"Jiang Nian, your brother is talking to you, can you hear me?" Jiang Wanzhou was furious with her.
Jiang Nian nodded calmly, "I heard that, but the quota has already been reported, and there should be no possibility of changing it. So brother, instead of lecturing me here, why don't you take good care of me while I can still stay at home for a few days."
These words made Jiang Wanzhou almost get angry. He was an impatient person and kept walking back and forth in the room.
Considering that he was concerned about her, Jiang Nian decided to tolerate his noisy behavior.
Half a day passed before Jiang Wanzhou calmed down and sat beside Jiang Nian's bed.
"Forget it. It's no use trying to persuade you. Fortunately, I've asked Dad. The place where we go to the countryside is not very far. I'll wait for a while and let Dad think of a way to see if he can bring you back."
As he spoke, he pulled out a blood-red jade pendant from his pocket. It was shaped like a leaf and something seemed to be flowing inside it.
With just one glance, Jiang Nian could tell that this was definitely a good thing.
Jiang Wanzhou handed the pendant to Jiang Nian with nostalgia and reluctance in his eyes. "This is something our mother left behind. I always carry it with me, and I feel like mom is still with us. You are going to the countryside this time, and I can't accompany you, so let this pendant accompany you. Take it out and look at it when you miss me."
Jiang Wanzhou's voice was a little choked, which was very inconsistent with his tall appearance.
He was already several years old when Jiang Nian was born, and was old enough to remember things, so even though Zhou Die was born not long ago when she came, he still knew that Jiang Nian was his biological sister.
Unlike the original owner's dependence on Zhu Xianglan, Jiang Wanzhou did not like this mother and daughter. In his eyes, Zhu Xianglan was just someone who fed his sister.
Jiang Wanzhou also contributed a lot to Jiang Qinghe's decision to get his tube tied.
There's nothing that can be done about it. Everyone has selfish desires, and even children understand that. Zhu Xianglan has no confidence because she doesn't have Jiang Qinghe's child. If she gives birth to Jiang's child, Jiang Qinghe will be soft-hearted towards her for the sake of the child, and then they will have no good days together.
Jiang Wanzhou didn't feel that his family had done anything wrong to Zhu Xianglan.
Her marriage with the old man was originally a transaction. Jiang Qinghe said from the beginning that the purpose of marrying her was to breastfeed her younger sister. And Zhu Xianglan was in a situation at the time and needed someone to support her and her daughter. It was just a matter of each taking what they needed.
In comparison, the mother and daughter had a great advantage.
After all, it only takes a while for a younger sister to breastfeed, and Jiang Qinghe has raised them until Zhou Die became an adult. Even if she cannot be compared with Jiang Nian, it is not unfair to her.
The Jiang family is well off. If it were an ordinary family, it would be a problem for their own children to have enough food and clothing, not to mention a burden.
Jiang Nian had no idea of the twists and turns in Jiang Wanzhou's mind. He responded carefully and sent the man away, and only then did he calm down.
She looked at the pendant in her hand, and always felt that there seemed to be something inside the pendant. As she looked at it, she seemed to be fascinated by it.
When she came to her senses, she found that the pendant was gone, and there was a blood-red leaf on the palm of her hand, like a birthmark, deeply embedded in the flesh of her palm.
She was not afraid, she just felt it was magical.
She scratched that spot with her hand, and the blood-red leaves seemed to come alive under her skin and even moved a little.
She felt dizzy and the scene in front of her suddenly changed. She came to a place that was very familiar to her. This chapter has been read (please click on the next chapter to continue reading!)
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