After spending two days in the hospital, Grandpa Ji's heart gradually returned to normal, and he insisted on going home.
Ji Yang had no choice but to prescribe him medication and discharge him from the hospital.
When I returned with the medicine, the old man had already dressed and was packing his things.
"Dad, just wait for me to pack."
He quickly took the package and started packing the contents inside.
Grandpa Ji stood with his hands behind his back, looking disdainful.
"I'm fine now. We need to hurry back. Xiao Gao is a good guy. I feel at ease selling the courtyard house to him. You should talk to him and ask if I can still live there and watch the house for them!"
Jiang Rou, who had just come out of the ward and was on her way to the restroom, was stunned when she heard their conversation.
Previously, her mind had not recovered, and she was unaware that Ji Yang's father had been admitted to the hospital.
Hongjie didn't mention this to her either.
When I suddenly heard that she was selling her house, I thought the money from the sale would be used to compensate her!
Great, more income from notes.
Watching Ji Yang and the other person leave, she quickly went to complete the discharge procedures.
When she got home, she went to see Sister Hong immediately.
Sister Hong has already helped her settle the 3,000 yuan interest debt, and the nightclub's business has not been affected in any way.
"Rou Rou, it's not that Mom doesn't want to help you, but I really can't come up with the 50,000 yuan principal. Although this restaurant is profitable, the profits only cover the expenses, and there's not much left. You should ask Pete for help!"
Knowing that she was going to bring up money, Sister Hong first started complaining about her troubles.
Jiang Rou's face was as long as a donkey's.
"Mom, you haven't raised me for a single day all these years. Now that I'm asking you for a little money, you keep making excuses. Aren't you afraid I'll turn my back on you?"
Lu Ming is your son. He caused her to miscarry. If she really wants to hold a grudge, do you think he can escape responsibility? It's only because Ji Tingting's father works in a government department and doesn't want to cause trouble.
"Ji Tingting and I are good friends. If you can help me resolve my debts, I'll persuade her to stop bothering Lu Ming. What do you think of this deal?"
Hongjie never imagined that one day she would be blackmailed by her daughter.
There's no way around it; after all, they're a piece of my own flesh and blood, and once I've accepted them, I have to take responsibility.
But all her money was reserved for Lu Ming's wedding, and she couldn't touch it easily.
After much thought, she suddenly remembered that when she and Jiang Jianguo were together, their family was being searched. She recalled that Jiang Jianguo had told her that his father had asked him to hide a batch of things, all of which were jade, calligraphy, and paintings.
Those things belonged to feudalism, capitalism, and revisionism back then, but they're not anymore; they're worth a lot of money now!
Jiang Rou's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when she heard this:
“Over the years, I have never heard him mention it. He even told her about the bankbook, but he didn’t reveal a single word about these treasures.”
Sister Hong chuckled:
“He himself may never have seen those things, or he may have forgotten them. Back when we were all lovey-dovey, he let it slip, and that's how I found out.”
“Then I’ll go back and ask him for it.” Jiang Rou was overjoyed.
However, after a moment's thought, she felt it was inappropriate, as she had absolutely no weight in his eyes right now.
Now he only listens to Li Damei.
“Mom, why don’t you go? You have no idea how much Dad has missed you all these years. Feng Shuyao is mentally impaired now, so he definitely doesn’t have any feelings for her. Although Li Damei took good care of him, she came later and can’t compare to the deep bond between you two.”
Jiang Rou advised.
Moreover, she promised that if any jade or calligraphy paintings were sold, she would definitely get a share of the profits.
Sister Hong thought about it for a while and then agreed.
Jiang Jianguo was, after all, the first man she had ever loved.
She also wanted to know how much she still meant to him.
She chose a day, put on the most expensive clothes in her wardrobe, applied heavy makeup, and went home with Jiang Rou.
"Dad, look who I brought to see you!"
Jiang Rou started creating the atmosphere right at the door.
Jiang Jianguo sat in his wheelchair in the living room, discussing with Li Damei the matter of buying a house for her son.
Hearing Jiang Rou's voice, he frowned impatiently.
"What are you trying to do now...?"
He spoke in an annoyed tone.
Looking up at the doorway, I saw a familiar yet unfamiliar figure.
After dressing up, Sister Hong looked much more mature than when she was young, but her eyes still had a seductive charm, just like before.
Her figure hasn't changed much; she's still as slender as ever.
She stood there at the doorway, as if a light was shining down on her, making her seem to glow.
Jiang Jianguo rubbed his eyes, speechless with astonishment:
"Impossible...impossible..."
He felt like he was in a dream.
Jiang Rou took Hong Jie's hand and led her to him. A familiar scent wafted over him; it was indeed his old flame, Lu Wanqing.
At this moment, Sister Hong's eyes were filled with tears, her lips trembled, and she sobbed as she called out his name.
Everyone who sees her will say that she is truly affectionate.
Jiang Jianguo was both surprised and delighted. He quickly grabbed her hand, his eyes reddening.
"Wanqing, you're still alive! What happened?"
Jiang Rou, with great foresight, brought over a chair so the two could pour out their hearts to each other.
Hongjie romanticized her vanity and marriage to a wealthy man, claiming that her family forced her to marry, threatening her with her life if she refused. She had no choice but to compromise, unwilling to let her child suffer, and thus gave Jiang Rou to him.
Jiang Jianguo was heartbroken upon hearing this:
"What a cruel twist of fate. It's good to know you're still alive."
Li Damei, who was standing nearby, saw that the two of them hadn't let go of each other's hands, and she got so angry that she grabbed the wheelchair and was about to push him out.
"Jianguo, it's time to go out and get some sun."
Jiang Jianguo could no longer see the obese Li Damei, and said to her:
"Go cook, Wanqing can push me."
Sister Hong wiped away her tears, stood up, pushed his wheelchair out, and left Li Damei with a defiant look.
With her deformed figure, she still wants to steal men? She's really overestimating herself.
Li Damei felt a sharp pain in her chest from anger. She had almost convinced Jiang Jianguo to save money to buy a house, but suddenly an old flame appeared.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Rou's biological mother did not die.
What should we do?
Just when she was at her wit's end, she saw Feng Shuyao playing in the corner of the yard, counting flower petals.
Back then, Lu Wanqing never slept with the original wife, and now she's the only one he can rely on.
She couldn't help but grab a chicken leg from the kitchen and walk towards Feng Shuyao.
"Want to eat a chicken leg?"
I have something to tell you, do you remember? If you do, I'll give you the chicken leg.
Taking the opportunity, Li Damei told Feng Shuyao about Lu Wanqing stealing her husband back then.
As she was seduced, a fierce glint gradually appeared in Feng Shuyao's bewildered eyes.
The memories of her death are slowly attacking her fragile heart.
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