Chapter 11: That Person Wishes He Were Dead
The moonlight outside was covered by dark clouds. It was terrifyingly gloomy, and the room suddenly became pitch black.
The fear in Jian An’s heart was instantly magnified by the darkness. He immediately stood up and turned on all the lights around him.
The moment those beams of light hit his body, he finally felt a sense of peace and warmth he had never experienced before.
The medicine bottles on the bedside table were askew. Jian An rubbed his dazed eyes forcefully, then put the pills that had accidentally spilled out back into the bottles bit by bit.
He took out several empty candy jars he had kept for a long time from a drawer and tirelessly poured the medicine into the small jars.
At least the next time he took medicine, he could look at the candy jars and deceive himself into thinking it wasn’t too bitter.
The phone on the table suddenly rang. The caller ID showed “Mom.”
She’s calling this late… is it because she lost everything gambling again?
Jian An froze. It was quite a while before he answered.
Zhou Manxiang’s cursing voice came from the other end: “You little brat, has your liver grown fat? You dare not answer your old lady’s call? Hurry up and transfer 500,000 to my card!”
It was exactly as he had expected.
This so-called mother only thought of her son when she was out of money. The first thing she did wasn’t to ask about him, but to curse him and demand money.
She had never truly cared for him.
Even a simple question about how he had been lately was an unrealistic dream for him.
Sometimes Jian An wondered if he was actually Zhou Manxiang’s biological son.
If he was, why had he not felt a shred of familial affection after all these years?
Clearly, his mother’s attitude had always been this way for over twenty years, but tonight he felt exceptionally heartbroken.
Perhaps it was as Ji Songting said—since he got sick, he really was getting more and more dramatic.
Jian An shook his head forcefully, throwing those unrealistic thoughts away.
Seeing her son remain silent for a long time for the first time, Zhou Manxiang grew anxious. She raised her voice and roared:
“Hello? Are you dead? Did you hear me?!”
Jian An looked down at the candy jar in his hand. He felt terrible, yet he still spoke tentatively:
“Mom, I’ve already transferred all the salary I saved over the years to you. Lately, because I’m sick… I haven’t been going to work much. I don’t have much money left.”
But Zhou Manxiang was selectively deaf to the word “sick.” She continued her accusation relentlessly:
“Your old lady raised you with so much hardship for all these years, and I’ve raised an ungrateful wolf! If it weren’t for me, would you have been able to move into the Ji family so grandly?”
She felt her momentum wasn’t enough and continued to yell:
“The Ji family is rich and powerful, as good as a gold nest! Even a piece of paper on the floor is worth ten million! You actually dare to tell me you have no money? I think you just don’t want to give it to me! I’m going to go to court and sue you for not supporting your old mother! I’ll make you go to jail!”
Jian An just sat there quietly. His eyes, as dull as a dead fish’s, showed no ripples. He was like a lifeless puppet—no emotion, no soul.
The Ji family was indeed rich and powerful. They sat atop the entire business circle of Yao City and were one of the three most elite financial magnates in the business world.
It was precisely because of this that the money-obsessed Zhou Manxiang had used every possible means to get Jian Hantian (Chairman of the Jian Group) to agree to a marriage alliance between Jian An and the Ji family.
As it happened, Jian Hantian had long heard that the Young Master of the Ji family was moody and ruthless. He didn’t want his precious daughter, the tycoon’s heiress Jian Tangli, to suffer by marrying Ji Songting.
Although Zhou Manxiang had relied on her schemes and looks to cling to Jian Hantian, she didn’t dare to continue swindling money because she had once been beaten half to death by his legal wife’s hired thugs. That was why she needed Jian An as a “money tree” to support her squandering.
In the end, Jian An was just a toy to be called upon when needed and discarded when not.
Everyone said he was a crow that had flown onto a branch to become a phoenix, enjoying glory and wealth as the CEO’s wife.
But how could those people know that in three years of marriage, he had never reached out to Ji Songting for a single cent? All his expenses over the years were earned through his own hard work.
But no matter how much he pinched and saved, it could not withstand Zhou Manxiang’s insatiable greed.
He was like a migratory bird with broken wings, locked in this dark, lightless cage with nowhere to run.
After a long time, Jian An finally spoke amidst a flurry of ugly curses. His voice was so dry it lacked any emotion:
“Mom, I only have a final 100,000 left. I’ll transfer it all to you later. Don’t gamble anymore, I’m begging you…”
Zhou Manxiang: “What?! Only 100,000! How is that enough for me to play with? You useless thing—go ask your husband for it! He’s so rich, wouldn’t he give some to you?”
“Beep—beep—beep—”
As soon as she finished speaking, Jian An hung up without hesitation and transferred the 100,000 yuan in his card.
This was the first time in his life he had hung up on his mother. But he knew in his heart that Zhou Manxiang would not be satisfied with that 100,000; she would only demand more money even more aggressively.
After buying the medicine, he truly didn’t have a cent left…
After transferring the money, Jian An immediately turned off his phone. He was afraid that if he heard Zhou Manxiang’s complaints, he would soften his heart.
A crescent moon hung high in the sky, and the distant, neon-lit city was reflected in alluring light and shadow.
The breeze on the balcony brushed softly against his ear with a hint of chill, lifting a strand of hair on his forehead to flutter gently.
Everything felt so noisy yet so lonely.
Jian An leaned against the railing in a drunken haze. Those clear and gentle peach-blossom eyes had long lost their former brilliance, becoming dull and lifeless.
If I suddenly leave this world one day, and Mom has no one to get money from, what will she do?
Perhaps in his remaining days, he should earn a good amount for an inheritance. That way, Zhou Manxiang could live with some dignity.
As for Ji Songting… will he be sad?
Inexplicably thinking of this question, Jian An let out an imperceptible sigh and gave a self-deprecating smile.
Probably not. That person wishes I were dead.
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