Chapter 40. Jiang Bainian and Jiang Zhongming couldn't help but...
"Nurse, could you please tell me which ward Ms. Jiang Miaomiao, who was admitted by ambulance yesterday, is in?"
Someone rushed to the hospital and was pressing their face against the front desk, asking the nurses questions.
Ren Ziwei covered his face and tried to leave, but Xie Liang held his clothes tightly. It was truly embarrassing and awkward.
The next moment, Xie Liang pulled him forward again, causing him to stumble.
The two had just left when Han Cuo slowly followed behind.
He ignored the expectant look in the front desk nurse's eyes and followed the two idiots ahead of him with precise aim and pace.
Ren Ziwei, who had been labeled as the number one idiot, was complaining, "Can't you be a little more reserved? Two grown men with their arms around each other's shoulders, it's easy for people to misunderstand!"
Silly Xie Liang was stunned. What? Then, seeing that he had grabbed the other person's sleeve in his panic, he immediately shook it off. Indeed!
...
In the ward, Jiang Miaomiao was playing Chinese chess with Yan Yousui.
Two rounds in ten minutes, Yan Yousui couldn't last five minutes in either round before being checkmated.
He frowned, incredulously saying, "I'm really this bad?"
Jiang Miaomiao hummed in agreement: "...So who gave you the courage to say you're really good at chess?"
Yan Yousui would never reveal that he was the old man who sold dishes for five yuan a game at Tianqiao.
Ren Ziwei and Xie Liang had already found the room and confirmed through the glass window that the person playing chess at the table inside was indeed Jiang Miaomiao.
Just as they were about to knock, a long, strong hand passed through them and knocked firmly on the door. The two turned around and saw Han Cuo with a half-smile.
Xie Liang asked warily, "Why are you here?"
"Why are you here? Well, I'm here too." Han Cuo pushed open the door, disrupting the chess game between the two inside. Why were those two exchanging glances so annoying?
Jiang Miaomiao asked in surprise, "Why are you all here? And in such a large group?"
Yan Yousui nodded to them in greeting, then consciously put away the chessboard, retreated to the side of the sofa and sat upright, unusually quiet and well-behaved.
Han Cuo frowned, his sense of unease deepening, but he didn't know where to begin.
Jiang Miaomiao waved her hand in front of them and asked, "Excuse me, what brings you here?"
Ren Ziwei shifted the blame to Han Cuo: "He just said why he came here, and we're right here! So just ask him!"
Han Cuo paused, turned her head and slowly looked at him, "...You're so honest."
"Isn't honesty and friendship our school motto?" Ren Ziwei retorted, did they really think he was one of Chen Shi'an's sycophantic lackeys?
Ren Ziwei noticed that there was only one small sofa in the ward, with Yan Yousui on the left and Han Cuo on the right. Before Xie Liang could react, he quickly moved to sit in the middle.
Xie Liang was suddenly left standing all alone.
But after a moment, he ran over and grabbed Jiang Miaomiao's hand, his voice filled with utmost respect and admiration: "Goddess, I never imagined that you could be so self-reliant despite coming from such a complicated and sordid family. I truly admire you!"
Yan Yousui, Han Cuo, and Ren Ziwei's expressions changed instantly, and one word popped into their minds: "Hanzi Tea"?
Jiang Miaomiao trembled.
Does the detail-oriented Yan Yousui need a reminder? Disinfectant and wet wipes have already been provided.
She quickly wiped her soiled palms clean with a wet wipe, then sprayed disinfectant all over Xie Liang.
Poor Xie Liang, his young heart shattered: "Goddess, is it really that serious?"
"Better safe than sorry!" Jiang Miaomiao reminded him.
Xie Liang leaned against Ren Ziwei, looking aggrieved.
Ren Ziwei stepped aside to avoid it, saying, "...I already told you two grown men shouldn't put your arms around each other."
Han Cuo leaned back on the sofa, crossed his arms, and asked, "Miss Jiang, what did the doctor say about your injuries?"
A gentle voice suddenly intervened from the side: "She has a 5cm impact wound on her forehead. The wound is regular and uncontaminated, and it has healed and is no longer bleeding. Her overall condition is good. She only needs to be observed for another 24 hours, which means she can be discharged in two hours."
Upon hearing this, Han Cuo turned to look at Yan Yousui: "Excuse me, did I just ask you a question?"
Yan Yousui sensed the slight hostility in the other person and frowned slightly: "Didn't you just ask what the doctor said? Is there anyone else in this room who is a doctor besides me?"
Han Cuo choked up for a moment.
The others tried to suppress their laughter.
Since the people had personally visited her in the ward, whether their intentions were genuine or not, Jiang Miaomiao still wanted to express her gratitude: "Thank you for your concern."
"Speaking so politely, are you sure you didn't smash your head?" Han Cuo said again, his tone anything but polite.
Yan Yousui couldn't help but turn his head, and happened to meet Han Cuo's gaze. He replied softly, "She doesn't have it, but you might need to have an ear checkup."
Han Cuo chuckled, "I was just joking, but you seem to have a problem with me?"
"I was just joking with you," Yan Yousui replied. Such a gentle voice only made Han Cuo feel as if he were being hit with a needle in cotton.
These four people were not familiar with each other and had only met for the first time. They gathered here only because of Jiang Miaomiao.
How could the clever Jiang Miaomiao not understand the importance of her role as a link?
But she deliberately remained silent, intentionally watching them either engage in awkward small talk or fall silent. Of course, as long as Yan Yousui wasn't the one feeling awkward.
However, an hour later, the four men were still in the room.
She was a little puzzled: "Don't you guys have anything to do?" Especially referring to Han Cuo.
Han Cuo glanced at Yan Yousui beside him and said, "Aren't doctors always very busy?"
“Even when I’m busy, I still get annual leave.” Yan Yousui smiled, looking incredibly beautiful.
Han Cuo frowned: As a man, is it necessary to smile all the time? And is it necessary to smile in a good way?
Jiang Miaomiao spoke softly, "Now that I've been promoted to Chairman of the Da Jiang Group, do you have anything to say?"
Ren Ziwei frowned slightly: "What did you say? I'm glad you're not dead?"
Jiang Miaomiao replied without hesitation: "Actually, we can talk about whether there's any cooperation we can do?"
Ren Ziwei frowned: "Come on, you're lying in a hospital bed and you're still talking about work? Is it really necessary to push yourself so hard?"
Jiang Miaomiao said, "Didn't you hear that I can be discharged in an hour? Besides, it's a workday today, it's only a little past four o'clock, not time to get off work yet."
Ren Ziwei raised his hand in agreement: "Then let's stick to what we said last time: let's do business together if there's money to be made."
Xie Liang also raised his hand: "I'm currently starting a business, mainly in logistics and e-commerce. If needed, you can ask me to join you."
Han Cuo didn't bother to reply, "I'm just here to visit you in the hospital, I have nothing to say. Besides, the Xie Group has no shortage of profitable businesses."
So cool!
Xie Liang and Ren Ziwei glanced at him sideways.
Jiang Miaomiao nodded, her smile still on her face, but she only looked at Xie Liang and Ren Ziwei: "I will go to your company tomorrow to discuss matters."
Han Cuo, who had been overlooked, glanced at him sideways and lazily hummed, "How mercenary."
But Ren Ziwei had a question: "To fight external threats, you must first secure internal stability. Aren't you busy dealing with the mess at home?"
Jiang Miaomiao waved her hand, "Those trivial matters are hardly a big deal."
When it was time to be discharged, she didn't even need to pack her things; she simply left in the clothes she had worn when she was admitted the day before. With Yan Yousui picking her up and dropping her off, there was naturally no need for Han Cuo and the others to stay as guests to see her off.
However, Han Cuo's expression was still a little off before he left, which was obvious to everyone.
But no one was interested in asking further questions.
I don't know him at all!
On the way, Yan Yousui noticed that Jiang Miaomiao was always busy looking at her face in the mirror.
While waiting for the light to turn green, he turned to reassure her, "Don't worry, I promise I won't have any scars."
“I’m not worried about scarring, but I feel that being discharged from the hospital by the doctor today doesn’t seem like a serious injury.”
"Huh?" His eyes widened suddenly. Just then, the red light turned green. He asked while driving, "What do you want?"
"Of course, it's meant for internal strife," Jiang Miaomiao replied, then suddenly asked, "By the way, do you have gauze, mercurochrome, or anything like that in your car?"
"Yes, there is, in that black box at your feet."
"Then you focus on driving and don't worry about me."
Jiang Miaomiao quickly reached out to pick up the briefcase at her feet.
She quickly applied several drops of mercurochrome to the white gauze on her forehead, and only when she saw the blood seeping through the white fabric and the worsening of her injuries did she feel slightly satisfied.
As Yan Yousui stopped at another red light, he couldn't help but glance at her.
***
Inside the villa, Jiang Zhengye, Jiang Zhongming, and Jiang Bainian reunited.
They've been getting all sorts of strange looks wherever they go lately, and things only started to ease after that photo of Jiang Miaomiao and Jiang Zhengye meeting was released. But for some reason, they feel even more uncomfortable.
Jiang Miaomiao pushed open the door and came in. Her fair forehead was covered with a striking white veil that was seeping blood, which made people's hearts skip a beat.
Suppressing his grievances, Jiang Zhengye asked, "Is breaking a cup that serious? You still have blood on your forehead, and the doctor said you can be discharged?"
"Hmm." This time, Jiang Miaomiao didn't refute, but walked upstairs listlessly and dejectedly.
The father and his two sons were taken aback; it was truly amazing that they hadn't been rebuffed.
Jiang Zhongming muttered, "Dad, did she develop post-traumatic stress disorder after you hit her on the head?"
Jiang Bainian, one of the twins who had no telepathic connection with anyone, frowned: "Something's not right. I feel like she's holding back a big move?"
Jiang Zhongming immediately retorted: "She's already the chairman of the Da Jiang Group, what could she possibly gain by holding back a big move?"
Then… Jiang Bainian clenched his fist, his tone certain: “Is she suffering from a serious illness?”
Jiang Zhongming was skeptical. "Dad, does our family have a history of hereditary diseases?"
"Genetic diseases my foot! If you had them, how come you're all still alive and well?" Jiang Zhengye cursed.
Since the doctor has allowed her to be discharged, it means she's alright. They had also agreed on the division of the markets in the two places beforehand. He had a rare moment of conscience and said, "...She's still injured, so you should avoid bothering her in the future."
Jiang Bainian and Jiang Zhongming pointed at themselves in disbelief: "We messed with her?"... Heaven and earth bear witness, would they dare to mess with her?
On the second floor, Jiang Miaomiao stood behind the stairwell wall, eavesdropping.
Seeing that they hadn't said anything for a long time, he could only go back to his room to take a shower out of boredom, and then go to the study on the third floor to read.
Evenings are when Jiang Jiezhi goes home to catch up on his studies.
This time, however, he urged the driver to speed up, arriving home ahead of schedule. As soon as he entered, he went straight to the study, ignoring his two older brothers calling him. He ran so fast that he eventually leaned against the study door, panting heavily.
Jiang Miaomiao glanced at the wall clock briefly. "Your tutoring time is in seven minutes. First, calm yourself down and get your composure."
“…Take care of yourself first before you talk to me.” Jiang Jiezhi muttered, noticing the glaring bloodstain on her forehead, he quickly went inside, trying to get a closer look, but was pushed away and met with disdain: “Stay away from me, you smell like sweat.”
"That's called masculinity!"
"You have five minutes to adjust," Jiang Miaomiao reminded her.
Jiang Jiezhi muttered, "It doesn't matter if I'm a few minutes late for tutoring, and besides, I don't do this every day."
Jiang Miaomiao raised an eyebrow: "Then I remember you've been taking tutoring for a while now. Show me your recent exam results."
"...I have my tutoring session, I'm going downstairs now." Jiang Jiezhi suddenly changed the subject and turned to run away.
Jiang Miaomiao realized what was going on and immediately pulled out Jiang Jiezhi's tutoring schedule, finding that tonight's class was Fang's science tutoring.
She sent a message to the other party.
[Parent Jiang: Teacher, could you please help me get his recent exam report card?]
[Teacher Fang: No problem, Ms. Jiang.]
A while later, a bunch of photos were sent over in bulk.
Although the exam paper still had single-digit scores, it was clear that the multiple-choice questions were no longer answered by dice.
...
Previously, Jiang Zhengye served as chairman, but he rarely did any actual work; his visits to the company were mostly for show. Now that he's truly retired and staying home, he's actually suffering because he can't go to the company.
He wasn't in the mood to go out and hunt for women last night, so he had a few drinks at home, which led to him going to bed early and waking up early today.
Jiang Miaomiao washed up and went downstairs, only to see him smoking in the living room early in the morning.
When Jiang Zhengye saw her, he originally wanted to take the opportunity to scold her again, but he stopped when he saw that her forehead was still wrapped in gauze.
"Good morning." She deliberately shook the gauze on her forehead, greeted him with a smile, and then went to the dining table to get her food, while instructing Butler Xun to go upstairs and wake the two of them up.
Jiang Zhengye's resignation does not mean that those two good-for-nothings can collect their salaries without doing any work!
What's more, she's now determined to get rid of her two remaining younger brothers!
Butler Xun hesitated and said, "The two young masters didn't return until 3:30 in the morning. It's 8:30 now. They might be sleep-deprived and not want to..."
"Then I'll go order it after I finish eating," she said, tilting her head back to drink the red bean soy milk in one gulp.
Jiang Miaomiao habitually walked to the living room, reached under the sofa, and found nothing.
She paused, gestured for the impatient Jiang Zhengye to move his feet, reached out and rummaged around again, finally confirming that the baseball bat was indeed not there.
Jiang Miaomiao had no choice but to go back to her room to find the spiked club.
The three brothers were completely unaware of the market division agreement between Jiang Zhengye and Jiang Miaomiao. They only knew that Jiang Zhengye told them to stop going against her. Except for Jiang Jiezhi, who had tutoring every night and could not avoid seeing her, the other two were determined to avoid her.
Just in case, the three brothers teamed up again last night and threw away all the murder weapons in the room while Jiang Miaomiao was asleep.
Jiang Miaomiao had no choice but to go upstairs empty-handed and open the doors one by one with her spare key.
It was her first time entering the two people's room. Although the layout and decorations were different, a similar stench wafted over her nose. It was the smell of beer that had been left overnight, the smell of cigarettes and perfume on clothes, and the smell of vomit and other things fermenting together.
Jiang Zhengye, who was sitting silently on the first floor, heard a horrifying scream coming from the second floor.
Before he and Butler Xun could even go upstairs, they saw Jiang Zhongming and Jiang Bainian rushing down in just their boxer shorts, running around in a panic. When they saw Jiang Zhengye, they cried and screamed and hid behind him.
Jiang Miaomiao, meanwhile, slowly dragged a folding stool down. How ridiculous! Weapons are everywhere; how could she possibly hide them?
Jiang Zhengye shouted angrily, "What are you up to now? I finally get to rest at home, and you won't even give me a moment's peace?"
Jiang Miaomiao pointed at the two good-for-nothings behind him: "If you want peace and quiet, then make them take a shower and go to work right now! Old Jiang, they're not like you, with your experience, good looks, charm, or stock dividends. Even if they don't work, they'd still have the capital to seduce women in no time!"
Here it comes again, here it comes again... Jiang Zhengye, who was furious, was inexplicably calmed down.
Jiang Miaomiao scolded again, "They're not young anymore, they're even about to get married and have children. But are you willing to let them marry whomever they want? If you are, I have nothing to say. If you're not, given their current pathetic state of eating and waiting to die, who in a good social standing would want to marry their daughter to them?"
Jiang Zhengye looked dazed for a moment, as if it made a lot of sense.
Jiang Miaomiao continued, "Old Jiang, since my marriage is hopeless, you should focus your efforts on the two of them. Even if you have to pretend, make them act like they are self-disciplined and hardworking to quickly improve their reputation. Then you should quickly find out which families have daughters of marriageable age who can be a good match, and then quickly arrange for them to join forces. With the two families working together, you will definitely have a position even stronger than the chairman of the Jiang Group waiting for you! Otherwise, if you let them run wild, and they get tied down by those bar girls or those who are overly protective of their brothers, you will not only lack a strong in-law assistant, but you will also have to support one person and their entire family."
Jiang Zhengye nodded emphatically. He knew Jiang Miaomiao always had ulterior motives in her words and actions, but he couldn't help but find her words incredibly reasonable! Since he was really free now, he might as well find something to do, such as looking for runaway wives or finding marriage partners for his two sons...
He immediately pulled out the two bastards behind him, and even imitated her by kicking them, sending them upstairs to shower and change clothes.
Jiang Bainian and Jiang Zhongming suddenly felt that their father's love was gone.
The two couldn't help but hug each other and weep bitterly: "The north wind blows... the snowflakes are falling... we're so pitiful, nobody wants us..."
Luxury car, familiar driver—this time it was assigned to Jiang Miaomiao in the name of the company, and even Jiang Zhengye couldn't take it away.
Jiang Miaomiao dragged her two wicked brothers, one in each hand, who had barely managed to look presentable after washing up, into the car.
But before closing the door, he remembered something and turned back to remind Jiang Zhengye, "Why don't you buy them a high-value insurance policy? Otherwise, if I'm too rough and accidentally hurt them..."
The words stopped abruptly, but Jiang Zhengye was suddenly startled: Oh right!
He needs to quickly buy insurance for all the men in his family, especially disability insurance and death insurance!
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