Read Novel Full Chapter 144 – Please, Call the Ambulance
Chapter 144 – Please, Call the Ambulance
After dinner, Lin Zhao very consciously took care of clearing the dishes and carried them into the kitchen to wash. Wen Wan followed behind him like a little tail, eager to see if there was anything she could help with.
Neither Wen Wan nor Lin Zhao had any experience in the kitchen, and they had never used a dishwasher before either. The two of them stared at the unfamiliar machine in front of them, wide-eyed. After a few seconds, Lin Zhao spoke a little awkwardly, “Let’s look up a tutorial video first and figure out how to use this dishwasher.”
Wen Wan nodded immediately. “Okay, I’ll find one.”
It didn’t take long to find the video. Lin Zhao watched it, then slowly followed the steps shown, mimicking the actions. He still wasn’t very skilled, but at least nothing went wrong.
Wen Wan stood behind him and asked quietly, “Don’t you think Jiang Li and Tong Yi’s dynamic has changed a lot?”
Lin Zhao had noticed too, but played dumb. “Changed how?”
Wen Wan thought for a moment and said, “Well… I can’t really explain the feeling, but it’s definitely different. Didn’t you notice?”
Lin Zhao nodded. “Yeah, I noticed a while ago. Jiang Li and Tong Yi like each other. If Jiang Li said the word, they could be together right away. But it seems like neither of them is in a rush, so they’re just going with the flow.”
Wen Wan nodded thoughtfully. “This kind of mutual ambiguity is really nice. I think they’re enjoying it too.”
Lin Zhao turned his head to tease her gently, “You sound like you really know what you’re talking about?”
Wen Wan’s face turned red immediately. “You… stop talking nonsense. I was just analyzing casually. Don’t go reading into it.”
Lin Zhao smiled. “I’m not reading into anything.”
Wen Wan: “…”
That expression definitely meant he’d imagined a whole bunch of things. Hmph!
…
While Lin Zhao and Wen Wan were cleaning up in the kitchen, Jiang Li sat on the living room sofa playing on her phone. Tong Yi sat right beside her, looking completely relaxed.
Jiang Li turned her head toward him. “Isn’t it kind of rude for you to keep peeking at my screen?”
Tong Yi grinned. “You’re just browsing Weibo—it’s not like it’s anything private, right? Should be okay for me to take a peek.”
Jiang Li shot back, “Weibo pushes content based on my interests. How is that not private?”
“How about we check out the trending topics together?” He suggested.
Before Jiang Li could refuse, he quickly added, “My phone’s charging. It’s not safe to use it while charging.”
Jiang Li knew he just wanted an excuse to stay close, so she didn’t bother arguing. She lazily opened the trending topics on Weibo, and the moment she saw the phrase “kidney robbing,” her eyes widened instinctively.
Tong Yi saw it too and raised an eyebrow. “Has the Jiang Zhou and Bai Guolin case been decided?”
“Let’s check.” Jiang Li said as she tapped into the article.
After reading the full story, Jiang Li realized the verdict had indeed been handed down.
In summary, Jiang Zhou and Bai Guolin, as the main perpetrators, were both sentenced to fifteen years in prison. As for Dr. Zheng, he had only agreed to perform the surgery after Bai Guolin threatened him with his son’s life. As an accomplice, he received an eight-year sentence.
The comments section was filled with heated discussion. Some felt justice had been served, while others thought the sentence was too light for such scumbags.
After reading some of the comments, Tong Yi said, “It really is too light.”
Jiang Li sighed. “It was attempted murder, not a completed one. The chances of getting the death penalty or life imprisonment were already slim. Fifteen years is pretty standard.”
Tong Yi muttered under his breath, “For what those two bastards did, even the death penalty wouldn’t be too harsh. How is fifteen years reasonable?”
Jiang Li shook her head. “Fifteen years isn’t that long, but society changes so quickly now. When they get out, it won’t be easy to reintegrate.”
Jiang Zhou and Bai Guolin were both in their prime when they were imprisoned, and with college left unfinished, their education effectively ended at the high school level.
They’d be spending the next decade and a half behind bars. By the time they got out, they’d be nearing forty, with nothing but a high school diploma. Would they really be able to adapt quickly to this new world?
More importantly, the two of them had gone to prison for Jiang Ruo’s sake. But Jiang Ruo suffered from chronic kidney failure—would she even live to see them released?
All of that was uncertain. But Jiang Li didn’t want to think about it anymore—she didn’t want to pay attention to those people at all.
Tong Yi was a bit surprised to see her so calm. As for himself, he couldn’t feel calm at all. Every time he thought about how Jiang Zhou had plotted to take Jiang Xiao Li’s kidney, and then gone on to plot something so horrendous with Bai Guolin, he wished both of them had just been executed by firing squad. And if not that, rotting in prison for the rest of their lives sounded pretty good too.
Seeing the indignant look on his face, Jiang Li smiled and said, “Don’t be angry. Why are you getting worked up over those two scumbags? Isn’t that a waste of emotion?”
Tong Yi grumbled, “I’m not angry at those two scumbags. I’m just disappointed because the sentence didn’t meet my expectations.”
Based on his judgment, Jiang Zhou and Bai Guolin would probably appeal the ruling. But it didn’t matter. With how serious and vile the case was, even if they appealed, the outcome likely wouldn’t change.
…
Before the verdict was announced, Old Master Feng had already summoned his trusted housekeeper, instructing him to keep an eye on Feng Yun. Whatever was said and done, Jiang Zhou was her son, and there was no way his crimes would result in a light sentence. Old Master Feng worried she might do something extreme.
But what surprised him was that Feng Yun didn’t do anything drastic. In fact, on the very day the verdict was released, she was calmly trimming flowers in the garden.
Old Master Feng couldn’t figure out what his disappointing daughter was thinking, but in the end, he didn’t care. As long as she didn’t try to take her own life, it was fine.
As for the fact that she had spent the past six months tormenting Jiang Huai in various ways, he let it be. That’s what Jiang Huai owed her. Now it was just karma.
…
Inside the Jiang family’s villa, Feng Yun did appear perfectly normal. But it was because she seemed too normal that Jiang Huai felt deeply unsettled. He’d been tormented by her for more than six months and was nearly numb. In fact, he’d nearly forgotten how it felt to spend a day without her torment.
After the verdict came out, Jiang Huai noticed Feng Yun remained just as calm as always. Trying to probe her thoughts, he cautiously approached her and said, “This is just the first trial. A’Zhou can still appeal. If your father’s willing to help, there’s still hope.”
Feng Yun turned to him. “You think my father will help him?”
Jiang Huai immediately replied, “I think it’s possible. A’Zhou is his own grandson. He might have just been trying to teach him a lesson by not stepping in earlier. Now that A’Zhou’s suffered enough, maybe he’ll make a move.”
Feng Yun shook her head. “No, he won’t. I know my father—he can’t tolerate even a grain of sand in his eye. A’Zhou willingly broke the law, and in his eyes, that means he should be punished by the law.”
Back then, she had gone to her father’s house with a last sliver of hope. Now that hope had been dashed, and the verdict was out—she had no choice but to accept reality.
“Then… what do we do?” Jiang Huai asked. For over twenty years, he had controlled Feng Yun, always able to manipulate her with reasons and excuses to get her to do what he wanted. But over the past six months, everything had flipped.
Feng Yun had become a completely different person. The slightest disobedience from him, and she’d find all kinds of ways to torment him.
After being punished so many times, he’d finally learned his lesson. Now, when Feng Yun told him to go east, he didn’t even think about going west.
Over this half year, Jiang Huai had finally accepted the truth: Feng Yun no longer loved him. All her past willingness to bend to his will had been because of love. But that love was gone now—and without it, she would never again be his puppet.
Jiang Huai was being as cautious as possible now, but Feng Yun’s expression didn’t change. She said quietly, “There’s nothing to do. It’s just prison. He’ll get out in fifteen years. Maybe less, if he behaves well. Just a snap of the fingers. I can’t save him, so I have to accept it.”
Jiang Huai: “…”
Was she really thinking like this? He doubted it. If she could truly resign herself so easily, she wouldn’t have once knelt for hours at the gate of her father’s house.
That night, Jiang Huai realized his instincts had been right—but he hadn’t imagined Feng Yun would go this far.
That evening, the cook made chicken soup. Under Feng Yun’s silent gaze, he drank several bowls. Then he lost consciousness.
It was intense pain that woke him up. When Jiang Huai opened his eyes, he found himself tied to the bed. Not far away stood Feng Yun, holding a pair of bloody scissors.
When she saw him awake, Feng Yun smiled. Her voice was chillingly calm. “If you hadn’t failed to control your dirty part back then, Jiang Ruo wouldn’t exist in this world. And without her, A’Zhou wouldn’t have gone to prison. Don’t you think so?”
Jiang Huai knew arguing was useless. He clenched his fists tightly, cold sweat pouring down his forehead, but he endured the pain and looked at her pleadingly. “C-Call ambulance… please…”
Feng Yun gave a puzzled look. “Would calling an ambulance at this point even help?”
Then she picked up a jar from the nearby cabinet, tossed what was in her hand into it, and said softly, “This jar contains diluted sulfuric acid. The corrosion won’t be that strong—but it should still work. Don’t you think?”
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