Chapter 415 - 415: She’s Fighting With Someone, Of Course He Must Help
The Substitute Bride: Indulged by the Obsessive CEO
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio 1 Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Jiang Xing took his coat and asked the butler to bring the car around.
âSend someone to take control of the project. Ill go to the office to deal with matters now.â
The butler glanced at Song Yan and asked Jiang Xing respectfully, âOld Master, did something happen?â
âThereâs been an accident at one of the projects. Iâm going to the office now.â
Jiang Xing looked at Jiang Jingchen coldly and with disgust. He didnât want to waste more time with his son and walked out.
He just meant that he would deal with Jiang Jingchen when he had time!
But would Jiang Jingchen give him time?
Haha.
They had already shed all pretense of cordiality. Giving his opponent time was being cruel to himself!
Seeing that her father was about to leave, Jiang Minghua grabbed his arm anxiously and said coquettishly, âDad, itâs the weekend today. You have so many subordinates. If thereâs work to deal with, get them to do it. You should rest on weekends.â
Jiang Xing took her hand away and pacified her. âXiaohua, I really had something urgent to attend to at the company. I must go now. Iâll spend the weekend with you another time.â
âDad!â Jiang Minghua wanted to stop Jiang Xing, but Jiang Xing had already walked out and got into the car.
Jiang Minghua felt suffocated as she watched her father drive away.
She was going to use Jiang Xing to teach Jiang Jingchen a lesson this time and find out if Tang Beibei was really pregnant so she could find a countermeasure. But Jiang Xing had deviated from her plan from the beginning.
She tried to steer him back on track after the matter of Jiang Minglangâs treatment was brought up, but Tang Beibei was like a dog with a bone and wouldnât let her off.
Now that her father had left, her plan today would never be realized. She grew even more resentful of Jiang Jingchen and Tang Beibei.
She turned to face Jiang Jingchen, her eyes filled with hatred.
Jiang Jingchen raised his eyebrows at her. âYou have to correct your mistakes, Jiang Minghua.â
âWhat mistakes, huh? I wonât lower myself to your level!â Jiang Minghua turned to leave.
Jiang Jingchen said, âYou said that my wife is cold for the sake of your poor personal pride. You even gave up the chance to treat your biological second brother. I wonder who is colder?â
For the sake of her sonâs treatment, Song Yan reminded Jiang Minghua softly, âXiaohua, for the sake of your second brother, apologize. Maybe your second â brother can be cured.â
Jiang Minghua and Jiang Minglang were close. In her heart, she also wished for her brother to be cured.
Jiang Minghua bit her lip. Although she was filled with resentment, she still compromised.
âI apologize for what I said before. Jiang Jingchen, donât hold it against me and ask your wife to get Professor Chen?â
Song Yan also tried to persuade him. âJingchen, weâre all family. Itâs happy news for the family if your second brother got well.â
Jiang Jingchen smiled coldly and looked at her with his dark eyes.
âFamily?â
âWhoâs family with you? Your surname is Song, my surname is Jiang, and my motherâs surname is Hao. We have nothing to do with each other!â
Song Yanâs face changed. âJiang Jingchen, what do you mean by that? Iâm your stepmother. Youâ¦â
âWhatever methods you used to climb into Jiang Xingâs bed and give birth to his children is your business. Donât drag me into it.â
Jiang Jingchenâs tone was disdainful as he continued, âDonât you know your sonâs situation? If TCM worked, wouldnât Western medicine be a joke?â
Jiang Jingchen deliberately mention Professor Chen just to bring up her desire to find treatment for Jiang Minglang.
As for whether he could be cured, she was just holding on to the last shred of hope.
When Jiang Jingchen accompanied Tang Beibei to the hospital when she treated Madam Wu, he asked around to find out about Jiang Minglangâs condition.
The doctors said that Jiang Minglang had nerve damage in his leg. His penis was almost fully severed and was just hanging on by the skin.
Even the gods could not do anything about his serious nerve damage, let alone Western or Chinese medicine.
Song Yan was stunned by his sarcasm. âDidnât you say that your recovered because of TCM?â
Jiang Jingchen replied, âMy situation back then was different from your sonâs.
The doctorâs prognosis was that I might be paralyzed. Might.â
âIn order to evade your scrutiny, I told the doctor to lie. Otherwise, why would you let me recuperate abroad?â
Jiang Jingchen stared at her and continued coldly, âYou should know why I got into the car accident and how badly I was injured in the car accident, right?â Jiang Jingchen, what are you talking about? How would I know why you got into the car accident?â Song Yan retorted anxiously.
Jiang Jingchen chuckled, but it made people feel as if a cold breeze had passed through, numbing even their eardrums. It made people tense up unknowingly and became extremely alert.
He said, âWhy wouldnât you know? My diagnosis back then was recorded in a medical report. Not only have you read it, but the doctor also explained it in front of everyone.â
Jiang Jingchen only said that she knew about his accident. He didnât say that she was the one who planned it.
âMs. Song Yan, youâre in such a hurry to refute because you feel guilty, right?â When he got into the car accident back then, Jiang Xing had investigated it symbolically. Apparently, a male drunk driver caused the collision. His legs were clamped down by the other car. He somehow managed to get out of the car before he fell unconscious.
When he woke up in the hospital, the doctor explained his condition in front of everyone.
His diagnosis was real then.
But later, to mislead Song Yan, he asked the doctor to tell half-truths and say that his leg injuries were very serious, causing impotence, and he could only live a miserable life as a cripple.
He was too powerless then and virtually no one would help him. The hospital was filled with Song Yanâs people and he could have easily lost his life.
Therefore, he had to get out of the country. Song Yanâs circle of influence was much smaller overseas, and he could never let Song Yan know the full extent of his illness.
âJiang Jingchen, what nonsense are you talking about? Why would I feel guilty?
I just want to find a good doctor for my son. Even if he couldnât be cured, I would like to at least make sure that he can take care of himself.â
Song Yan started crying as she spoke.
However, Jiang Jingchen knew that she was deliberately changing the subject.
Her crying was nothing but a guise to get sympathy.
Too bad her attempt to gain sympathy would just cause her to suffer more!
âItâs okay if you donât admit it. You will soon get a taste of everything that you put my mother through back then.â
Jiang Jingchen took a deep breath. He actually didnât remember much about his mother. He was still very young then after all, but he had vague memories of his motherâs gentleness and simplicity.
If Song Yan hadnât used tricks to hurt his mother, if Jiang Xing hadnât betrayed her, he would have grown up with a mother and experience her warmth and love more deeply.
But there were no ifs in this world!
âSong Yan, you must experience everything thatâs going to happen next.â
Song Yan was so angry that her face turned red. âJiang Jingchen, how arrogant of you. Youâre a good-for-nothing. What right do you have to lecture me?â âBelieve it or not, I can kick you out of the Jiang family and even strip you of the Jiang surname!â
Song Yan wasnât trying to scare him. If she was ruthless, she could make Jiang
Xing get rid of the powerless Jiang Jingchen.
She could send him out of the country again to live like a stray dog!
Jiang Jingchen responded like he had just heard a joke and ignored her.
Tang Beibei wouldnât let someone scold her husband. She rolled up her sleeves, put her hands on her hips, and glared at Song Yan.
âMy husband is not a good-for-nothing. The one whoâs a good-for-nothing is your son!â
âYou want to kick my husband out of the Jiang family? Thatâs funny. My husband has long become an adult and started his own family. He doesnât need you to do any kicking.â
You want to strip my husband of the Jiang surname? Well, youâll need to ask the Jiang ancestors first. Youâre a stepmother. The all-powerful 2nd Mrs. Jiang wants to get rid of a stepson that isnât hers!â
âYou, youâre an illegitimate daughter. What right do you have to shout at me?
Such insolence!â Song Yan cursed angrily.
Jiang Jingchen heard his wife scolding Song Yan and reached out to pull her back.
He was worried that Tang Beibei would physically fight Song Yan when she lost it.
She was fighting with someone, of course he must help.
But he was very unhappy when he heard Song Yan scold his wife.
âSong Yan, youâre graceful and composed, huh? I wonder if Jiang Xing knows that youâre flirting with the butler.â
Song Yanâs face changed. She restrained the uneasiness in her eyes. Since they had already shed all pretense of cordiality, she didnât need to pretend to be dignified.
She pointed at Jiang Jingchen and threatened, âWhat nonsense are you talking about? How dare you slander me. Be careful or you wonât even have a place in capital city!â
âDo you need me to show evidence to prove if itâs slander?â
Jiang Jingchen sneered. âWatch your mouth.. Youâll regret it if you lose your ability to speak!â