Stomach cancer?
Jiang Nanshu was slightly stunned.
Logically, Mrs. Jiang was supposed to have breast cancer, but it turned out to be stomach cancer.
Jiang Jingcheng’s voice continued, “It’s probably related to the food she used to eat, which contained harmful substances that could cause cancer.”
Jiang Nanshu slightly raised her eyebrows and thought of the Song Family supplements that Mrs. Jiang had cherished so much.
Good advice is wasted on the dead.
Then, Jiang Nanshu hesitated before saying, “Even if I go, she won’t get better. I better not upset her; maybe she’ll live a little longer.”
Jiang Jingcheng didn’t try to persuade her further and hung up the phone.
As for Mrs. Jiang’s terminal stomach cancer, the entire Jiang family knew about it.
Jiang Nanshu’s five brothers took turns visiting, and even Mr. Jiang went to take care of Mrs. Jiang for a few days.
Jiang Nanshu was the last to know.
Regarding Mrs. Jiang wanting to see her, Jiang Nanshu said she was no god; visiting Mrs. Jiang wouldn’t make her any better.
She refused.
After that night, Lu Qingyan hadn’t come back.
He was very busy, the entire burden of the company fully resting on his shoulders. He was so busy he had no time to spare, not to mention taking care of Jiang Nanshu, he didn’t even send her a message.
She thought that after that night, their relationship would improve slightly, and if it did, Jiang Nanshu would try her best to let Lu Qingyan put aside his grudge against her.
But Lu Qingyan didn’t give her any chances.
Before she knew it, a week had passed.
The peach trees in the courtyard began to sprout.
Spring had arrived.
But the villa still felt as cold as winter.
Jiang Nanshu suddenly remembered the nurse’s words.
She said that after leaving the mental hospital, she should properly experience love and be truly loved.
But the reality was that the familial love she now received was predicated on changing their destinies.
She had waited a year without the Jiang family confessing to her, telling her the secret that they could hear her thoughts. Even if they couldn’t hear them anymore, they would at most gather to discuss briefly and then get busy with their own things, gradually forgetting the past events.
Jiang Yunchuan wasn’t swindled of money or busy with his gaming company, Jiang Zhouye sang the songs from Jiang Nanshu’s heart and was busy with a music competition. Jiang Hemian’s hands were intact, busy with more profound experiments. Jiang Jingcheng was healthy and competed for the deputy directorship of the hospital, Jiang Yisen also completed the development of the Nanshan District, earned a large sum, and then became busy expanding the commercial map of the Jiang family; Mr. Jiang was busy taking care of the sick Mrs. Jiang.
She had left home for over a week, and not a single person asked where she had gone.
They were too busy to notice her abnormalities; Lu Qingyan also ignored her.
She could bear the consequences of her own sin.
She could also strive to heal the wound in his heart.
But he had said it would end only in death.
Death would indeed be the end.
Yet, she somewhat couldn’t bear to part with Xu Xi, Sister Yan, her Yiyi, Golden Sister, and Mr. Ji and Mrs. Ji, and the ever money-hunting, brother-supporting Ji Ze. Well, let’s add the simple and kind Yang Jiashu too; he was a good person.
Jiang Nanshu counted on her fingers.
What she gained was as much as what she lost.
Jiang Nanshu called Lu Qingyan again.
If he picked up, she would wait a bit longer; at the very least, she could not let Lu Qingyan, who had once been so good to her, be sad again.
But Lu Qingyan did not answer the phone.
Undeterred, she dialed again.
This time it was directly hung up.
Jiang Nanshu lowered her eyes.
Why couldn’t he accept her faults along with her virtues?
Jiang Nanshu felt that before parting, she still needed to get her preparations in place.
So, she called her five brothers one by one.
First, she called the kind Fifth Brother, Jiang Yunchuan.
He answered, but there was some noise in the background.
“Fifth Brother, I have something I want to discuss with you…”
“Talk later, I’m busy with business right now.”
The call ended.
Jiang Nanshu then turned to call Jiang Zhouye.
He directly declined the call, without even leaving a message.
Oh, he must be participating in an event. No blame there.
Jiang Nanshu found Jiang Hemian’s number; this time the call was answered by a female voice, “Hello, what can I do for you?”
Jiang Nanshu took a deep breath, making her voice gentle, “Hello, I’m looking for Jiang Hemian, I have something to discuss with him…”
“Qu Yao, who is it?” Jiang Hemian’s voice could be heard in the distance.
The female muttered, “You don’t even label your contacts, how would I know who it is…Must be a spam call, never mind, just keep doing your experiment.”
Jiang Nanshu wanted to laugh; by the time she reached the third brother, she had become a spam call.
She held back a laugh and continued to call Jiang Jingcheng.
No one answered.
Older brother was busy, but surely her eldest brother had time to hear her last words?
Jiang Yisen picked up, his first words were, “Nannan, don’t make a fuss now, we can talk later, I’m in a meeting.”
He didn’t give Jiang Nanshu a chance to speak.
Sigh.
She just wanted to say her last words.
They couldn’t even spare her a moment.
Forget it.
She had come clean and would leave clean.
But Jiang Nanshu was still worried Xu Xi would be upset, so she quickly answered Ji Nanshu’s call.
Her voice cheerful, “Nannan, school starts in a few days, we can hang out again, hehe.”
Jiang Nanshu didn’t respond but instead smiled and said, “Xixi, I’m going to see the ocean.”
“Huh? The ocean? It’s so cold now, why go to the seaside? Don’t catch a cold. Wait for the weather to get better, and I’ll go with you,” Xu Xi’s voice was coquettish.
She seemed to be watching TV, talking to Jiang Nanshu on the phone while giggling.
“Xixi, I’m glad to have known you, thanks for your company, oh, and my phone is about to die. Can you let Sister Yan know not to blame me?”
“Huh? What are you talking about?” Xu Xi sounded confused.
Just at the last second.
Jiang Nanshu’s phone turned off.
She was going to see the ocean.
It was such a cold day, no one was around in Nanshan District.
The seaside wind was truly cold.
She looked behind her; besides her own footprints, there was no one around.
She turned her head and walked onto a wooden bridge built over the sea, which served as a scenic spot.
Jiang Nanshu took off her shoes and stepped into the ocean water, so cold.
At the same time.
Xu Xi got through to Lu Qingyan, “Wah wah wah, Lu Qingyan, you have to see what’s going with Nannan…hic, go find her.”
At that moment, Lu Qingyan was in an international meeting, his expression turned solemn, “Calm down, what happened to her?”
Xu Xi with sobbing hiccups, “I don’t know, she just said she was going to see the ocean, what ocean in this freezing weather. She even thanked me for my company, what is she trying to do, I’m really freaking out, why is Qianzhou so far from Beijing…”
Lu Qingyan turned pale.
He grabbed his coat, disregarding the meeting with over a hundred people and dashed out.
No…no, he was at fault, it was his reluctance, his illness.
No…
The next person to find out was Jiang Yunchuan.
He immediately thought of the call Jiang Nanshu had made to him; now, no matter how many times he dialed, he couldn’t get through.
Didn’t she say to talk later?
Why isn’t she answering the phone now…
Nannan…
Jiang Yunchuan also disregarded his company, calling his brothers.
They rushed towards Nanshan District.
Jiang Nanshu watched the turbulent ocean; the water would carry her away, swelling her body.
Barefoot, dressed in a beautiful red dress, it was time for her to go.
“Jiang Nanshu!”
Jiang Nanshu thought she was hallucinating when she turned around and saw Lu Qingyan running towards her, his eyes bloodshot and tearful, his voice trembling, “Come back, are you going to abandon me again? You said you’d make it up to me, come back, I’m begging you, I, I won’t fuss anymore, don’t leave me…”
His voice shattered in the cold wind.
Jiang Nanshu smiled at him.
It was already too late.
Jiang Nanshu wanted to be a disciple of freedom, not a prisoner of love.
She would no longer mourn the seasons in ways that no longer suited her.
A year and a half of experience was enough; at least she had learned how to love, surrounded by many people, enjoying love, no longer utterly alone.
Perhaps that was the meaning of her visit.
If there was a next life.
She wanted to be born in a greenhouse as a beloved little princess.
If given another chance.
Jiang Nanshu would save Lu Qingyan that night.
She plunged into the icy waters.
A suffocating feeling overwhelmed her, her body drifting away under the waves, the water enveloping her breath and delivering her deeper to the ocean floor.
[Ding, suicide successful, congratulations Host for leaving the world.]