Immersive Fast Wear: The Anti-Strike Manual of the Heartthrob

Chapter 39: Stupid and spoiled little "stepmother" vs. dark and evil stepson (10)

Yes, the person he loves doesn’t love her, and this is not the place for him to calm his depressed mood.

Jiang Weiche was in a low mood. He looked up and saw the surprise in Zhu Huayan's eyes. He laughed at himself but couldn't help asking:

"How do you feel? Are you feeling any worse?"

Zhu Huayan shook his head to indicate that he was fine.

Then he raised his head and looked around. Everything was white. He was wearing a blue and white striped patient gown, and the smell of disinfectant lingered at his nose.

Obviously, she is in the hospital now.

Why am I in the hospital?

Yes, it’s because I was overly stimulated by some news.

What's the news?

Zhu Huayan tried hard to recall the lights in the emergency room that suddenly went out, the doctor in a white coat, the helpless expression on his face, and Jiang Weiche's furrowed brow.

Ah, I remembered it.

Zhu Huayan's face turned pale instantly, unwilling to accept the reality that was so close at hand.

Jiang Weiche looked at her expression and knew that she was remembering what happened before. He said in a tired voice:

"My father passed away, and a bunch of distant relatives came to visit. The house is a mess. There are also many things in the company that need my attention. I may not be able to take care of you for the time being. You,"

At this point, he paused briefly, his expression somewhat tangled and painful.

"Why don't you go back to school for a while and wait until I have dealt with everything before I talk about you and your father."

He wanted to temporarily separate Zhu Huayan from family affairs, and also to allow himself to sink alone in the dark emotions and abandon the feeling of attachment.

But who would have thought that the girl, who had always been pampered and only cared about herself, leaned forward and rubbed Jiang Weiche's messy hair with her hand.

"No need. I'll be wherever you are."

The rare gentle gaze looked at Jiang Weiche, who looked like a fragile little boy at the moment, as if he was saving him, but also as if he was pushing him to further depravity.

Jiang Weiche tilted his head slightly, and the hand that was rubbing his hair touched his cheek.

Feeling the softness and tenderness on his cheek, he thought: Let go? It's impossible anymore.

Zhu Huayan was frightened by the deep emotions in Jiang Weiche's eyes, and stepped back and withdrew her hand.

Jiang Weiche lowered his eyes, buried his outward emotions in his heart, lowered his head, and looked very vulnerable.

"Whoo~"

Zhu Huayan breathed a sigh of relief and confirmed what she was thinking: Apart from herself, Cheche should be the saddest person right now.

No one can relate to the experience of losing a loved one.

The mess of relatives and company chaos were all external blows. Only the two of them were on the same team. No one else could understand the sadness in their hearts.

She and Cheche want to help and comfort each other.

On the surface, Zhu Huayan looks like a dodder that needs to rely on a big tree to survive, but in fact, in her world, no one is more important than herself.

She loves Jiang Zhiting wholeheartedly.

But even if Jiang Zhiting died, she would not die, and committing suicide for love would not exist.

Even if someone knew what she was thinking now and questioned her love for Jiang Zhiting.

She could also say with confidence and without any guilt: I love Zhiting, I love him the most, the love of my life.

This is what is so peculiar about her.

For example, now, Zhu Huayan knows that Jiang Zhiting left unexpectedly, and she feels sad.

But when he saw Jiang Weiche, who was also dejected, he felt that he was not fighting alone.

Thinking of the suppression of her and Jiang Weiche from outside, her fighting spirit was ignited.

"Cheche, we have to be fine, okay?"

"Ah."

Jiang Weiche nodded.

There was nothing wrong with Zhu Huayan's health, and after Jiang Weiche called the doctor to check and confirm, she packed up and left the hospital.

Things outside are still very chaotic.

Jiang Zhiting is a second-generation rich man, but his father is a first-generation rich man. He was once penniless and started from scratch with his own hands.

Of course, the relatives in my family were not rich either. They all worked in the fields and relied on the weather for their food.

It was so hard to find a capable person like Jiang Zhiting, so naturally everyone flocked to him.

Many of his relatives were given high-paying and leisurely jobs, but they were not satisfied with the benefits and used their power to gain company profits, becoming parasites who would turn their backs on their friends.

The business that had just started to prosper almost collapsed. It was Jiang Zhiting's father who acted decisively. He not only fired all the relatives, but also entered into a business alliance with a certain company in exchange for support.

That man was Jiang Weiche's grandfather.

When Jiang Zhiting took over the company, he showed no mercy to his former relatives.

Not only did he refuse to bring blood relatives into the company, he also cut off all funding for the family, completely severing ties with blood relatives.

In other words, starting from Jiang Zhiting's lineage, he is the only one and has no other relatives.

Those relatives knew that Jiang Zhiting hated them and was a cold person, so they didn't dare to ask for favors when he was managing the company.

Now that they knew Jiang Zhiting was gone and only his only son was left, the whole family came together to discuss a plan to divide the money, hoping to take advantage of their status as elders and the thin-skinned nature of today's young people to fish in troubled waters.

To Jiang Weiche, these people were all strangers, and he certainly wouldn't have any feelings towards them.

However, at that time, all the things came to him at once and he had no time to deal with them, so he ignored them and allowed them to make trouble in the villa during the day.

Now that Zhu Huayan wants to go back to the villa together, Jiang Weiche decides to take some measures.

"Aunt Li, drive them all away. Tell the security guard not to allow them to come in again."

It turns out that the reason they were not chased away, besides not having time, was that these relatives were going to attend their father's funeral.

It's easy to ignore feelings now, but letting them cause any trouble at the funeral would only add to the trouble.

Now he understood that since his father did not regard them as real relatives, why should he care about them.

At worst, we can hire more security guards and immediately subdue them if they show any tendency to cause trouble, to ensure that things don't go wrong.

After giving the instructions over the phone, Jiang Weiche drove back to the villa quickly with Zhu Huayan sitting in the passenger seat.

The car drove into the gate of the villa area. Zhu Huayan vaguely heard the sound of noise outside, and she looked out the car window.

Several older people were stopped outside by security guards. There were both men and women, and they spoke in sharp voices. Some even fought with the security guards. They didn’t seem very reasonable.

"Are they the relatives you were talking about?"

Jiang Weiche glanced outside with a cold look and nodded.

"Are they not nice to you at all?"

Zhu Huayan asked.

Jiang Weiche smiled helplessly: "It's okay, I'm used to the days without my family."

Zhu Huayan couldn't help but feel a sense of sympathy. She reached out and touched the man's hair as if she was petting a dog.

Jiang·"No relatives"·Wei·Poor lonely little·Che curled the corners of his mouth when no one was paying attention.