When Will My Childhood Sweetheart Marry Me?-Chapter 156: The Truth

As a doctor, Zhu Yun was well aware that the disease was not incurable.

With the advancement of heart transplant technology combined with the use of special medications for treatment, a full recovery couldn’t be guaranteed, but it certainly wasn’t life-threatening.

However, Lin Zhen said that during her countless nights in Los Angeles, she would go crazy thinking about her son, not asking for much, just wanting her son by her side for one year would suffice.

Zhu Yun, being a mother herself, could utterly relate to Lin Zhen’s anguish.

But this alone could never justify her abandoning her professional principles to conspire in secrecy.

What Zhu Yun never expected was that before she could even voice her refusal, Lin Zhen revealed a pale smile, "If Yan refuses to leave with me, then I will stay in Rong City, by his side until he forgives me."

Staying in Rong City meant foregoing treatment.

The special medication had not yet officially entered the country, and even with a heart transplant completed, without medicinal support, the rejection would cost her life.

At that moment, facing her close friend, Zhu Yun felt an unprecedented sense of estrangement.

Her best friend, a well-bred woman who would blush when telling a mere lie, was now using her own life to threaten her.

Since Lin Zhen had been admitted to Huaren after fainting, Zhu Yun had personally taken over all aspects, including her medication during hospitalization and subsequent treatment plans. Except for Director Zhu herself, almost no other doctors knew about it.

Thus, concealing the truth from everyone else was incredibly easy.

Seeing the complete trust everyone placed in her, Zhu Yun struggled, tormented.

She thought about confiding in her husband over and over again but stopped herself each time.

During that period, Zhu Yun would often sit alone in her office, staring at the medical reports on her computer, questioning herself whether she even deserved to be a doctor anymore.

Perhaps from the moment she nodded in agreement to Lin Zhen’s request, she no longer deserved to be one.

In the cramped space, Jiang Shuyao listened intently as her mother narrated.

With every word, her chest felt increasingly constricted.

Deep inside, her godmother was gentle and kind, and even if she had abandoned Yan before, there were always her own difficulties to consider. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

But why was the truth of the matter like this?

Did Yan know?

He did not.

He not only did not know but was also driven to a breakup by her.

Jiang Shuyao’s vision blurred as overwhelming regret flooded her heart.

Even so, she dared not even voice a word of reprimand to her mother.

What was the use anyway? What had happened had already occurred.

Her mother was not to blame; the fault lay in her selfishness.

If she had communicated properly with Yan and listened to his inner thoughts instead of stubbornly forcing him away, could everything have been different?

It definitely would have been different.

At least, she wouldn’t have broken up with him.

The tears Jiang Shuyao had been desperately holding back started falling one by one, landing on the back of her hand and also impacting Zhu Yun’s heart.

"Yaoyao."

Zhu Yun reached out to hold her daughter’s hand and asked, "Did you just come back from the airport?"

"No," Jiang Shuyao didn’t look at her mother and silently pushed open the door to get out of the car.

In mid-July, she received the acceptance letter from Rongcheng University, with the school semester starting on August 15, including half a month of military training, and classes officially beginning on September 1.

In the days that remained, Jiang Shuyao often locked herself in the studio, staying there all day long.

Zhu Yun, who left early and returned late, could only see her daughter during dinner on Fridays.

About the matter with Lin Zhen, she felt suffocated and eventually found an appropriate time to explain everything to her husband.

Jiang Tingsong, after hearing it, reacted quite differently from his daughter.

He even comforted his wife, saying, "Don’t blame yourself too much. Even if Lin Zhen’s illness could be treated, it’s only right and proper for a child to stay with their mother. Moreover, with the vast Zhi Zhen Group, Yan will eventually have to return to take over. Don’t worry, the son that Old Pei has raised won’t escape his responsibilities."

Although that was the case, Zhu Yun still couldn’t get over the emotional hurdle in her heart.

More importantly, it seemed that since that incident, Yaoyao had become much colder towards her.

Normally, she would still call out to people and talk to her, but apart from routine phrases, there wasn’t a single superfluous word.

Zhu Yun intuitively felt that her daughter was blaming her.

The next evening, Jiang Shuyao received a call from Tang Xing.

The girl was sobbing breathlessly, "Yaoyao, what should I do? I still haven’t received the admission notice from Hai City Technology, it’s mostly hopeless."

Tang Xing’s score was somewhat awkward; getting into Hai City Technology was easy to say but also difficult.

She had chosen the top-ranked major of the school, and considering Hai City Technology’s typical admission score of 560, to get into that major, her score needed to be at least 580 to be safe.

Jiang Shuyao immediately asked, "Which school did you fill for your second choice?"

Tang Xing thought for a moment and sadly realized she had forgotten.

She had been confident about Hai City, so she carelessly filled in the second choice.

But even if accepted, she probably wouldn’t want to go.

Eventually, Jiang Shuyao could only suggest, "These next few days, pay more attention to the official website where they take extra volunteers, see if there’s any suitable school. If you don’t want to waste your high score for a low-tier university, then consider whether to repeat a year."

Tang Xing started crying outright.

No repeating; she wouldn’t repeat no matter what.

She had barely survived, finally rid of those mountain-high papers. If she had to go back to repeating, she might as well jump into the Yellow River.

Jiang Shuyao could roughly discern Tang Xing’s reluctance, so she casually clicked into the webpage for additional enrollments, scrolled down, and noticed two spots available at Southwest Science and Technology University.

"Wake up, did you see the screenshot I sent you?"

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The two discussed additional choices until one o’clock in the morning, eventually settling on Southwest Science and Technology University and Rongcheng Normal School.

Tang Xing sighed," Maybe just go to the normal university, get a teacher certification, and teach Chemistry at Yunzhong later, making the students do more papers."

It was a serious matter, yet coming from her, it sounded both funny and absurd.

Chemistry had been Tang Xing’s weak point throughout all three years of high school.

The fact that she considered choosing a Chemistry major to teach and solve doubts in the future was actually quite spirited.

That night, Tang Xing, as if energized, firmly decided on Rongcheng Normal School.

After all the twists and turns, one had intended to go to the Capital, the other had her heart set on Hai City, but in the end, due to various reasons, they both stayed locally.

The day Tang Xing received the admission letter from the normal university, she was so happy that she sang and danced over the phone.

"Yaoyao, I must treat you to a meal, I have to, you’re my great benefactor."

Jiang Shuyao also felt happy for her.

However, speaking of being a benefactor, Teacher University and Rong University were not far apart, so it would be convenient for them to meet up often in the future.

Unable to withstand Tang Xing’s sweet persuasion, a week before school started, she reluctantly accepted the thank-you dinner.

In the fish grill restaurant, the plum liquor was too good not to drink but it also gave a strong aftertaste.

With a small cup downed, Tang Xing’s face was flushed with red, and her mind felt hazy, seeing double images of the person across.

Taking advantage of the alcohol, she asked, "Yaoyao, why did you break up with Boss Pei in the first place? Did he go to Los Angeles because he was heartbroken?"

One month later, Jiang Shuyao still felt a faint pain in her heart upon hearing that name.

How many times had she pressed that familiar number, only to hear it was turned off.

Thinking back, she felt foolish; nobody would use a domestic number abroad.

Even if she could really get through, what could she say to him?

Would she call him Pei Yan and then ask, "Are you well?"

Jiang Shuyao lowered her eyes in a resigned smile.

How could he possibly be well?