CHAPTER 774: CHAPTER 764: JIANG PENG IS ANGERED INTO A STROKE, UNYIELDING JIANG WENHUI

In the morning, you can hear the crisp sound of birds chirping at the nursing home.

Jiang Wenjia sat in the waiting room, facing the large glass window.

Outside the glass window was a large artificial emerald lake, with a park at the lake’s edge, also part of the nursing home’s property. The various bird calls emanated from the park.

Such a good environment, not to mention the elderly, even she wanted to live here and have everything taken care of.

However, with the assets she and Liu Xuhui currently had, if they couldn’t make their money work for them and had to live off their savings, dreaming of moving in when they got older would be just that — a dream.

A price of nearly a hundred thousand a month, they sure know how to enjoy!

"Are you Mr. Jiang’s family? Mr. Jiang is up and getting ready for breakfast. Please follow me."

"I am."

Jiang Wenjia stood up, followed the staff member in proper uniform, and walked to the door of a courtyard-style suite.

Through the huge floor-to-ceiling glass, she could see the old man sitting in a wheelchair, actually having breakfast face-to-face with an elegant old lady with silver hair.

"Who is that? Didn’t you say your nursing home had private units? Are there shared rooms?"

"Oh, that’s Mrs. Lin from next door. Mr. Jiang and Mrs. Lin have been getting along well recently and usually dine together. It improves their appetite better than dining alone!"

Jiang Wenjia couldn’t even crack a smile.

Her mother wasn’t even dead yet!

This old thing had only been in the nursing home a few days and had already hooked up with another old lady!

He might even be spending money on buying gifts for another old lady!

And it would never land in her, his own daughter’s, hands!

Thinking of this, she directly pushed aside the staff member who was about to ring the doorbell and boldly pushed open the unlocked sliding glass door, striding inside.

"Dad, having breakfast, are you?"

"Why are you yelling? I’m not deaf. If you haven’t had breakfast, sit down and have some. Then wait in the living room after we’re done. Oh, this is Aunt Lin, say hello."

Jiang Wenjia pretended not to have heard, glanced down at the breakfast on the table in front of the two, and clenched her molars again.

One cordyceps soup, one bird’s nest soup, seven or eight kinds of main dishes and dim sum, even five or six side dishes.

This wasn’t food; it was money, money that should have gone to her.

Originally, she intended to come over and cry poor, hoping that with the old man’s improved mood from a few days in the nursing home, he might cover the nearly hundred thousand for his daughter’s studying abroad all at once, or she’d have to sell her house painfully.

Now, this was just great, the first thing she got was a dagger to the chest from her dad!

Without hesitation, she pulled out a chair and sat down.

"Dad, when you sold Yue Sheng, you entrusted it entirely to an agent, probably without knowing who actually acquired it."

Jiang Peng frowned impatiently, "It’s sold, I got a good price and was paid, why should I care who bought it? Did you come all the way here just to annoy me?"

"I just thought you should know who."

Faced with his younger daughter’s suddenly brightened eyes, Jiang Peng put down his spoon, sensing an inexplicable bad premonition.

But before he could stop her, Jiang Wenjia’s mouth was faster and sharper: "It’s your younger brother, didn’t expect that, right? And do you know who the new legal representative of Yue Sheng is? It’s Xu Yin, your younger brother’s not-so-bright wife. We used to look down on such a fool, but who knew she’d become the new owner of Yue Sheng now."

Jiang Peng’s breathing grew rapid.

Jiang Wenjia acted as if she didn’t hear and continued while pulling out her phone, "And Jiang Wenhu, you’d think Uncle was her real dad. Dad, do you know what Jiang Wenhu is doing now? She’s now a vice president at Yue Sheng. Laughable, isn’t it? A woman who was a homemaker for twenty years, now at fifty, has become a VP, a subordinate of your younger brother."

Jiang Peng clutched his chest.

But it didn’t stop Jiang Wenjia from handing over her phone, "Dad, look, it’s the formula Uncle developed back then, it’s really come to fruition now, and they used ’Yin’ as the brand name. I heard Jiang Lingxi promoted it for her granduncle without charging any advertising fees, and within a few days, it’s topped the cosmeceutical charts, with millions in profits. It’s almost catching up with what you got from selling Yue Sheng, isn’t it?"

"Imagine if you hadn’t severed ties with Jiang Wenhu back then..."

Nearby, Mrs. Lin hadn’t left at first, and hearing the ever-increasing amount of shocking news, she forgot to avoid them. Realizing something was wrong with Mr. Jiang sitting beside her, she shrieked, "Mr. Jiang!"

The scream successfully interrupted Jiang Wenjia, but she had had her fill.

Only after retrieving her phone, did she bend down and notice the old man’s ashen face, feeling a tinge of fear and hurriedly pressed the emergency bell.

The well-equipped medical team arrived immediately. After checks, "Sorry, Mr. Jiang has had a stroke!"

Jiang Wenjia’s breath caught: "How?"

All she did was say a few words!

"Does this mean his nursing home fees will increase? I’m his biological daughter, can I take him home for recovery and represent him? Outsiders cannot compare to the care of family, right?"

Doctor: "..."

He certainly didn’t see a bit of it!

*

Jiang Wenhu was blocked by Jiang Wenjia at the company entrance.

"Sister, Dad had a stroke!"

Jiang Wenhu paused.

Jiang Wenjia’s eyes lit up.

Just about to step forward.

"First of all, I’m not your sister. Secondly, I have no father! Move aside, you’re blocking my car."

"Blood is thicker than water, sister. Dad now can’t live independently; how can you ignore your duty as a daughter? Aren’t you afraid I’ll expose you? Your daughter is a big celebrity now!"

If this was before, Jiang Wenhu might have been threatened.

But now, having gone through so much, she had long seen through her. Jiang Wenjia was just a paper tiger with no real skills, only such tricks to use.

She directly laughed coldly, "Do as you please. Jiang Peng sold Yue Sheng and has enough money; he can hire more than enough caregivers to take care of him until his end; he can even die and be cremated in a hospital. No need for me, whom he severed ties with and kicked out, to worry! But you, a well cared-for stroke patient can live well, but if deliberately neglected, it becomes intentional murder. If I find out, I’ll report you to the police firsthand."

Jiang Wenjia was momentarily frozen by Jiang Wenhu, with her newly sharp eyes and short, neat haircut.

Until the car horn beeped, and the vehicle almost hit her, she hurriedly moved aside, watching Jiang Wenhu drive off before stomping her foot in hatred.

In the car, Jiang Wenhu answered her daughter’s call, "Xixi."

"Mom, are you off work?"

"Yeah, I’m on my way to your place. Has your dad arrived? You’re starting on the set tomorrow, right? I reminded your dad over and over to leave work early, so we could have dinner together at your place tonight."

"Dad just sent a message; there’s a bit of traffic on his side, so he might be late."

"I’m doing okay here. I knew he was unreliable. Didn’t think to leave work earlier despite the traffic."

"Nobody can predict that. Drive safely, and let’s talk when you’re home."

"Alright."

Upon arriving at Xiyuan and meeting her daughter, Jiang Wenhu couldn’t hold back from sharing Jiang Peng’s stroke news.

"There, serves him right. Selling Yue Sheng and having money only to be unable to enjoy it. Now that it’s in Jiang Wenjia’s hands, watch, Xixi, those selfish father and daughter will have a hard time, and they can no longer disgust us!"