The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie
Chapter 402: 402: Jiang Zhi's Pretend Illness Exposed, Doting Wife of Ice and Snow

Chapter 402: 402: Jiang Zhi’s Pretend Illness Exposed, Doting Wife of Ice and Snow

He raised his head and looked into her eyes. “Otherwise, why would I shamelessly ask you to compensate for the computer?”

Tang Xiang was speechless.

Such a childish ghost.

She picked up another glass of wine, and before her lips even touched the rim, Jiang Xiaolin snatched it away. “Your stomach is weak,” he drank the wine, “and your tolerance for alcohol is even worse.”

“…”

Indeed, her tolerance was poor; once, when she had drunk too much, she ended up hitting him.

Neither of the young masters of the Jiang family liked social engagements—one would be drinking with a beauty on his right, and the other chatting leisurely with a friend on his left.

“How did you get your hands on the MondenGorup shares?”

Before Jiang Zhi, Qiao Nanchu had also negotiated, but had returned empty-handed every time. The Jiang family was the enterprise with the deepest roots in the medical industry. To put it bluntly, they occupied three-tenths of the domestic medical market. The shares of the Jiang family were not just valuable; they involved intricate networks of connections and collaborations. For this reason, MondenGorup had for many years been reluctant to let go of this prized asset.

Jiang Zhi had managed to secure them in just one day.

“What method did you use?” Qiao Nanchu asked.

“I traded them for JC’s shares.”

JC was personally established by Jiang Zhi, and in just a few years, it had gained significant recognition in the medical and pharmaceutical fields. Even though it could not yet compare to the Jiang family’s legacy and scale, its growth momentum was rapid, so it was normal for MondenGorup to value JC’s prospects.

Qiao Nanchu casually asked, “How much did you use?”

In his estimation, 20% was the limit.

Jiang Zhi said, “25%.”

No wonder he succeeded in just one trip; given JC’s market value today, 25% of the shares were extremely costly.

Qiao Nanchu admitted honestly, “A loss.”

“Mm.” He was indifferent.

“Old Lady Jiang has already jumped into the fray; you could have taken it slowly. Why were you in such a rush?” He had used a method that hurt the enemy a thousand but self-damaged eight hundred.

Jiang Zhi was looking at a Wechat message from Zhou Xufang, his mind not really on the shares, “Zhou Xufang is pregnant, I want to wrap things up quickly to give her some peace.”

Qiao Nanchu understood completely.

Behind the two, Jiang Wei’er had looked towards Jiang Zhi for the fourth time.

“Wei’er.”

She looked away, “Hmm?”

Xue Bingxue was worried, “Don’t frown.” He brushed his fingertips across her brows, “Just say the word, and I’ll help you.”

He too had noticed that Jiang Zhi might make a move.

“How would you help me?”

“The Xue family still has some resources.” If the Jiang family had the backing of the Xue family, they would certainly be much stronger.

He was truly selfless.

Jiang Wei’er knew well that if she asked for help, he would go all out. However, he represented the Xue family, and once he committed to the Jiang family’s camp, it would inevitably lead to a clash with the Lu family. Jiang Wei’er shook her head and refused, “I don’t want you to turn against Jiang Zhi because of me.”

The feud between the Jiang and Lu families had nothing to do with the Xue family and there was no need to get involved.

Xue Bingxue wasn’t considering too much, simply distressed at seeing her unhappy, “I’ll apologize to Jiang Zhi, but you and I need to work this out.”

“That won’t work. Unless the issue between the Lu and Jiang families is resolved, it won’t end.” Jiang Wei’er was rational, “Besides, the Xue family has so many members; how can you just look after me and ignore them?”

Xue Bingxue was heartbroken for her, “What will you do then?”

On one side was her family, and on the other was Jiang Zhi; she faced a difficult choice, “I have no other demands now—just that Jiang Zhi and my mother stay alive.”

These two were bound to come to blows eventually, and blood would surely be shed.

At this moment, Xu Jiuru was discussing something with several minor shareholders of the Jiang family, all eager to make their move. Looking again at Jiang Zhi, he was holding a glass of wine, chatting while taking small sips.

Jiang Zhi had previously been unhealthy and never drank

“Jiang Zhi’s feigned illness,” Jiang Wei’er asked Xue Bingxue, “did you always know about it?”

From the moment Jiang Zhi confided in her, she had understood all the ins and outs. The delicate, bed-bound invalid of the Jiang family had been an act.

“Mm.” Xue Bingxue acknowledged, “I’ve known for a long time.”

Jiang Zhi had never intentionally concealed it from her and Qiao Nanchu.

“It wasn’t actually feigned illness; he truly was sick until he was sixteen. Your mother kept medicating him using Luo Changfang’s methods. If it hadn’t been discovered early, he might not have lived till today,” Xue Bingxue explained as objectively as possible, “Even in the following years, he never truly recovered. To deceive the doctors and pass various examinations, he had to take a lot of medications with relatively milder side effects. If he hadn’t met Zhou Xufang, he would probably still be feeble.”

Before she could continue—

“What are you talking about? I don’t understand. What feigned illness?”

Xue Baoyi approached, having come up silently from behind.

Jiang Wei’er tried to dismiss him, “Just pretend you didn’t hear anything.”

Was Xue Baoyi someone who could be so easily dismissed?

Of course not; he immediately went up to Jiang Zhi and scrutinized him closely, “Brother Zhi, you seem in good health lately.”

Jiang Zhi sipped his drink, “Mm.”

Xue Baoyi continued his scrutinizing gaze, as if he intended to strip Jiang Zhi bare, “No more wheezing when you walk, no coughing when you talk, even your infertility is cured now.”

He wasn’t getting to the point.

Jiang Zhi was running out of patience, “Get to the point.”

Well then, Xue Baoyi just asked directly, “Is your illness cured?”

“Mm.”

A one-word answer, quite perfunctory.

Jiang Zhi didn’t even ask Xue Baoyi how he knew he was feigning illness.

“Was it all an act before?” Xue Baoyi had seen him lying in bed, appearing frail and delicate—a true picture of vulnerability, all an act. Xue Baoyi found it unbelievable.

Jiang Zhi denied, “No.”

Xue Baoyi didn’t believe it, watching him with skeptical eyes, “Then how did a congenital deficiency that hasn’t been cured for years suddenly get diagnosed?”

Jiang Zhi, with his beautiful peach blossom eyes, lied, “Believe in medicine, never give up on treatment.”

“…”

That was a tough pill to swallow.

Xue Baoyi scoffed, “I believe you my ass!”