Monopolize My Mysterious Wife

Chapter 353 - 353 339 Old Mister An is hospitalized (3000)_2

?Chapter 353: 339, Old Mister An is hospitalized (3000)_2 Chapter 353: 339, Old Mister An is hospitalized (3000)_2 With An Man being sent to prison, everyone, apart from the elderly patriarch, harbored resentment towards Jian Qing.

If a dispute were to erupt later, it would be a problem.

“Second master, why don’t you guys go home first? The doctor said the old master isn’t in serious condition. He’s expected to wake up soon,” the butler suggested to the nearest An Chong.

“No need, we will go home after grandfather is awake,” An Chong responded with a deep voice.

Yang Xiang scoffed, her voice full of sarcasm as she said, “Even though the old master is hospitalized, Jian Qing still hasn’t come to visit. She’s a thankless wretch indeed. I wonder why the old master can’t see her true face.”

As soon as she said this, An Zhonghui frowned deeply, warning, “Yang Xiang.”

Considering the current condition of the old master, he was advised by the doctor not to get angry.

“Father, Xiangxiang hasn’t said anything wrong, just look, Jian Qing hasn’t even shown her face,” An Rong said discontentedly.

“Miss Jian simply does not know about the hospitalization of the old master,” Aqiu chimed in to explain.

“Enough, no more arguments here,” An Zhonghui said sternly, his face darkening.

Once he spoke up, the ward became quiet again.

After a while, a weak voice could be heard; it was hoarse.

“Aqiu.”

Aqiu, delighted, quickly walked up to the bedside, followed by An Zhongui and others.

“Old master, you’re awake. Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?” Aqiu quickly asked.

Shortly after, An Zhonghui asked anxiously, “Father, how are you feeling?”

An Yun pressed the bell on the bedside to call for the doctor’s attention.

The elderly master of An family struggled to open his eyes, a sickly pallor spread across his face.

His eyes scanned the group by his bedside, but didn’t find the person he most wanted to see, disappointment flashing deep in his eyes.

At this moment, the doctor arrived.

“Excuse me, please.”

Everyone stepped back to create space for the doctor to examine the old master.

“There’s nothing seriously wrong, but it would be better if he stayed in the hospital for a couple of days to rest and observe. If he is all good in a few days, he can be discharged,” the doctor said.

“Considering the patient’s old age and his multiple chronic diseases, he suddenly fainted due to his over-worries and heart congestion recently. Be careful next time.”

“Thank you, doctor,” Aqiu said.

The doctor shook his head, “No need. I’ll be outside. Call me if anything comes up.”

As soon as the doctor left, An Zhonghui and others swarmed again.

“It’s all Jian Qing’s fault. If it hadn’t been for the mess she caused, grandfather wouldn’t have been over-worried and suddenly fainted,” An Rong immediately blamed Jian Qing as soon as the patriarch woke up.

“You all go home first. There’s no need to stay,” the patriarch said in a frail voice, frowning.

“Grandfather,” disgruntled, An Rong replied when the patriarch suggested they leave.

“Butler Aqiu, someone’s looking for you,” the voice of the bodyguard at the door echoed.

Upon seeing who it was, the expressions of those present changed slightly.

Aqiu smiled and quickly walked up to welcome the person in.

“Miss Jian, the old master was just asking for you.”

Jian Qing looked at the room full of people and walked in with a nonchalant expression.

Lying on the bed, the old master seemed delighted upon hearing that Jian Qing had arrived.

Noticing his reaction, the An family were even more discontented.

Could it really be that they all compared unfavorably to a single Jian Qing?

“Ah, speak of the devil and she appears,” An Rong, holding a grudge against Jian Qing for the previous incident at Shijin Haoting, said sarcastically.

“Hypocrite.”

The An family all remained silent; nobody intended to speak up for Jian Qing.

Jian Qing, seemingly unaffected by An Rong’s words, pulled over a chair and sat down beside the bed.

Her calm demeanor made An Rong feel as if she was punching into a pile of cotton, stabbing at herself with her words, unable to harm Jian Qing.

“Aqiu, tell them all to go home,” the old master said sternly.

Clearly, this “them” did not include Jian Qing.

Upon hearing these words, the faces of the An family members collectively changed, especially that of An Yu. Seeing the old master’s clear favoritism caused them great dissatisfaction.

“Father, take care of yourself. We will come to see you tomorrow,” An Zhonghui glanced complexly at Jian Qing and then at the patriarch.

The old master calmly responded. An Zhonghui then turned to leave.

“Let’s go.”

With his instruction, An Rong and the others, no matter how reluctant they were, had to follow him out of the room.

Once they left, the air in the ward seemed significantly fresher.

After a while, Jian Qing was the first to break the silence.

“What did the doctor say?”

The old master’s heart warmed at her concerned words, and a smile spread across his aged face.

“Nothing serious, just need a few days of rest.”

Jian Qing hummed in response. Her eyes fell on the patriarch’s pale face, feeling an inexplicable sense of distress.

“Take a good rest.”

The old master’s smile deepened, nodding repetitively, “Okay.”

Jian Qing lowered her eyes in silence.

“Miss Jian, could you please help me up?” the old master asked hoarsely.

Jian Qing stood up, reached out to help him, then grabbed a pillow and propped it behind him.

Leaning against the pillow, the old master looked at the woman sitting beside his bed.

“Miss Jian, if… ”
He hesitated, unable to complete his sentence.

Jian Qing lifted her eyes to meet his gaze, and calmly asked, “Do you want me to release An Man too?”

“No, not that.” The old master shook his head, hurriedly explaining.

“She did wrong and deserves her punishment. As I said before, you can do whatever you want.”

Jian Qing looked at him with clear eyes, asking, “Then what is it that you want to say?”

The old master hesitated for a moment before firming his resolve, “If you really are blood of our An family, what would you do?”

He knew she didn’t believe she held the family’s bloodline or that she wanted any connection with the An family.

But all of this had been arranged by fate; none of them had any control over it.

After a moment of silence, Jian Qing finally spoke, “I don’t know. But if I could, I hope I’m not.”

If they were proven to carry the An’s bloodline, wouldn’t that mean her and Luoluo’s father was An Chong?

Besides, her mother had told her, she and Luoluo were not An Chong’s children. She undoubtedly believed her mother would not lie to her.