Chapter 16: Jiang Li Contemplates Jumping

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Upon hearing Chen Shaojie’s words, Jiang Li clenched her fists and charged forward wildly, punching and kicking as if fighting for her life. Chen Shaojie howled in pain from the blows. “Fine, woman! A shrew like you deserves to never see your daughter again—not even her corpse.”

After saying this, Chen Shaojie fled in a panic. Jiang Li collapsed onto the ground, her face drained of hope.

A doctor approached and gently urged, “Madam, please accept my condolences.”

Clutching her daughter’s clothing tightly, Jiang Li’s face twisted with heart-wrenching agony. Finally, she broke down into uncontrollable sobs.

“How could this happen? Youyou, my daughter, how could this be? Wuwu!”

Her cries tore through her soul.

“No, it can’t be like this. Daughter, I refuse to believe Youyou has left me. I won’t believe it!”

She scrambled to her feet and rushed into the operating room, only to find it empty—no sign of Youyou anywhere.

Worried, Jiang Li searched every room in the hospital. Just moments ago, a young boy had been wheeled out.

Even if Chen Shaojie had donated Youyou’s body, it wouldn’t have gone far.

No, she had to retrieve Youyou—if only the body—she would never let anyone take her daughter away.

Ignoring the dirt on her clothes and the bruises from falling several times, Jiang Li pushed her aching body onward, searching for any trace of Youyou.

“Youyou!” The cry was the desperate calm of a mother on the brink of collapse, her last stubborn defiance.

She searched every nook and cranny of the hospital, so distraught she didn’t even notice when her shoes slipped off.

At the hospital’s main entrance, the large screen displayed a live broadcast of Jiang Jin Xiu’s memorial service.

“Approaching now is the deceased Jiang Jin Xiu’s cousin, Jiang Jin Tao. Beside him are his wife, Xie Yu, and his fiancé Qin Mu.”

“Qin Mu!” Upon hearing the name, Jiang Li glared fiercely at the big screen.

Her clenched fists dug into her flesh without her noticing; all she knew was that if she couldn’t find her daughter, she would hate Qin Mu for the rest of her life.

Jiang Li stared at the screen with a bloodthirsty gleam in her eyes.

“The three, with sorrowful expressions, bid the deceased their final farewell...”

“Big brother, why did you leave so early? You were only fifty-one—how could you be gone like this? What will happen to Jiang Group without you? How can uncle possibly carry on?”

Jiang Jin Tao was inconsolable as he placed flowers before Jiang Jin Xiu’s portrait, weeping bitterly.

At this moment, the elderly Jiang Zhenting was trembling, wiping tears as he gazed mournfully at the portraits of his son, daughter-in-law, and grandson.

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Qin Mu hurried forward to steady the old man, whispering comfortingly, “Grandfather Jiang, please accept our condolences. Jiang Group still needs your leadership. The head housekeeper hasn’t even found the young lady of the Jiang family yet—you must stay strong.”

Jiang Zhenting patted Qin Mu’s hand, “How can I stay strong? Overnight, I lost three dearly beloved family members! How can I stay strong?”

Jiang Li sneered coldly, “Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous. Qin Mu, do you treat human life as if it means nothing? Three relatives dead, and you expect calm? No wonder you helped Jiang Xue harm my daughter for your own son. Qin Mu, how can you be so cruel?”

With this thought, Jiang Li rushed to the service desk, removing a bracelet from her wrist and placing it on the counter. “Nurse, may I borrow your phone? This bracelet is for you.”

The nurse shuddered in fear at the sight of Jiang Li—disheveled and pitiful.

Handing over the phone, the nurse watched as Jiang Li dialed a deeply buried number.

On the big screen, Qin Mu answered, “Hello?”

“Qin Mu, you’re something else. To save your son, you really schemed well. Aren’t you afraid that my Youyou might also be your child? Don’t forget, a stranger took my first time. And in those three months, how many times did you do it to me? Qin Mu, I hate you. I’m just a commoner who can’t seek revenge this lifetime, but if I become a vengeful ghost, I’ll make sure you die without a grave.”

“I think you’ve gone mad, Jiang Li—” Before Qin Mu could finish, Jiang Li hung up abruptly.

Wiping tears fiercely from her face, she dialed Chen Shaojie’s number next.

“Hello, who is this?”

“Chen Shaojie, doesn’t your heart ache? Youyou was so young. Aren’t you afraid of ghosts at midnight? Aren’t you afraid of retribution?”

“Jiang Li, you won’t find me. I’ve quit Qin Group. I have plenty of money. Don’t even try to find me. Your daughter is dead anyway. I made a million for myself. Now I can live in luxury. Who cares who you are?”

“Chen Shaojie! Where is my mother? Where did you put her? You murderer! You’ll get your comeuppance. You’ll die a miserable death!”

“Bitch, go ahead and curse. I’m a millionaire now. As for your mother, she’s worthless. I couldn’t be bothered to watch her at midnight. Whether she’s dead or alive, it’s none of my concern. And if you want a divorce from Qin Mu, save yourself the trouble. He won’t want you; he has Jiang Xue. Of course, if you want a divorce, it can’t be free. I want ten million as a settlement, or no deal.”

Upon hearing this, Jiang Li smiled coldly.

“Is that so? Ten million? Why don’t you just steal it? But you won’t get the money—you’ll be looking at my corpse tomorrow.”

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Jiang Li ended the call, watching an ambulance roar past the hospital entrance.

She gave a bitter laugh. Her final call would be to Jiang Xue.

The call connected, and Jiang Xue’s arrogant voice came through, “Who is this?”

“I’m Jiang Li.”

Her voice was icy, tinged with a fearless resolve. Jiang Xue’s impatience was audible, “Jiang Li, are you annoying or what? Although your daughter donated a kidney to my son, Chen Shaojie agreed. Stop haunting us, alright?”

Jiang Li took a deep breath, her pale face burning with rage. “Haunting you? Jiang Xue, you, Qin Mu, and Chen Shaojie planned this together, didn’t you? First imprisoning me and my mother, then taking my daughter. You killed Youyou. You will be punished; you will die miserable deaths!”

Through gritted teeth, Jiang Li’s eyes were bloodshot.

“Why all the ghostly wailing? Your daughter had a heart condition and was going to die anyway—why be so stingy? Besides, I gave money, didn’t I?”

“Money? Jiang Xue, can you tell me the truth? Was Chairman Qin’s car accident your design?”

“Nonsense!”

“Then who was the man who took my virginity? Jiang Xue, tell me. And the twins I was carrying—did you deliberately cause me to fall and hemorrhage?”

“Shut up! Jiang Li, stop slandering me! If you want the truth, then go die. Only as a ghost will you know everything.”

The call ended. Her phone slipped from her hand as she, a pitiful sight, climbed the hospital’s stairs step by step.

Muttering to herself, “Only in death can I see Youyou again, my Youyou.”

She reached the top floor—the sixteenth floor—a fitting height.

At least if she jumped, her pain would end—and she would know all the truth.

“Heaven, I’m going to die. In the next life, please grant me a chance for vengeance, will you?”

Having said this, Jiang Li spread her arms, ready to leap to her death.

Suddenly, a voice called out from behind, “Wait, Miss Jiang Li, I finally found you.”