Mr. Wen, show your heart

Chapter 27 27. Old Events

Jiang Chuchu felt that she had a long, long dream.

It seemed that it was still that hot summer, she was lying on the hospital bed alone, in a single room, the decoration was so luxurious that it didn't look like a hospital ward at all.

The pure white clock on the wall walked monotonously, she stared at the long second hand with a blank face, suddenly raised her hand, and tightly blocked her ears, but the quarrel between the two people outside the ward continued hit her.

It seemed that Jiang Fusheng and Jiang Shuyuan had never had such a huge quarrel, and the core of the quarrel was still her.

"She almost died last night. Where were you at that time?"

"Where I am is none of your business. I'm not a doctor. Even if I'm here, what's the use of it... What's more, don't you know which woman's bed you are in?"

It was as if something had been thrown heavily to the ground.

"Jiang Shuyuan, keep your mouth clean for me. What right do you have to say about me? People outside give you three points of color. You really think you are a noble lady. Go out and ask about your crap. Who wouldn't you?" I know what to pretend here."

"Your heart is right, but don't forget, without my Jiang family, you, a muddy leg, can't even be considered an upstart in Nancheng, and people outside call you Mr. Jiang, you really think you are Well, are you worthy!"

"Then you should thank me for being a mud-legged person. Without me, you wouldn't even be able to stay in Nancheng!"

The two people were arguing hoarsely, but no one cared about her in the ward, or no one cared.

Jiang Chuchu is like a symbol, a symbol, the product of Jiang and Jiang's two families being joined together forcibly. She is alive, but there is only one more person who should be there, but her death is also a troublesome matter.

She slowly let go of her hand, her eyes could see and her ears could hear, but for a moment, she didn't want to see or hear.

After an unknown amount of time, the door opened, and Jiang Fusheng came in alone. He didn't have the embarrassment of arguing with Jiang Shuyuan just now, but sat down beside her hospital bed with some consideration.

"Chuchu, Dad is here to see you."

Jiang Chuchu tilted her head and stared into his eyes.

Jiang Fusheng took out a stack of papers and a pen from his briefcase, and stuffed the pen into Jiang Chuchu's hand with a smile on his face.

"Chuchu, do Dad a favor and sign this."

She looked at Jiang Fusheng's face indifferently, there were calculations, comfort, and impatience in those eyes, but there was nothing called caring.

Seeing her not moving, Jiang Fusheng was a little anxious. He looked back at the door of the ward, then took a breath and stood up, bending over to "lift" Jiang Chuchu up, half persuading, half threatening.

"Sign it quickly."

There is something faintly printed on the title... transfer letter.

She didn't look carefully, but with a sullen face, her name was written one by one where Jiang Fusheng pointed.

The name they gave her.

Jiang Fusheng packed up the documents and left quickly.

After he left, Jiang Shuyuan came soon. She looked more like she was looking for something. She walked around the room and asked, "Did Jiang Fusheng come here just now? Did he ask you to do something?"

Jiang Chuchu didn't respond at all.

Jiang Shuyuan cursed again and left.

The wind blows open the window, and the curtains are raised, flapping, like the sound of bird wings.

Jiang Chuchu's eyes moved.

She leaned on the wall, slowly got out of bed, and walked to the window, where the bright summer shade can be seen everywhere.

She climbed onto the window sill and looked down—about the fourth or fifth floor, neither high nor low.

(End of this chapter)