The Chubby Rich Daughter's Counterattack

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Jiang Zhe withdrew the joyous look on his face and said sadly, “Let’s go in first. You should have heard that my grandfather has recently fallen ill, and my grandfather and your father happen to have the same illness. So, if you can save my grandfather, our entire Jiang family will be grateful to you. When the

time comes, I will tell my grandfather that I want to marry you. He will definitely agree.”

Jiang Zhe’s eyes were filled with affection, but he was already secretly planning how to get rid of her after she saved the Old Master.

Song Jiaren also pretended to be moved to the point of tears. She said, “Young Master Jiang, you’re really too filial.”

The two acting experts practiced their acting skills against each other. When the timing was right, the two of them retracted the tears in their eyes at the same time. Jiang Zhe said, “Yu’er, I’ll take you to the hospital tonight. How long will it take to treat him?”

Song Jiaren endured her disgust and said, “A month.”

“What?! A month?!” Jiang Zhe did not expect it to take so long. He had thought that it would only take one operation, and that it would be a few hours at most.

Song Jiaren said innocently, “That’s right. This kind of illness needs gradual treatment.”

Jiang Zhe smiled and said, “It’s nothing. I’m just a little emotional.” He quickly sent a message. He had already arranged for this woman’s car to get into an accident after they left the hospital. This plan could only be pushed back.

Song Jiaren didn’t seem to notice his small movements. After the two of them had dinner, Song Jiaren followed him to the hospital.

After arriving at the hospital, Song Jiaren met Old Master Jiang again. Speaking of which, this old man was also her grandfather, but this person was a devil who could even harm his own daughter.

“You are required to leave during the treatment.” At this moment, Song Jiaren appeared a little cold. Jiang Zhe only thought that she was serious about her work, so he felt that she was more reliable. He said goodbye to Old Master Jiang and left the ward.

At this moment, Old Master Jiang was lying on the bed. His breathing was weak and he could barely open his eyes. He seemed very different from the old man who had chatted and laughed at the banquet a few days ago.

Old Master Jiang looked at the girl standing in front of him and felt that she was a little familiar. He said, “Your eyes look like a person’s.”

“Is that so? I wonder who’s the person you’re talking about?” Song Jiaren asked as she prepared the silver needles.

Old Master Jiang did not know why, but this girl gave him a familiar and reassuring feeling. This was the first time he had said that woman’s name to someone. “You look like my first wife, Song Tianyin.”

Song Jiaren’s hand paused. This was the first time she had heard her grandmother’s name. She mocked, “It’s been so long. Do you still remember what the first Madam looked like?”

Old Master Jiang looked at the ceiling, as if he was reminiscing. He muttered, “How could I not remember? That was the first woman I fell in love with.”

Those who did not know the truth would think that he was a good and dedicated man. Song Jiaren, who knew the inside story, felt disgusted. Hearing her grandmother’s name from this man was an insult.

She brought the silver needle to his side and said, “Old Master Jiang, I’m going to start. It will hurt during the treatment. Please bear with it.”

Without giving him any time to react, she inserted the first needle.

Old Master Jiang had been through a lot in his early years and didn’t take the pain seriously. He didn’t expect the first needle to make his body contract. This pain was so intense that he couldn’t even make a sound.

Song Jiaren was already holding the second needle. She saw the fear in Old Master Jiang’s eyes and asked, “Do you still want to continue? If you can’t endure it—” She deliberately paused and when she saw the hope in his eyes, she said cruelly, “Then you can only wait for death.”

Old Master Jiang’s face twitched. He gritted his teeth and said, “Continue.”

Song Jiaren became more and more ruthless with the needles in Song Jiaren’s hand. It was not that she wanted to torture her. If this poison wanted to be cured, it would have to be administered by acupuncture all over the victim’s body.

Seconds and minutes passed. Old Master Jiang’s gaze was already starting to look hazy. Song Jiaren stopped in time and said, “Done.”

Old Master Jiang, who seemed to have passed away just now, suddenly perked up. Before he could smile, it was suppressed by Song Jiaren’s next words.