Chapter 36
Jiang Yu left.
Again, she left without looking back.
He Wei felt inexplicably restless.
It seemed that ever since he came to Jiangcheng, things between them had always been like this.
He clearly wanted to make up with her.
But every time they spoke, they would end up arguing, and after every argument she would leave without a backward glance, as if it was the last time they would ever see each other.
And this time, it actually was.
He only found out Jiang Yu was sick several days later.
His mind was haunted by something his subordinate had let slip over lunch: “She’s a very capable person, but it’s a pity she got cancer at such a young age.”
When he heard that, his hands began to tremble unconsciously.
Cancer? Who?
Jiang Yu?
How could that be possible.
But the image of her with a nosebleed surfaced in his mind involuntarily.
If she wasn’t sick, why would she go to the hospital?
When did she resign? Why did he know nothing about it?
And why was she crying?
He Wei instinctively wanted to call her, but his number had already been blocked.
He felt some regret-if only he hadn’t been so absolute back then.
He forced himself to calm down, then had his subordinates try calling her one by one from different numbers.
But not a single call got through.
He was suddenly struck by the realization that if Jiang Yu was truly determined to cut all ties with him, he had no way to reach her at all.
This realization left him feeling defeated.
He staked out her door, thinking she might show up just like last time, dragging a suitcase, wearing a knitted hat, and pushing open the door.
But when the door opened, it wasn’t her who came out.
Jiang Yu had sold the place.
He didn’t want to think about what that meant.
They were siblings-blood relatives, real brother and sister. They were born with the closest bond, something that couldn’t be severed.
He comforted and deceived himself with this thought.
Until he accidentally saw the buyer’s son holding the little night light he had given Jiang Yu.
He had bought that night light at an auction.
At the time, he thought Jiang Yu would like such a gift.
She was afraid of the dark and liked things with flashy designs.
But she hadn’t taken the night light with her.
In fact, she had never even opened the packaging.
The new buyer said, a little embarrassed, “This looks expensive. We specifically asked the previous owner, but she said it wasn’t anything important and told us to just deal with it.”
His parents came out from the apartment across the hall: “She’s really determined to cut us off completely. Forget it, just let it go.”
He Wei was a little confused. “Why are you here?”
“We originally wanted to live closer, thinking that if we saw each other more, things might get better,” his father sighed. “Forget it, we tried our best. This child just can’t get close to us.”
He Wei didn’t know why he said that.
He just stared intently ahead, at the pile of trash the buyers had cleared out.
He asked, his voice hoarse, “Dad, do you remember what medicine Grandpa used to take before he passed away?”
His father, of course, remembered; that was his own father, and he had cared for him on his sickbed before he died.
“Why are you asking about that?”
He Wei didn’t answer, just rummaged through the pile of nondescript trash and pulled out a blister pack of pills with only two missing.
At that moment, they both had the same, clear thought.
Jiang Yu really was sick.
It was the same hereditary disease that took Grandpa away.
stomach cancer.
When he realized this, He Wei felt strangely numb.
He couldn’t connect the Jiang Yu who just days ago was still lively, crying and making a scene, with someone who was dying.
Instead, it was his father whose face turned pale, nearly unable to stand.
“What have I done, what have I done!”