At the mental hospital, Chiang Qing also welcomed Jiang Dafang and learned about the passing of Old Master Loo.
"The hospital has rules against bringing in outside food. These rice cakes, I managed to persuade them to let me bring them in. Have a bite, itâs New Yearâs after all." Jiang Dafang placed the rice cakes he brought on her table.
Chiang Qing curled her lips at him and then grabbed the rice cake, hurling it directly at him: "Jiang Dafang, thereâs no need for you to shed crocodile tears."
Jiang Dafang dodged it and didnât even glance at the rice cake that was smashed into crumbs. He just looked at her coldly: "Chiang Qing, I donât need to shed crocodile tears. Honestly, right now, what do you have that would be worth crying over?"
The increased medication left her looking even worse than the last time he visited, her face paler, her body frailer, increasingly pitiful.
"The old man from the Loo Family is also dead. Your dad and mom, well, theyâre in prison, they canât even take care of themselves, let alone you. People like that, theyâre probably only thinking about what to do for themselves in the future!" Jiang Dafang laughed.
He walked over slowly, pointed at himself: "Only me, your good brother, would think of you, think to come and see you during the New Year."
"Come to see how miserable I am, right?" Chiang Qingâs pale lips slightly curled as she glared at him: "Itâs Jiang Conghe who abandoned his wife and child, why donât you just go find him? Why are you bothering me? I have no quarrel with you."
"Exactly because we have no quarrel, I came to see you, and thatâs why youâre living in a private room. Otherwise, youâd be like those people outside, living in a big room. You might find before your eyes a hanging, floating corpse in the middle of the night, or someone might be choking you." Jiang Dafang said eerily.
Fear flashed in Chiang Qingâs eyes, but she pretended to be calm and said: "Donât forget, Iâm also a doctor. Would I be afraid of a corpse?"
"Really?" Jiang Dafang walked over and grabbed her hands.
Chiang Qing was shocked, struggling incessantly: "Let go of me, what do you want to do? You beast."
Due to long-term medication and injections, her body was as fragile as glass, easily pinned down on the bed by Jiang Dafang, unable to move.
Chiang Qing was terrified: "Jiang Dafang, Iâm your sister!"
Jiang Dafang paused, then laughed: "How did you even come up with this idea? Iâm despicable, but not despicable enough to hurt my own sister, donât worry!"
Chiang Qing breathed a sigh of relief and then said: "Then let me out!" She pleaded: "Isnât Jiang Conghe already in prison? Even my mom is, theyâve received their deserved retribution. Your revenge is complete. Let me go."
"Theyâre getting what they deserve, whatâs it got to do with me? Do you think I put them in prison?" Jiang Dafang chuckled: "Let you go? Sure, but what chips do you have to trade with me?"
Chips?
Chiang Qing was stunned.
Jiang Dafang released her hands and said: "Youâre Old Master Looâs favorite granddaughter, the old man must have left you some back-up plan, right? Maybe a business or something. Tell me, what chips do you have? If theyâre sufficient, Iâll consider getting you out."
Chiang Qingâs eyes became dazed, murmuring, Chips, what chips do I have?
Jiang Dafang waited for a while, but she still didnât answer. She just bit her fingers, looking extremely anxious, he couldnât help but frown, did he guess wrong?
Does she truly know nothing?