"I know Iāve worked hard for him all these years, and I no longer look as vibrant as I did when I was young, but I never thought heād be so heartless! Now, does he care if I live or die? Iāve been begging him for a long time to send me to a big hospital for re-examination, but he insists all the money is already invested, and heās in a pinch, asking me to understand!"
Chen Kaijin couldnāt help but curse at Deng Qingjiang again.
As she cursed, she grabbed a cup of water from the table and fiercely splashed it towards the hospital bed by the door.
"Look at what kind of lousy place Iām living in now! Any Tom, Dick, or Harry can move in! People with scabs on their heads, marrying wives whose feet stink to the high heavens, and they insist on taking off their shoes to sleep! Are you trying to disgust me to death? Are you trying to suffocate me?"
Chiang Xiao didnāt expect Chen Kaijin to act like a madwoman, randomly taking her anger out on others.
The man sleeping on the adjacent bed wasnāt hit, as there was still some distance, but even so, he was startled and coughed abruptly.
The woman sleeping on the floor got up, soothing his breath while apologetically and aggrievedly saying to Chen Kaijin, "Sister, thereās nothing we can do. If I donāt take off my shoes, itāll dirty the quilt..."
"Bah! Whoās your sister?" Chen Kaijin cursed, "Looking at you, youāre almost fifty calling me sister? That quilt of yours, who knows how dirty it is! And youāre afraid of dirtying it?"
Chiang Xiao didnāt want to listen to her rant at these people any longer, so she interjected, "Do you know who Deng Qingjiang went to meet in D State for business?"
Chen Kaijin said, "Would he ever tell me? Chiang Xiao, you have to help me transfer hospitals, I really donāt want to stay here. After all, Iām your aunt, and arenāt you at odds with Ye Wanqing? Iāll help you deal with her in the future!"
Chiang Xiao couldnāt help but chuckle.
Does she need Chen Kaijinās help to deal with Ye Wanqing?
Todayās Ye Wanqing is no longer the same Ye Wanqing who grew smoothly in her past life, in this life, before Ye Wanqing could even grow, she had already stepped on her.
And Deng Qingjiang is no longer the Deng Qingjiang of the past either.
Looking back now, wasnāt the reason Deng Qingjiang could smoothly rise to that wealth and splendor was because he climbed on her shoulders?
Or was it because he borrowed her paintings?
So, in this life, without her paintings as leverage, Deng Qingjiangās development is extremely slow.
She can foresee, in the future, he will encounter many obstacles. Without her magical paintings acting as a stepping stone, that old man might not value or employ him greatly.
Even if in the end, they still cannot escape the trajectory of fate and get entangled together, it certainly wonāt be like the last life.
If Deng Qingjiang develops well, she would trip him up anyway.
So, one misstep makes all the steps different.
Fate is still in her own hands.
If she wasnāt so stupid in her past life, even if she didnāt discover Space, relying on her Magic Brush and her painting skills, she could have still lived a splendid life.
Just not sure if she would still cross paths with Meng Xinian again.
Now, thinking back to how she had correspondence with Meng Xinian in the past without meeting him, Chiang Xiao finds the fate particularly intriguing.
Thinking of Meng Xinian warms her heart.
"I donāt need you to help me deal with Ye Wanqing." Chiang Xiao looked at Chen Kaijin, her eyes flickering.