Little One Tears the Villain’s Script

“Host, she cried until she hiccupped!”

“Host, she is so hungry that her stomach is growling, but she still refuses to eat because of her anger!”

“Host, no one has coaxed her yet!”

Jiang Xiaoman sighed leisurely, “She looks very powerful, but I didn’t expect her mind to be more fragile than Zhang Xinhua.”

Just this much and she already cried, threw a tantrum and refused to eat.

Jiang Xiaoman suddenly felt that there was no meaning at all.

The system was silent for a while and said, “Host, not all children are like you…”

Going through their rebellious period early and getting polished by life to become extremely strong.

“Not as smart as me?”

“Yes! Host is really the smartest host I’ve ever served! There is no one smarter than you under the heavens!” The system’s way of flattering had not changed over the ten years. The only thing that had changed was the tone. It was more flattering, and used more exclamation points.

“So smart host, when are you going to find the murderer? We are here with a mission!”

Jiang Xiaoman didn’t speak, because she didn’t have a clue either.

She was not a doctor; how could she know the cause of a person’s illness? And she had seen her grandfather’s medical report; there was no fatal problem.

She couldn’t figure out the reason.

The illness came so inexplicably, it was just as inexplicable as her “Absolute Terminal Illness” card.

Jiang Xiaoman puffed her cheeks and decided to sleep first.

The system was in a hurry and thought about it for a while. In order to urge its host to work, it took the initiative to create a countdown for Jiang Xiaoman; the countdown for grandpa’s life span was 54 days left.

Jiang Xiaoman immediately shuddered, finding this to be a very powerful attack. She sat up and read a book all night.

System: “……”

Jiang Xiaoman: “Reading makes people wise.”

“But it doesn’t seem to be useful for the mission.”

“This is a medical book. My ability is limited, but the knowledge of professionals can be used for reference.”

“Do you understand them?”

“I don’t, so I’m just going to sleep.”

Liang Siyu was also tossing and turning, unable to sleep. She got up in the middle of the night and called Liang Yuanqing.

Liang Yuanqing was in the company, but he hadn’t slept either, and the call quickly connected.

“What’s wrong?” Liang Yuanqing was so irritated that his right eyelid kept twitching for the past two days, like something bad was happening.

He was depressed and irritable.

“Dad.” Liang Siyu cried, “Why haven’t you gone home yet? Sooner or later, this family will be surnamed Jiang.”

Speaking of Jiang Xiaoman, this was the knot on the father and daughter pair’s heart. When she mentioned her, Liang Yuanqing’s brows knit even tighter.

“What’s wrong?” Liang Yuanqing’s first reaction was that Jiang Xiaoman had spoken ill about him. Although he had made an agreement with his assistant and that matter would not be exposed, and also prepared the excuses to cover up, but he couldn’t prevent Jiang Xiaoman from ratting him out.

“Did she speak ill of me?” Liang Yuanqing’s blood surged.

“She spoke ill of me!” Liang Siyu couldn’t help rolling her eyes and continued to cry, “She actually quipped at me, and Mom didn’t speak up for me.”

Liang Yuanqing was silent for a while, pinched his brows, and said earnestly, “Siyu, your mother is partial to her at the moment, don’t fight her now.”

“Then should I just continue being wronged?”

“Listen to Dad.”

Liang Siyu responded in a dull voice. She got no useful information so she could only hang up the phone, but she suddenly remembered something, “Dad, Mom said that they would invite the Jiang family to be guests at home. Even Grandpa is coming back; the whole family will receive them.”

This was what she overheard Wen Hui say just now.

Liang Siyu lost her temper. She originally wanted to see if her mother would coax her, but when she heard this, she became even more depressed.

“Okay, I understand.” Liang Yuanqing’s brows were knit so closely that they could practically squeeze a fly to death.

After thinking for a moment, he took his coat from the chair and went home the same night.

He couldn’t just stand by and watch.

If Jiang Xing and Jiang Xiumei both came, it would be extremely unfavorable to him. And the old man was also coming back, which was even more disadvantageous. He had to find a way to stop it.

…

Liang Yuanqing couldn’t stop it.

The next day, Old Master Wen returned from the hospital. The whole family gathered and prepared a sumptuous feast to entertain Jiang Xing and Jiang Xiumei.

It could be seen that he took the people of the Jiang family very seriously.

The old man was very energetic, not looking like a sick person at all.

… Perhaps it was the last spurt before death?

Liang Yuanqing frowned, thinking that this should be considered a good thing. He personally stepped forward, pushed the old man’s wheelchair, and accompanied him to chat.

“Dad, don’t get too busy for now. You’re not in good health, just wait with peace of mind. If we couldn’t even handle something like this, we’ll be too ashamed to see you.”

The old man glanced at him, “If you could’ve handled this well before, this old man wouldn’t have had to worry about it.”

He couldn’t wait in peace at all.

Liang Yuanqing was scolded, so he could only smile and say, “Dad, I didn’t mean that. I have met the Jiang family before, and I am familiar with them. How about this, I’ll take charge of the reception, and you can rest first, Dad.”

“No, I have to meet them in person. They are the benefactors who raised Xiaoman, and we must not treat them lightly.”

Mr. Wen insisted, so Liang Yuanqing had no choice but to let him go.

Soon, Jiang Xing and Jiang Xiumei arrived.