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Chapter 1065 - 744 Destined but Not Fated_2

Chapter 1065: 744 Destined but Not Fated_2

As he said this, he pushed the card toward Jiang Chen.

Forty-six thousand.

It must’ve been Ai Qian’s family’s entire savings, which, compared to other families, was quite significant—a lump sum of nearly half a million.

"Uncle, Ai Qian and I have already talked about it. She will pay me back for the medical expenses in the future."

Jiang Chen did not accept it.

"What’s the difference. Don’t worry, even if I have to borrow money, I won’t let you pay both in money and in effort."

"Uncle, I can’t accept your money. If you really want to give it, then let Ai Qian give it to me."

Seeing the boy’s resolve, Ai Qian’s father did not press further. He slowly lowered his hand, pinching the card that represented a lifetime of savings, and took a deep drag of his cigarette.

"Jiang Chen, although this is our first meeting, I am here on behalf of Ai Qian’s mother, to sincerely apologize to you."

"Uncle, I really haven’t blamed Auntie. I can fully understand her feelings. If I were really holding a grudge against her for opposing my relationship with Ai Qian from the start, I wouldn’t be here today, right?"

Looking at that young and amiable smiling face, Ai Qian’s father silently nodded.

"There’s no need to see me out; please go back upstairs."

Ai Qian’s father halted, his voice slightly hoarse as he thanked him again.

"Thank you."

Jiang Chen smiled lightly, his demeanor calm and collected.

Ai Qian’s father watched him fade into the night, sighed with mixed feelings, then turned around and went upstairs.

Ai Qian’s mother was sitting by the bed, pestering Ai Qian with all kinds of questions, her mood had largely calmed down.

Ai Qian’s father pushed the door open and entered.

"Uncle, please sit down. You and Auntie haven’t had the chance to eat yet, have you? I’ll go buy something."

Wei Chuyin moved a chair over.

"You’ve been a great help these past days."

Ai Qian’s father voiced his gratitude.

"Ai Qian and I are best friends."

Wei Chuyin uttered that single sentence and then walked out.

The room was left with just the family.

"Don’t blame Chu Yin; it was your mother and I who forced her to talk."

Ai Qian’s father sat down on the chair, "We are responsible for you, given to us by your mother and me. You kept us in the dark, and while you had your reasons, have you ever considered our perspective?"

"Enough. It’s good that Ai Qian is alright, why bring up all this?"

Ai Qian’s mother, although kept out of the loop and quite angry, could not bring herself to voice any rebukes, looking at her daughter’s condition.

She looked towards her husband and gently said, "Did you give the money to the boy?"

"I did, but he didn’t take it."

"What money?" Ai Qian was confused.

"The money for your treatment."

She silently looked at her mother.

"Someone saved you, we can’t expect them to foot the bill, right? Even if you two hadn’t broken up, this isn’t right. Your father and I brought all the money we had. If that’s not enough, we can borrow from your eldest uncle."

Ai Qian was silent for a moment, then gave a soft smile.

"Mom, when I was dating him, you used to despise him for being poor."

Ai Qian’s mother didn’t feel embarrassed, candidly admitting, "Yes, I did despise him for being poor at the time, but this is different. I don’t want you to suffer, but what we owe, we must pay."

Ai Qian’s father remained silent, sitting in the chair.

"Do you resent your mother?"

Ai Qian’s mother asked in a low voice.

Ai Qian shook her head, "No, this was my own choice, it has nothing to do with anyone else."

"Ai Qian, does he still have feelings for you?"

Ai Qian’s mother probed.

Having never really met him, she could not understand the boy’s character back then and could only judge from his economic circumstances in a simple and effective manner.

Aren’t all parents in the world like this?

If only she could go back to that time now...

But alas, there are no ifs.

"Mom, we’ve already broken up."

"I know you’ve broken up."

Ai Qian’s mother said earnestly, "Since you’ve broken up, he has no responsibility or obligation towards you. If there’s no affection left, why did he go all out to save you, and why has he stuck by your side unwaveringly?"

"Mom, most people in this world are ordinary, but don’t judge him by the standards of an ordinary person."

Ai Qian’s smile was gentle, "The reason I was with him even though I knew he was a poor guy, is because he truly is a good person."

"He should not be poor now,"

muttered Ai Qian’s mother.

Through the mouth of Wei Chuyin, they had come to understand roughly Jiang Chen’s current economic strength.

And illnesses like leukemia, which are terrifying not only because of the death rate but also due to the high cost of medical expenses, are a crucial factor.

Yet the young man who was once looked down upon by her had borne all the expenses for her daughter’s treatment alone, transferred her daughter thousands of miles from East Sea to Capital City, and had actually managed to bring her back from the brink of death.

When faced with such a deadly disease, how many people could throw money at the problem and still be helpless?

"His goodness has nothing to do with whether he’s poor or not; it’s only relevant to us,"

Ai Qian whispered softly.

"Mom knows... I was unfair to him before. On the plane, I was telling your dad that I have to meet that kid in person and apologize to him face to face."

"He won’t hold a grudge against you, his elder,"

Ai Qian’s mother paused, "Qianqian, if, I’m just saying if, after you get better, is there a possibility that you might..."

Ai Qian looked at her mother.

Ai Qian’s mother hesitated, but still finished her thought with some awkwardness, "I mean, you two were truly in love and together by choice; it’s normal for young people to break up and make up. This illness might be an opportunity for you both to see each other clearly. Mom believes that you are now mature enough to know what you want; could it be possible for you two to try starting over?"

After hearing this, Ai Qian smiled.

"Mom, even if I want to, it depends on whether he is willing or not. I’m no one special, and besides, I’ve had this disease. Ordinary guys would probably avoid me if they could."

Ai Qian’s mother’s expression turned unnatural, her heart aching.

Indeed.

Even if cured, a history of such an illness remains a taboo.

"What nonsense. Who doesn’t get sick? It’s fine as long as you’re cured,"

Ai Qian’s mother forced a smile.

At a time like this, who could think of anything else? Just being able to survive is already a stroke of incredible luck.

"Besides, I think that kid Jiang Chen isn’t one to mind these things."

"He might not mind, but I do,"

Ai Qian said, "Mom, you can’t repay kindness with resentment. How could someone like me, who’s had this disease, be with someone else?"

Ai Qian’s mother’s heart was touched, her eyes began to redden, and she nearly burst into tears.

"Qianqian, your mindset isn’t right. One of Dad’s friends got cancer in his thirties, isn’t he still doing well now? Doctors can remove the physical illness from your body, but the disease in your heart needs to be dealt with by you."

Her father, who had been silent until then, spoke with a heavy voice.

"Your dad is right; the most important thing in fighting illness is having the right mindset, you must stay positive and optimistic,"

encouraged Ai Qian’s mother.

"If I weren’t positive and optimistic, you and Dad probably wouldn’t be able to see me now."

"You silly girl! Are you thinking Mom can’t bear to scold you right now?"

Ai Qian’s mother feigned anger.

"If you were really positive and optimistic, why would you hide it from us? Do you think such an illness is definitely incurable?" Ai Qian’s father said in a tone that was neither light nor heavy, "Medicine is so advanced these days; you absolutely cannot avoid or fear treatment. Your mom and I are still here; you don’t have to shoulder everything alone."

"See, the moment you arrive, you start lecturing me."

Ai Qian showed a look of grievance.

"Qianqian, your dad is just worried about you. You don’t know, when he found out you were sick, he was terrified. In all the years I’ve been with him, I’ve never seen him so scared. If I hadn’t been there to support him, he probably would have collapsed; he immediately started packing, as if he wished he could grow wings and fly over. You and Jiang Chen are different; what are Mom and Dad here for if not to be relied on?"

Originally, their opposition to the relationship was not only due to poverty, but also the fact that Jiang Chen was an orphan was a significant factor.

"Mom, he has achieved happiness after hardships; his career is doing well, and his girlfriend is beautiful."

"He has a girlfriend now?"

"Yes."

Ai Qian’s mother’s tone suddenly halted.

Ai Qian’s father stood up, pulled out the card, approached the bedside, and placed it on the nightstand.

"If it’s fate without destiny, then we should return what ought to be returned."