Jin Miao didn't even know that her brother had already bought her a house. When did this happen? She stood up and examined the property certificate inside and out, looking at Jin He in disbelief.
“Auntie, I’m sorry to tell you something. My father and I died early, and my mother remarried. I grew up in a situation where I was living under someone else’s roof. I didn’t mean anything by buying this house for Xiao Miao. I hope you won’t take it to heart. I just hope that if Xiao Miao doesn’t like you in the future, or if you have conflicts in the future, Xiao Miao will have a place to go.”
Jin He said calmly, "You are a mother, you can understand my thoughts, right?"
Xiao's mother nodded. If she had a daughter, she probably wouldn't agree to live with the man so early either. At the very least, there would have to be some distance. If she could have her own small house, that would be perfect. In case she had a fight with her in-laws one day, she would have the confidence to pack her bags and leave.
"You are a very good older brother," Xiao's mother said admiringly. "You have raised Xiaomiao very well. She is poised and graceful. She is a really good girl, and we like her very much."
Jin He smiled with relief: "That's good."
Jin Miao remained silent throughout the entire meal, holding the bright red property certificate, her heart filled with indescribable feelings. It wasn't until the dinner ended and Jin He handed her the keys that she understood: "It's been renovated for a while now. You can go and take a look when you have time. I don't know if you like the style of the renovation. If you don't want to live at school anymore, you can go home."
"Why don't you put your name on the property certificate?"
Jin He was taken aback, then laughed and said, "Didn't I already say it was for you? Besides, everything my brother has will be yours in the future."
When did this happen?
Last spring.
“You were still in the hospital last spring, and you had already taken care of all this?” Jin Miao looked at her brother, tears welling up in her eyes. “Don’t think I don’t know what you were thinking.”
Jin He sighed and patted Jin Miao's head.
Jin Miao wanted to say, "If you're gone, I won't live either," but she felt that if she said that, Jin He would probably be furious, so she wisely didn't say it. She just wiped away her tears and said, "When we have time, let's go home together."
Jin He said "Okay".
An Yi drove home slowly, probably around 3 p.m. Jin He must have been very tired after a long day. He leaned back in the passenger seat, squinting and frowning, looking unwell.
An Yi parked the car and gently shook him: "Xiao He?"
"Um?"
Jin He's brow twitched slightly.
"Are you feeling unwell? Chest tightness? Or heart pain?" An Yi glanced at Jin He's watch and noticed his heart rate was a little high. "Can you walk by yourself? I'll carry you over?"
Jin He pulled An Yi's hand and stood up, agreeing with his suggestion: "You...you can hug me."
Even through the fabric of his clothes, An Yi could feel Jin He's heart beating irregularly. He knew that it must not be a comfortable feeling, so he didn't dare to delay. After unlocking the door with his fingerprint, he took Jin He into the sanatorium without even changing his shoes. The doctor was reading a book at his desk. When he saw Jin He like this, he quickly put the book down.
"What's wrong?"
"He's experiencing some heart palpitations." An Yi's expression was grave. "I gave him a pill before he got in the car, so why is he still so bad?"
"His emotions are fluctuating too much. Heart patients need to calm down." The doctor turned on the oxygen concentrator and put an oxygen mask on his face. "And we can't delay any longer. Has he scheduled his surgery yet?"
"Mid-next month," An Yi asked again, "Will everything be fine after the surgery?"
"The surgery only treats his mitral valve prolapse symptoms. Heart failure can't be cured. He can only take good care of himself. I've said this many times."
"But……"
"There are no 'buts'," the doctor shook his head. "I understand how you feel, but Mr. Jin He's heart doesn't look like that of a young person at all. You have to be prepared for that. If it gets worse, he might really need a heart transplant. Can you guarantee that a suitable heart can be found right away then?"
An Yi shook his head, his face pale.
"So if you take good care of yourself, you should be able to live to be eighty," the doctor said.
"I understand," An Yi replied. "Thank you."
Jin He leaned against the bed, taking small sips of oxygen. Hearing this, she looked up at An Yi.
"Did you hear that? Take good care of yourself." An Yi said, "You can still live a long time. If you live to be eighty, I just need to live an hour longer than you. I'll come find you right after I send you away."
Jin He, wearing an oxygen mask, couldn't speak easily, so she winked at An Yi.
"So don't be in such a hurry to make arrangements for your funeral. If you buy a house for Xiaomiao at this time, who knows how much that little girl will cry and wail behind the scenes while holding the property certificate."
Jin He chuckled.
"Let me tell you about the arrangements for the next few days." An Yi put his hand on Jin He's hand. "Fang Xiaoke and the others are about to have their finals. They might need to do a live stream with you. You just need to do the reaction work. You don't need to worry about the rest."
Jin He blinked.
"The comments won't be turned off. Everyone misses you and wants to see how you are doing. So your next task is to fatten yourself up and show everyone that you're doing well."
But being chubby and pale doesn't look good on camera, Jin He said with a bitter face.
"I won't do live streams anymore if I don't gain weight to 103 pounds," An Yi said.
Okay. Jin He lowered her eyes.
"After the live stream ends, we'll go back to the hospital for surgery." An Yi held Jin He's fingertips and said, "It's just a reconstructive surgery. You won't feel so bad after it's over. Let's hang in there a little longer. I'll stay with you the whole time."
Jin He reached out and patted An Yi's hand, meaning, "Don't worry."
Yang Xiaoli had a bad day at Jin He's place. Not only did she not get to see him, but she was also kicked out by the security guard. When she got home, she was overwhelmed with worries. As soon as she entered the house, she saw her child's toys scattered all over the room. Her son was sitting on the carpet in the middle playing with his toys, with potato chip and cookie crumbs scattered around him.
She became even more furious and asked, "Xiaoxi, where's your dad?"
"Inside the house."
Only then did Yang Xiaoli hear the sound of a man playing games coming from the second bedroom. Enraged, she kicked open the bedroom door: "Your son is starving to death outside! And you don't care?!"
"Why don't you just cook for him if he's hungry?" The man was very annoyed at being interrupted from his game. "Didn't you go to ask your son for money? Judging from your expression, you didn't get any?"
What do you know?
"Yes, yes, you know, you know everything. How much money did you get from your eldest son?" The man put his headphones back on. "No wonder your eldest son doesn't want to talk to you. He was kicked out of the house on the first day of the Lunar New Year with a high fever. If it were me, I would have hated you to death long ago."
"How could you say such a thing? If you were even slightly capable, would I need to go looking for him? Xiaoxi is about to start kindergarten, aren't you worried at all?"
"What's the use of being anxious? I've already told you that Sun Xiaoxi isn't a smart kid. Sending him to the best kindergarten would be a waste of time. You insist on spending a lot of money to get him in. What's the point?"
"What do you mean, 'no'? My son deserves the best. You're incompetent and you blame your child for not being smart. Aren't you ashamed?!"
The two were already unhappy, and a few words easily ignited the fire. Before long, the house was filled with clanging and banging. Xiaoxi, holding a toy car, looked at the house but remained unmoved.
A short while later, Yang Xiaoli ran out of the house with a clear handprint on her face and sat on the sofa, sobbing.
“Mom…” Xiaoxi stood beside her and took her hand.
“Baby…” Yang Xiaoli thought the child was there to comfort her and was about to reach out to hug him.
"Mommy, I'm hungry, I want to eat pork ribs," Xiaoxi said. "Sweet and sour pork ribs."
In that instant, Yang Xiaoli felt the slap mark on her face burning even more. She opened her mouth and said, "Dad hit Mom just now."
"Mom, you have to listen to Dad."
Yang Xiaoli instantly felt something blocking her chest, and she was too bitter to speak.
She remembered that when her ex-husband passed away, Jin He was about five years old. A five-year-old child is not much older than Sun Xiaoxi. At that time, she was immersed in grief and had no mind to take care of the two children. What did Jin He do?
At that time, he was not even as tall as the stove. He stood on a stool to boil water and make milk for his two-year-old sister. Once, he accidentally knocked over the milk bottle, and the boiling water scalded his back with a string of blisters. When he was hungry, he broke his piggy bank, took out some change, and went to the street to buy steamed buns. He also bought her share and stuffed the hot steamed buns into her hands, and hugged her with his warm little body.
"Mommy, Mommy has Xiaohe. Xiaohe is a man, he will protect Mommy and my sister."
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