Jiang Qiao had no idea that her outburst had made her uncle even more vigilant.
Now, she followed Ning Hao to his place, a hotel, but she just couldn't figure out what Ning Hao's current status was. Was he just helping out temporarily, or was he already under Song Shutian's control?
To be honest, she really didn't want Ning Hao to get involved in this mess. She had already lost everything, so she didn't want to drag others down with her. What if Ning Hao got targeted? Wouldn't they both be in big trouble?
Thinking of that lone wolf, Jiang Qiao's teeth started itching again. That bastard, he wronged her, and she would settle the score with him sooner or later. Did he really think that taking her down would make everything alright? Dream on!
Even someone like her couldn't find out where this person was. That was what frustrated her the most. She had been tricked, but she still didn't know who the other person was.
After watching the lights go out, Jiang Qiao sighed helplessly, turned around and drifted away. She still had a mission to complete and didn't know what was going on with the Wen family father and son.
Wen Zhongxuan's location is quite far from here, in the Northwest. No wonder her mother was unable to do anything about it and could only send some things over by mail.
Unfortunately, of all these things, very few would actually end up in the hands of Wen Zhongxuan and his father.
If it weren't for the fact that she had children to take care of, Wen Jingwan would have gone to check on them long ago.
Jiang Qiao arrived relatively quickly, in the middle of the night. However, she didn't know where Wen Zhongxuan was staying, so she had to go from house to house.
Fortunately, she was lucky. When she entered the second room, she finally saw the face that she almost didn't recognize.
This incident shows Wen Zhongxuan is no longer the image of the second young master of the Wen family; he's worse off than a beggar.
Especially now, her uncle is sick. Apart from her cousin taking care of him, everyone else is sleeping like a log, snoring away. Even her cousin is nodding off.
Jiang Qiao's initial assessment was that Wen Zhongxuan had a fever and his health had deteriorated. It was no wonder that people would get sick when their living conditions were poor. Not to mention her uncle, even her cousin was skin and bones, looking no different from a refugee.
Wen Zhongxuan felt like his whole body was on fire. He opened his mouth, wanting to drink water. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Jiang Qiao quickly mixed the medicine with water from her space and poured it directly into Wen Zhongxuan's mouth.
"Cough cough—"
He must have drunk too fast, because he suddenly coughed. However, even this sound did not wake Wen Shaoyang, who was already asleep beside him.
With the relief of the water, Wen Zhongxuan slowly opened his eyes, his cloudy gaze sweeping over his surroundings.
"Huh—"
It's no wonder Wen Zhongxuan was surprised. His son was asleep, so who fed him water? There was a bitter medicinal taste in his mouth. If he wasn't mistaken, someone must have given him medicine just now.
"Who, who is it—"
Jiang Qiao smiled. Her uncle's confused expression was really cute, just like a child's. Even though he's grown up, his expression was so funny that even her niece couldn't help but laugh.
"Uncle, Uncle, can you hear my voice?"
Even though she knew she couldn't hear him, Jiang Qiao still wanted to try, but unfortunately, Wen Zhongxuan couldn't hear her.
However, he could feel something touching his lips. Although he was puzzled, he opened his mouth and tasted something sweet. Although he couldn't see it, he could tell it was watermelon juice, a very sweet flavor.
"Qiao'er—"
After finishing his drink, Wen Zhongxuan inexplicably uttered those two words without thinking; it was a sudden inspiration, and the words just popped out of his mouth.
Jiang Qiao didn't know how Wen Zhongxuan guessed it, but whether it was just a casual remark or he missed his niece, she remembered her uncle's kindness to her.
Soon, Wen Zhongxuan fell into a deep sleep. The medicine Jiang Qiao gave him contained sleeping pills, so he slept soundly until dawn.
When Wen Shaoyang woke up, there was no one else in the room; they must have all gone out to eat.
Although Wen Zhongxuan took the medicine, his illness came on like a landslide but he recovered slowly. Even though the medicine Jiang Qiao gave him was very effective, its effect was still diminished compared to Wen Zhongxuan's physical condition.
"Dad, why didn't you call me? I'll go get you some food right now. Don't worry, wait for me. These people are really something, living in the same house, it's so inconsiderate."
As soon as Wen Shaoyang stepped out, he saw a package piled up at the door, with a letter on it. The recipient was his father.
"Dad, Dad, look! We don't know who sent us this package, but there's a letter in it too. The handwriting is my aunt's. Come and see! Who's so kind as to secretly leave this package outside? You look at it first, I'll go get you some food."
Wen Shaoyang didn't even have time to look at the letter or the contents of the package before grabbing his bowl and chopsticks and rushing out.
Jiang Qiao placed the items while these people were out eating. She didn't dare to put too many things there, as it would attract attention and cause trouble with so many people around.
The package mainly contained a change of clothes, medicine, a bag of candy, a bag of milk powder, plus a stack of money and tickets.
After reading the letter from his sister, Wen Zhongxuan wiped away a tear. Although the letter didn't specify what she had sent, Wen Jingwan had given her brother a little hint, meaning that the items would be delivered to him gradually. As for how they would be delivered, she didn't say, only telling him to accept them without worry.
"Did I dream last night?"
Wen Zhongxuan is starting to doubt his memory; he feels like last night was a dream.
"well--"
Having too much stuff is a problem. There's nowhere to put it. This room is so big, where are we going to put it? With their identities, won't they be exposed?
Jiang Qiao was aware of this, which is why she didn't dare to bring out so much.
However, after seeing the breakfast that Wen Zhongxuan and his son had eaten, he sighed, turned around and left. The food was even worse than the pig slop in the space before.
It was clear how terrible the living conditions were here, but seeing the father and son eating so heartily, Jiang Qiao couldn't bear to watch any longer.
She went for a stroll and found the farm to be very large. There were many people undergoing transformation there, all sorts of people. She couldn't say that everyone there was good; there were bad people too, and she knew that perfectly well.
Especially when he saw his own uncle dragging his sick body out to work, and the person looking after them seemed rather heartless.
You know, Wen Zhongxuan is still recovering from a serious illness, and Jiang Qiao's short temper just can't stand it.
That guard had the worst luck today. He kept falling down while walking, and even choked while eating.
It's not uncommon for people to do this, but I've never heard of anyone choking on their food and ending up in the hospital. That's really strange.
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