
"Why?"
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