Chapter 197: Jiang Lai Doesn't Care About You at All

The car stopped at Number Nine Villa.

Mo Yi stood at the door holding a mop, hands on hips, looking angry.

Only when she saw it was their car did she relax a little and show a faint smile.

"Miss Jiang, Miss Jiang, you're back."

The next second she realized the young master had stepped out of the driver's seat, tall and sturdy, which startled her.

"Young Master, you're here too."

Ke Zhongyu closed the car door and said in a low voice, "What, not welcome?"

"Welcome, welcome, congratulations to the Young Master and Miss Jiang on coming home together!" The Young Master was surely delighted inside.

Jiang Lai was already patting the German Shepherd's head, not forgetting to ask Mo Yi, "Why are you bringing out the mop again?"

Ke Zhongyu: "Who are you driving off?"

Ke Zhongying: "Shen Xun? Isn't he in the hospital with stomach spasms?"

Mo Yi: "It's not him, it's his mother."

Those words sounded like a scolding.

The three turned their gazes toward Mo Yi in unison.

Before Mo Yi could explain, Jiang Lai reacted: "What is Shen Xun's mother coming here for?"

"The Shen family doesn't eat or drink; his mother told you to go persuade him." Mo Yi said seriously, "If you really want to persuade, just tell him to go be reborn—when he's not sick he's always arguing, and when he's sick he refuses food and drink, needing someone to coax him."

"I drove him away, and the German Shepherd even bit a hole in her clothes."

Jiang Lai: "He bit too lightly."

The two German Shepherds wagged their tails at her, and Jiang Lai smiled, saying, "Not bad—I'll bring you meaty bones later."

Mo Yi worriedly said, "The Shen family is too clingy; they can't live here."

"Construction has already started at Number Ten Courtyard on Yanping Road; I don't have much hard renovation to do, so we'll be able to move in soon." Jiang Lai stood up, and the group went inside.

Ke Zhongyu hadn't yet had a chance to ask: "How big is the house on Yanping Road?"

Ke Zhongying said, "It's a bit small; if it's just Jiang Lai living alone, it's more than enough."

Jiang Lai reported the situation of the Yanping Road house: 140 square meters, two bedrooms, two living rooms, one kitchen, one bathroom, plus two balconies; the large balcony off the living room she had knocked through to make an open study.

Ke Zhongyu frowned: "Too small."

Jiang Lai: "Two people living there is enough."

Ke Zhongyu and Ke Zhongying both looked at her: "Anyone else?"

Jiang Lai looked at Mo Yi, who gave a hehe laugh: "Me."

"Ahhh, Mo Yi! You're moving in with us—where am I supposed to live?" Ke Zhongying exclaimed, face full of envy, jealousy, and hatred.

Mo Yi: "Miss Jiang sleeps in the master bedroom's big bed."

"Is that so?" Ke Zhongying's eyebrows rose in delight.

She can share a bed with Jiang Lai; her brother not only can't, even if he goes to the secondary bedroom over there he'd have nowhere to stay.

No, no—her brother might not even be able to get in.

Only she can come and go freely!

Ke Zhongying burst out laughing: "My superiority complex has nowhere to go!"

Ke Zhongyu saw her smug expression; a cold snort slipped from the corner of his mouth. At first glance he seemed to look down on her, but actually only he himself knew—his heart was already jealous to the point of madness.

"Jiang Lai, Ke Zhongying likes girls."

Ke Zhongying widened her eyes, pointing at herself: "Me? I #*@&%$!!"

Ke Zhongyu ignored his sister's scolding and calmly reminded Jiang Lai: "Stay away from Ke Zhongying, protect yourself."

Jiang Lai: "……"

She knew Ke Zhongyu was lying.

Every time she watched the brother and sister battle wits and courage, Jiang Lai found it quite interesting.

Her life seemed to become more lively and interesting because of their presence, like a dried-up well that suddenly starts gurgling water again.

……

Nanshan Villa Number Eleven.

After Shen Xun was discharged and returned home, Xie Yongsi really couldn't persuade him to eat something, so he had to tell the Shen family.

Upon learning their son was hospitalized for stomach spasms and still refused to eat or drink, the Shen family panicked and rushed over to Nanshan Villa.

No matter how the family persuaded him, Shen Xun still refused to eat or drink.

Lack of appetite aside, the company kept calling with matters, and Shen Xun dragged his sickly body to handle work; any parents seeing this would feel heartbroken.

Helpless, Mother Shen learned that Jiang Lai lived at Number Nine Villa and decided to go herself to ask Jiang Lai to persuade her son.

Who knew that as soon as she arrived she ran into bodyguards and dogs, couldn't get in, so she shouted loudly; she didn't call for Jiang Lai, but instead called out a shrewish maid, who came at her with a mop.

Not only did it make her smell all over, her clothes were torn by two dogs; that down jacket worth tens of thousands had kept her through two winters, but unexpectedly in the third winter it was bitten until all the fluff inside came out.

The perfectly good down jacket is now ruined.

Mother Shen returned, cursing; Father Shen saw no one behind her and knew it had failed.

"Jiang Lai won't come over? Are you that heartless?"

"Jiang Lai probably isn't home; it's so late, who knows which wild man she's fooling around with." Mother Shen, used to scolding, still thought Jiang Lai was the Shen family's daughter-in-law; after scolding she realized Jiang Lai was no longer that, and no matter which man she hung out with, the Shen family couldn't control her.

Mother Shen pursed her lips.

Watching her son become so decadent because of Jiang Lai, and feeling unwilling, she planned to keep scolding Jiang Lai to vent.

"Jiang Lai is a divorced woman; I don't believe any man would want her."

Just then, Shen Xun, who had just finished a phone call and returned, overheard this and immediately asked: "Mom, why do you keep badmouthing Jiang Lai behind her back?"

Caught red‑handed, Mother Shen gave an embarrassed smile: "No, the congee is done; I'll bring it to you? At least have a couple bites."

"No appetite." Shen Xun said that again.

He was already very weak, yet he was still pushing himself; Mother Shen felt both heartbroken and angry: "Son, how are you like this—who exactly are you punishing?"

Shen Xun's eyes were dim.

Himself.

He let Jiang Lai down, so he should be punished.

"The only people you're punishing by doing this are those who care about you; Jiang Lai doesn't care about you at all, do you understand?" Mother Shen also got anxious, blurted out a remark that hit her son's sore spot.

Her son now pays no attention to the pregnant Lin Shutong; his mind is constantly filled with Jiang Lai, and he often zones out; his husband said not to provoke him during this period.

He had lost his wife, fallen ill and been hospitalized, and was being pressed step by step by the company.

Mother Shen watched her son's eyes redden at her words that hit his heart; she instantly felt defeated and looked to her husband for help.

Father Shen said nothing; his son looked listless, yet he hadn't neglected his own career, which was somewhat comforting to him.

He decided to have the whole family move in, to accompany his son during this time so they could notice any problem right away; another option was to keep looking for Jiang Lai.

A heart sickness needs heart medicine.

If once doesn't work, try twice.

If one doesn't work, switch to another.

He also didn't believe Jiang Lai would have no feelings for his son at all, and that there was no room for maneuver in the matter of remarriage.

Jiang Lai had worked so hard for his son over the years, and he was fully aware of it.

Breaking bones and tendons, stripping flesh and even the heart—he didn't believe Jiang Lai could claim that four years of feeling could be cleanly severed.