Chapter 221: Chapter 221: Putting Gold on the Face_1 Chapter 221: Chapter 221: Putting Gold on the Face_1 “Alright, stop flattering yourself. What do you mean by ‘improper handling’? It’s just that you’re not thinking straight.” Lord Huo the Devil’s sharp-tongued skill was definitely not developed over a day or two. He showed absolutely no mercy towards his own father.
“I just don’t get it, it’s one thing for my mom to be clouded in judgement, but why are you the same? It’s no wonder your existence alone lowers the IQ of everyone in the Huo family.”
“What you lot possess is not intelligence, it’s cunning. I am just more honest and sincere, inclined to see the good in people, unlike all of you who are unscrupulous tricksters.”
“Stupid is as stupid does, don’t make excuses.”
He felt like spitting blood, and no one was going to stop him.
“Dad, don’t interfere in this matter! Luckily, I’ve taken a month’s leave, which is enough time to handle it.”
Hearing this, Huo Linong suddenly felt that he was not the most unfortunate one. Bei Jiang, that rascal, when he doesn’t act, it’s one thing, but when he does, his actions are swift, ruthless and accurate. Not only did he sabotage Jinlan’s plans, but he also dragged him, his own father, into it.
As a father, he felt pathetic in comparison.
Now he was starting to feel sorry for He Rongxi.
The family meeting was over, and as Huo Beijiang went upstairs to pack his change of clothes, he saw his grandmother waiting in the courtyard. Seeing him come out, she covered her mouth and snickered.
“Good job, grandson.” Zhou Yongxian whispered, “Your father and mother may be clueless, but they deserve it!”
Huo Beijiang cheekily winked, and his thick eyelashes added a certain indescribable charm as he blinked.
Nan Fei couldn’t check out of the hospital, and the start of the semester was already upon them. In the afternoon, they let Zhuanzhuan go to the school on her behalf to request for a leave of absence.
Pneumonia, if left untreated, is prone to recurrences. While she felt relatively better during the day, a fever struck almost every night, and she needed to be on on intravenous fluid everyday. The doctor said she probably needed to stay in the hospital for another week.
This was driving her mad.
In her previous life, the only thing she was good at was staying healthy. She hardly fell sick, rarely even catching a cold. But now, confined in a hospital smelling of disinfectant, she could not stay calm.
“Sister Nan Fei.” A clear voice came from the door.
Without looking up, Nan Fei saw her younger brother’s exquisite little face. He was staring blankly at her, a sight so cute that her heart was melting. He was her treasure, intelligent or not.
The treasure of their whole family.
“Jiang Yang, come in.” Nan Fei waved at him.
The small boy entered the ward holding a branch he’d found somewhere. He stood by the bed, tilting his dainty face up to stare blankly, yet curiously, at Nan Fei.
“What’s wrong? Are you missing sister?” Nan Fei thought that the look in Jiang Yang’s eyes had changed. After careful observation, she realized nothing was different.
Maybe it was only her imagination.
Regardless of whether or not anything had changed, she chose to think positively, which was making her feel increasingly happier!
Jiang Yang shook his head and then nodded. He waved the branch around in the air, gesturing at something.
Nan Fei was puzzled. “What does that mean?” As she spoke, she kept her gaze fixed on Jiang Yang’s eyes. Under careful scrutiny, she noticed a brief glimpse of helplessness in his clear eyes.
Nan Fei was dumbstruck. Had she seen it wrong? Why would he feel helpless?
Could it be that he thought his sister was too dumb, thus resulting in his helplessness?
The more she thought about it, the more amused she was. And the happier she felt. Regardless of the actual case, she chose to interpret it this way.
Her little brother was really so smart! It must be that they were the slow ones, failing to understand his mind, and not catching up with his pace, which led them to erroneously believe he was dim-witted.
In reality, it was they who were slow, not her little brother.