He is Lovestruck in the Revenge-Chapter 256 - 249 Pregnancy Discovered (Second Update)

Chapter 256: 249: Pregnancy Discovered (Second Update)

Chapter 256: 249: Pregnancy Discovered (Second Update)

“Minmin’s study abroad will cost a fortune, so stop getting any ideas about my money, or we’ll get a divorce and I’ll take Minmin overseas,”

Shen Li grabbed her bag and left.

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Jhiang Zhenghao became desperate, “Wife, wife—”

Calling her wife was of no use.

Afterward, Shen Li stopped coming to the hospital altogether. The Jhiang daughters came to take care of things, but Jhiang Zhenghao didn’t show them any appreciation, putting on a face every day as if he was owed billions.

The eldest daughter, Jhiang Shasha, brought over some stewed soup.

Jhiang Zhenghao held a grudge in his heart that his son-in-law refused to help him make a comeback, so he vented all his anger on his daughter, “I won’t eat, let me starve to death!”

“Dad.”

“Don’t call me dad! I don’t have daughters like you, each one of you is a useless ingrate!” What was the point of finding them such good husbands when none of them stood by him when it mattered.

Jhiang Shasha stepped forward to persuade, “Dad—”

The third daughter, Jhiang Zhenzhen, held her back. Before coming to the hospital, Jhiang Zhenzhen had gone to see Jhiang Youyou, who said they shouldn’t encourage their father’s bad behavior.

Jhiang Zhenzhen made up her mind, “Don’t bother with him, let him starve. He’s in the hospital; he won’t die from it.”

The daughters, who once obeyed him without question, were now all defying him. Jhiang Zhenghao furiously threw the thermos filled with soup to the ground, “All of you, get out, get out!”

After cleaning up the mess, Jhiang Shasha and her two sisters left. The three sisters, worried Jhiang Zhenghao might do something rash, deliberately arranged for him to stay in a six-bed room and additionally hired a caregiver.

An old man with coronary heart disease was moved into the six-bed room.

“My surname is Cao, you can call me Old Cao.”

Old Cao was a very warm-hearted person. As soon as he arrived, he started sharing small buns his son had made—his son owned a bakery. He placed a bag of small buns next to Jhiang Zhenghao’s bed and asked with familiarity, “Big brother, what’s your last name?”

Jhiang Zhenghao, already in a foul mood, retorted, “Who’s your big brother.” He glanced at the bag of buns with disdain and then gave Old Cao a once-over, with a look like an emperor regarding a lowly eunuch, “My surname is Jhiang, everyone else calls me President Jhiang.”

Old Cao: “…”

Anyway, that’s how Old Cao and President Jhiang started off on the wrong foot. During the following days, Old Cao would occasionally taunt President Jhiang.

“President Jhiang, why are you eating hospital meals again today, not feeling like some abalone or sea cucumber?”

“President Jhiang must have lots of subordinates, right? How come no one has come to visit you in the hospital?”

“President Jhiang, are you married? Do you have kids? Surely you’re not all alone in the world, I see nobody’s taking care of you.”

“Why doesn’t President Jhiang move to a private suite?”

“Today, President Jhiang even peed by himself.”

President Jhiang, already with a fiery temper, was on the verge of passing out from rage, his blood pressure skyrocketing.

He stormed into Dr. Jhiang Youyou’s office in the Oncology Department and slammed his hand on the desk, “Move me to a private room.”

Jhiang Youyou didn’t even look up, engrossed in reviewing a medical record.

Jhiang Zhenghao was livid, neck aching, he held it saying, “Are you listening to me?”

Jhiang Youyou stood up, her expression icy, not giving an inch, “I have to make rounds, please step aside.”

Jhiang Zhenghao wouldn’t budge, but Jhiang Youyou simply walked around him.

Jhiang Zhenghao, furious, kicked a stool, “I am your father, and you won’t even give me a private room, you unfilial and rebellious daughter!”

Jhiang Youyou ignored his curses, they had cut all ties, and talk of filial piety was meaningless.

Afternoon.

A cardiovascular nurse came looking for Dr. Jhiang Youyou at the Oncology Department.

“Dr. Jhiang, your father refuses to eat, he’s on a hunger strike.”

Jhiang Youyou had long since reviewed Jhiang Zhenghao’s medical records, except for slightly high blood pressure, everything else was normal. She was very composed, “Let him be.”

A hunger strike?

Jhiang Zhenghao was far too fond of life to die.

Today was the second day of Jhiang Zhenghao’s hunger strike. Today, Old Cao reported an issue to the nurse.

“Nurse, do we have mice in our room? I keep hearing noises at night.”

“There shouldn’t be any, I’ll have my colleague come and check.”

Later, two male doctors conducted an exhaustive search of the room but found no mice.

That night, the sound came from the six-bed room again, that rustling noise, like a mouse gnawing on a plastic bag, with great enthusiasm.

Old Cao abruptly pulled back the curtain of the bed opposite, with a sneering laugh, “Here’s the mouse.”

The mouse was President Jhiang.

President Jhiang squatted in front of the cupboard, munching on bread, eyes bulging like bells and crumbs around his mouth, those very buns Old Cao had offered days before but President Jhiang had scorned.

A hunger strike?

Impossible, he would never starve himself in this lifetime.

Old Cao shone a flashlight on President Jhiang’s face with the crumbs, “Look how hungry our President Jhiang is.”

President Jhiang tossed the unfinished bread into the trash can and yanked the curtain closed in a huff, deliberately turning over in bed to make squeaking noises, occasionally emitting grunts and grumbles.

The next day, Old Cao told all the patients that his ward had a “President Jhiang,” a man both poor and pretentious, putting on a grand facade.

*****

It was almost twelve o’clock, and Dr. Jhiang Youyou was finishing her clinic.

“Is that all?”

Nurse Liu replied, “That’s all, the last patient just left.”

Jhiang Youyou’s neck and back were sore from sitting, she stretched as she walked to her office. Her colleagues had gone to lunch, the office was empty except for Jhiang Zhenzhen, sitting at Dr. Jhiang Youyou’s desk.

“Three, why are you at my desk?”

Jhiang Zhenzhen set a bottle of medicine on the table, “Tell me, what’s going on?”

The bottle was Folic Acid.