Chapter 140 The Most Peaceful New Year
Jin Qingyu and Zhou Huaiyan quickly reached a consensus.
As Zhou Huaiyan was leaving, Jin Qingyu asked him again, "Have you seen Yaoyao again? How has Yaoyao been since that day?"
The old man happened to come in from outside and heard Jin Qingyu's words. He said, "I just went to see Yaoyao. She's doing a little better. Go see her when you feel better."
The old man felt a pang of guilt. Given Jin Qingyu's current injuries, it would probably take at least half a month before he could get out of bed.
Hong Kong is only so big. Even if he searches the whole country, half a month should be enough time for him to find the missing trace.
The most important thing now is to keep Jin Qingyu calm. That grandson of his is capable of anything when he goes crazy.
Even if they really couldn't find Yaoyao, the old man felt that they should at least wait until Jin Qingyu's injuries were almost fully healed before telling him all this.
Zhou Huaiyan said nothing, which was taken as tacit agreement with the old man's words, and the worry between Jin Qingyu's brows finally dissipated a little.
But as soon as Zhou Huaiyan left, Jin Qingyu tentatively asked the old man for his cell phone.
The old man's face immediately turned cold: "You just woke up, what are you looking at your phone for? Yao Yao needs to rest too, so just behave yourself."
After reprimanding Jin Qingyu, the old man privately spoke with Assistant Xu, instructing him not to give the phone to Jin Qingyu under any circumstances.
Unaware of the chaos in the ward, Jiang Xingyao was caught off guard. Before she knew it, it was the eve of her departure abroad with Madam Rongyue. Jiang Xingyao returned to her apartment, packed her clothes, and then went to the studio to leave a message for Shen Ying.
As she left the studio, she ran into Assistant Xu, who was coming down from the top floor and was probably looking for Zhou Huaiyan.
Upon seeing Jiang Xingyao, Assistant Xu was as energetic as if he had been injected with chicken blood. He immediately stepped forward and blocked her way: "Madam, where have you been all this time? The old man has been looking for you. He is very concerned about you."
And Mr. Jin, he's been asking about you ever since he woke up yesterday. Are you really not planning to go see him?
“I’m not your wife,” Jiang Xingyao corrected. “Jin Qingyu and I are divorced. His affairs have nothing to do with me. Also, please tell Grandpa that I’m fine and he doesn’t need to worry.”
When Assistant Xu heard this, the first thing Jiang Xingyao did was to sever ties with Jin Qingyu. The woman's eyes remained calm and unwavering, and even when he mentioned Jin Qingyu's situation, there was no ripple in her eyes.
At that moment, Assistant Xu suddenly realized with absolute certainty that Jiang Xingyao truly didn't care about Jin Qingyu at all.
“Ms. Jiang, even if you don’t see Mr. Jin, the old man…” Assistant Xu tried to persuade Jiang Xingyao to go see the old man, but Jiang Xingyao directly refused.
Jiang Xingyao said, "Assistant Xu, please tell Grandpa that I'm alright. I have my own things to do, so I won't go today."
I'll visit Grandpa when I have more time.
Assistant Xu also knew that he couldn't persuade Jiang Xingyao anymore.
Fortunately, the old man only confirmed Jiang Xingyao's situation and did not insist that Jiang Xingyao be taken back. Assistant Xu did not force him, but he couldn't help but sigh in his heart that President Jin must have disappointed his wife too much for her to leave so decisively.
After returning to the hospital, Assistant Xu called the old man out and whispered about Jiang Xingyao's condition. The old man's face showed a hint of helplessness, and in the end, he could only sigh: "If you don't want to come, then don't come. As long as I know that Yaoyao is alright, this old man can finally breathe a sigh of relief."
Assistant Xu could still see a hint of sadness on the old man's face; in this situation, he simply stood aside in silence.
Back in the capital, the old man was also worried. After seeing that Jin Qingyu's condition had stabilized, he handed everything over to Assistant Xu.
Seeing Jin Qingyu's injuries improving day by day and that he would soon be able to get out of bed, Assistant Xu felt a little anxious.
Jiang Xingyao's affair couldn't be kept secret for long. He felt that the old man left in such a hurry because he didn't want to face Jin Qingyu's questioning after the lie was exposed.
Time flies, and it's already the 29th of the twelfth lunar month.
The hospital seemed much quieter than usual, and occasionally you could hear nurses discussing where to buy ingredients for their New Year's Eve dinner after get off work.
Assistant Xu also called home to tell his wife that he couldn't come home for the Chinese New Year this year.
When he returned to the ward, he received instructions from Jin Qingyu to prepare a grand fireworks show, which should be placed directly opposite the ward window.
Assistant Xu knew that the matter of Jin Qingyu and Zhou Huaiyan jointly taking over the Du family had come to an end. This fireworks show was both a celebration and a New Year's gift for his wife.
To this day, Mr. Jin still believes that his wife lives next door.
Knowing full well the bloodshed that would follow if things were exposed, Assistant Xu was now in a bind, as the old man had laid the lie. He could only continue to help delay and cover it up.
Assistant Xu thought it would have to be delayed until at least after the New Year.
On New Year's Eve, Assistant Xu went out and bought two plates of dumplings. Before he returned to the ward, he saw Jin Qingyu leaning against the wall in the corridor, standing between two wards.
Assistant Xu's heart skipped a beat. He couldn't care less about anything else and quickly walked up to Jin Qingyu. Before he could even speak, the man asked, "Xu Wei, from the very beginning, you've been lying to me. Yao Yao has never been here, has she?"
The ward next door was empty. The patient who used to stay there had been discharged a few days ago, and the name on the registration couldn't possibly be Jiang Xingyao.
“Mr. Jin, you can’t get out of bed yet. Let me help you inside first,” Assistant Xu changed the subject.
Jin Qingyu's rib injuries were severe, especially the broken rib that punctured his lung. He would cough incessantly when speaking, and occasionally cough up blood.
If you get emotional, that's even worse.
Assistant Xu noticed that large areas of his hospital gown were stained with blood, and there were even some mottled bloodstains on the ground.
"Xu Wei, tell me, where did Yao Yao go?" Jin Qingyu asked again. His words were short, but his voice was strained from intermittent coughing.
"Mr. Jin, let me help you inside first," Assistant Xu deliberately avoided the topic.
Jin Qingyu's expression became somewhat flustered as Assistant Xu gave vague answers. He reached out and grabbed Assistant Xu's collar: "Tell me, has something happened to Yaoyao?"
"Madam..." Assistant Xu had barely opened his mouth when the hand gripping his collar gradually loosened, and Jin Qingyu began coughing violently again. He leaned against the wall, vomiting mouthful after mouthful of blood.
Assistant Xu quickly tried to help him up, but he brushed him aside. After another violent coughing fit, Assistant Xu saw Jin Qingyu collapse to the ground.
He quickly went to call the doctor on duty.
Jin Qingyu was wheeled back into the operating room.
The head nurse, standing outside, said with some dissatisfaction: "Haven't I told you many times? The patient's condition is very bad, and there is a high probability that he will suffer from sequelae. He should be given proper rest."
"You don't stop him from working, fine, but how could you let him get out of bed?"
Assistant Xu didn't respond. To be precise, he couldn't respond either; how could he possibly control President Jin?
The head nurse was still lecturing Assistant Xu when the lights in the operating room finally went out. Outside the window, a grand fireworks display suddenly exploded, the flashing flames illuminating almost half the sky.
The head nurse was somewhat surprised: "Huh, Hong Kong has never had such a grand fireworks show before. What's going on this year?"
There were no fireworks in Hong Kong, of course. This was set off by their CEO, Mr. Jin, for his wife. Hopefully, his wife is still in Hong Kong, so that she can see these fireworks.
Jiang Xingyao was not there, of course. Half a month ago, she had already arrived in Shancheng with Madam Rongyue. This was Madam Rongyue's hometown. They were going to wait here until the New Year was over before going abroad.
Although Jiang Xingyao had only been with Madam Rongyue for a little over half a month, the knowledge and skills Madam Rongyue taught her were already comparable to what she had accumulated over so many years. During this time, she was like a sponge that could never be filled, desperately and frantically absorbing knowledge from Madam Rongyue.
Besides practicing the piano, she was always composing music, completely absorbed in it and had long forgotten about time. Madam Rongyue rarely bothered her, only offering guidance and telling her how to improve when she asked questions.
Although she appears aloof to outsiders, she is exceptionally easygoing with her own people.
The pieces Jiang Xingyao composed during this period were also sold one after another under the name Qu Weiyi.
In just half a month, Qu Weiyi's name has already gained some recognition in the composition world.
Jiang Xingyao only realized in a daze when she received Ji Yunyin's New Year's greeting call that time had flown by and the New Year had already arrived.
After hanging up the phone with Ji Yunyin, I received several New Year's greetings on my phone. These came from her friends and some people I had recently worked with.
Jiang Xingyao replied to each of them. When she got to Shen Ying's post, she saw that Shen Ying had sent her a video of a grand fireworks display in Hong Kong, with the dazzling fireworks almost illuminating half the sky.
Jiang Xingyao also took pictures of the fireworks in the mountain city for Shen Ying. They were scattered and not nearly as grand as those in the port city.
After replying to all the messages, Jiang Xingyao went to see Madam Rongyue, the world-renowned pianist who was currently making dumplings by hand.
The sound of the Spring Festival Gala coming from the TV brought a warm feeling to the room.
Jiang Xingyao quickly washed her hands and came over to help: "Aunt Yue, why didn't you ask me to help you cook?"
"I did this little thing without a second thought. Have you finished writing that piece of music?" Madam Rongyue asked.
Jiang Xingyao had already discovered that although Madam Rongyue was very famous, she was actually very down-to-earth. Whether in Hong Kong or now in Shancheng, she did not hire a housekeeper and did everything herself.
The place she lived in in the mountain town was just an ordinary little courtyard, nothing special.
"It's almost done, but I already have an idea," Jiang Xingyao said, as she helped roll out the dumpling wrappers.
Madam Rongyue nodded: "Very good. Once this piece is sold, we should leave. With these pieces left behind, when you return to the country next time, you will have some recognition and won't be completely forgotten."
Every word she said was for Jiang Xingyao's sake, and Jiang Xingyao felt a warmth in her heart. Fireworks exploded outside, and everything seemed peaceful and serene. Jiang Xingyao felt that this was perhaps the most peaceful New Year she had ever had since her grandfather passed away.
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