"This is all thanks to you, Second Brother. If you hadn't failed to deal with Jiang Youli and, on top of that, hadn't cleaned up your mess properly, leaving evidence for that old fool, we wouldn't have to suffer this humiliation."
"Second Brother, sometimes you really are more of a hindrance than a help. Not only are you lying here, but you're also dragging the whole family down to fill in the pit you dug."
Listening to Jiang Yonghe's words, even more harsh and heartless than what she said yesterday, Jiang Zhao's consciousness was almost shocked into dissipating from sheer anger.
"And it's all because of you that I had a falling out with Zhou Yi! Zhou Yi is the only son of the wealthy Zhou family. If it weren't for you, I would have had the chance to marry Zhou Yi and become the young mistress of the Zhou family! Do you know how important that was for me?"
Just mentioning this made Jiang Yonghe gnash her teeth in hatred!
"I realized a long time ago that Mom and Dad meticulously groomed me only for a marriage alliance with a wealthy family, just like my third aunt. That's why they only taught me things like music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, never letting me learn about company management. But it's fine, I wasn't interested in that anyway. Marrying into a wealthy family and becoming a rich lady has always been my ultimate goal."
"After finding out I wasn't your biological daughter or sister, I became even more determined in this goal. Marrying into a top-tier wealthy family is my only chance to turn my life around. That's why I can't leave the Jiang family. Only by staying can I continue to socialize with people in those elite circles."
"But now, because of you, I've missed yet another opportunity! Tell me, don't you deserve to die?"
The words "deserve to die" were practically squeezed out from between Jiang Yonghe's clenched teeth.
He deserved to die?!
Hearing Jiang Yonghe's accusations, Jiang Zhao's consciousness could only respond with a cold, internal laugh. Ha, to think that all his years of doting on her couldn't compare to her ambition of marrying into wealth?
Jiang Yonghe was truly an ungrateful wolf raised in their home!
So, just as his biological sister Jiang Youli had said, he had indeed been terribly, terribly wrong!
When he learned what her mother was capable of, why did he still believe his adopted sister was innocent?
Where was Jiang Yonghe's innocence?
She had enjoyed twenty years of a luxurious life she never deserved, all built upon her mother's sins. It was a pity Jiang Zhao only understood this now, after having done so many things to hurt his own biological sister for Jiang Yonghe's sake.
He was so stupid, truly!
If he could wake up, if Heaven gave him another chance, he would spare no effort to make it up to Jiang Youli, his real sister!
How on earth could he wake up?
Why did he still have consciousness but couldn't wake up no matter what?
This must be Heaven's punishment for his actions against his own sister, a punishment he rightfully deserved.
...
Qin Yulian dragged her heavy feet slowly towards the elevator. Just then, the elevator door chimed with a "ding," stopped in front of her, and slid open.
Seeing her son Jiang Xing step out, Qin Yulian said in surprise, "Xing'er? Why are you at the hospital so late?"
Jiang Xing, looking weary, said, "I wanted to check on Jiang Zhao's condition."
Qin Yulian let out a long sigh. "Alright, go ahead and see him then. It's good for you to talk to your brother. Your sister just arrived to look after him too. With both of you by his side, he should feel more at ease. I'm utterly exhausted and need to go home and rest."
As she spoke, she rubbed her aching temples, her face etched with deep fatigue.
Jiang Xing nodded. "Alright, Mom, you go rest. I'll probably stay here for a while, won't be back soon."
This sudden car accident had truly thrown their entire family into turmoil.
Watching his mother Qin Yulian enter the elevator and waiting until the doors closed, Jiang Xing then turned and walked towards Jiang Zhao's hospital room.
...
Inside the room, Jiang Yonghe was still muttering to herself.
"I wonder if Jiang Youli is just boasting, saying she can cure Qi Huan's legs. If she really manages it, and I can't secure Zhou Yi, I'll just turn back and go after Qi Huan."
"I refuse to believe I can't land at least one of these two men."
Jiang Yonghe's throat felt dry from all the talking. She pulled out a bottle of imported purified water from her bag, took a sip, and then casually took out a small folding compact mirror, opening it to check her reflection.
She was quite satisfied with her looks. Even if there were minor flaws, they were masked by the excellent complexion she had cultivated over her twenty years in the Jiang family.
Before, she had to maintain some airs due to her reputation as a talented lady. But if she was willing to put in the effort, lower her guard, and focus on charming a man, providing ample emotional value, she didn't believe she couldn't handle men—creatures who think with their lower halves!
After admiring her beauty enough, Jiang Yonghe put the compact back in her bag and pulled out a lipstick tube. She twisted it open, revealing a small syringe inside.
"Alright, Second Brother, time for your nightly injection. Just keep sleeping. That way, you won't have to face the messy situation at home. See, I'm still very considerate of you."
With that, she inserted the syringe's needle into Jiang Zhao's wrist.
Jiang Zhao, fully conscious, felt the sting at his elbow and knew Jiang Yonghe was injecting him again with that substance that kept him from waking up.
That damn bastard!
She really did have the same inferior genes as her mother!
Jiang Yonghe was about to push all the colorless liquid from the syringe into Jiang Zhao's body.
Suddenly—
She heard footsteps outside the door, followed immediately by the sound of the room's door handle being turned.
Oh no! Someone's coming!
Panicking, Jiang Yonghe hurriedly pulled out the small syringe and, without even time to hide it back in the lipstick, quickly tossed it into her bag.
The door opened, and Jiang Xing walked in.
Noticing Jiang Yonghe's nervous expression, he couldn't help but frown. "Xiao He, what's wrong? You look awful."
Jiang Yonghe tried her best to calm her racing heart, smoothed the hair on her forehead, and forced a smile. "It's nothing. I was just telling Second Brother many stories about how he took care of and protected me when we were kids. Thinking about him lying here unconscious now makes me feel a bit sad."
Really? Jiang Xing was skeptical. The way she looked just now seemed more like the nervousness of someone caught red-handed rather than worry or sorrow.
Thinking this, his gaze shifted from Jiang Yonghe's face to the luxury bag placed beside her.
The bag was slightly open, but it was hard to see what was inside.
Noticing Jiang Xing's gaze, Jiang Yonghe pretended to casually adjust the opening of her bag, pulling it closer together. Then she looked up, smiling, and asked, "Big Brother, why did you come to the hospital so late? Shouldn't the company be extremely busy lately? Actually, it's enough for me to watch over Second Brother here at night."
