Stomach cancer?
Jiang Nanshu was slightly stunned.
Logically, Mrs. Jiang was supposed to have breast cancer, but it turned out to be stomach cancer.
Jiang Jingcheng’s voice continued, "It’s probably related to the food she used to eat, which contained harmful substances that could cause cancer."
Jiang Nanshu slightly raised her eyebrows and thought of the Song Family supplements that Mrs. Jiang had cherished so much.
Good advice is wasted on the dead.
Then, Jiang Nanshu hesitated before saying, "Even if I go, she won’t get better. I better not upset her; maybe she’ll live a little longer."
Jiang Jingcheng didn’t try to persuade her further and hung up the phone.
As for Mrs. Jiang’s terminal stomach cancer, the entire Jiang family knew about it.
Jiang Nanshu’s five brothers took turns visiting, and even Mr. Jiang went to take care of Mrs. Jiang for a few days.
Jiang Nanshu was the last to know.
Regarding Mrs. Jiang wanting to see her, Jiang Nanshu said she was no god; visiting Mrs. Jiang wouldn’t make her any better.
She refused.
After that night, Lu Qingyan hadn’t come back.
He was very busy, the entire burden of the company fully resting on his shoulders. He was so busy he had no time to spare, not to mention taking care of Jiang Nanshu, he didn’t even send her a message.
She thought that after that night, their relationship would improve slightly, and if it did, Jiang Nanshu would try her best to let Lu Qingyan put aside his grudge against her.
But Lu Qingyan didn’t give her any chances.
Before she knew it, a week had passed.
The peach trees in the courtyard began to sprout.
Spring had arrived.
But the villa still felt as cold as winter.
Jiang Nanshu suddenly remembered the nurse’s words.
She said that after leaving the mental hospital, she should properly experience love and be truly loved.
But the reality was that the familial love she now received was predicated on changing their destinies.
She had waited a year without the Jiang family confessing to her, telling her the secret that they could hear her thoughts. Even if they couldn’t hear them anymore, they would at most gather to discuss briefly and then get busy with their own things, gradually forgetting the past events.
Jiang Yunchuan wasn’t swindled of money or busy with his gaming company, Jiang Zhouye sang the songs from Jiang Nanshu’s heart and was busy with a music competition. Jiang Hemian’s hands were intact, busy with more profound experiments. Jiang Jingcheng was healthy and competed for the deputy directorship of the hospital, Jiang Yisen also completed the development of the Nanshan District, earned a large sum, and then became busy expanding the commercial map of the Jiang family; Mr. Jiang was busy taking care of the sick Mrs. Jiang.
She had left home for over a week, and not a single person asked where she had gone.
They were too busy to notice her abnormalities; Lu Qingyan also ignored her.
She could bear the consequences of her own sin.
She could also strive to heal the wound in his heart.
But he had said it would end only in death.
Death would indeed be the end.
Yet, she somewhat couldn’t bear to part with Xu Xi, Sister Yan, her Yiyi, Golden Sister, and Mr. Ji and Mrs. Ji, and the ever money-hunting, brother-supporting Ji Ze. Well, let’s add the simple and kind Yang Jiashu too; he was a good person.
Jiang Nanshu counted on her fingers.
What she gained was as much as what she lost.
Jiang Nanshu called Lu Qingyan again.
If he picked up, she would wait a bit longer; at the very least, she could not let Lu Qingyan, who had once been so good to her, be sad again.
But Lu Qingyan did not answer the phone.
Undeterred, she dialed again.
This time it was directly hung up.
Jiang Nanshu lowered her eyes.
Why couldn’t he accept her faults along with her virtues?
Jiang Nanshu felt that before parting, she still needed to get her preparations in place.
So, she called her five brothers one by one.
First, she called the kind Fifth Brother, Jiang Yunchuan.
He answered, but there was some noise in the background.
"Fifth Brother, I have something I want to discuss with you..."
"Talk later, I’m busy with business right now."
The call ended.
Jiang Nanshu then turned to call Jiang Zhouye.
He directly declined the call, without even leaving a message.
Oh, he must be participating in an event. No blame there.
Jiang Nanshu found Jiang Hemian’s number; this time the call was answered by a female voice, "Hello, what can I do for you?"
Jiang Nanshu took a deep breath, making her voice gentle, "Hello, I’m looking for Jiang Hemian, I have something to discuss with him..."
"Qu Yao, who is it?" Jiang Hemian’s voice could be heard in the distance.
The female muttered, "You don’t even label your contacts, how would I know who it is...Must be a spam call, never mind, just keep doing your experiment."
Jiang Nanshu wanted to laugh; by the time she reached the third brother, she had become a spam call.
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