CHAPTER 216: CHAPTER 216: MY GRANDDAUGHTER

Upon reaching the school entrance, sure enough, Jiang Kechu was already waiting there, in a black, ordinary sedan.

Wan Chu’er pulled open the passenger seat door and got in.

"Just now, that Zheng Yun came looking for me again, giving me a half-hearted apology letter."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Kechu’s face darkened, and he asked, "Did she give you any trouble?"

"I managed to retort so well she couldn’t respond. If it weren’t for the fact that I was in a hurry to find you, plus her coming up with this so-called apology letter, I might have punched her to let off some steam."

"But I guess it’s hard on her too. You don’t know how arrogant Zheng Yun was when I ran into Mai Qiqi and Jiang Xiaoxiao that day. For her to give me this apology letter, she must be choking with indignation, haha."

Jiang Kechu let out a sigh of relief, stroked her hair, and said:

"Don’t worry, I’ve already made some calls about the school matter. As for your ’Outstanding College Student’ nomination, it might not be possible this year, but the school said they will give you priority next year. Your scholarship definitely won’t be affected."

Wan Chu’er giggled and couldn’t resist giving Jiang Kechu a kiss on the face.

"Uncle Jiang, how are you so well-connected? You even know the leaders of our school."

Jiang Kechu stroked her soft hair and replied, "That’s why you shouldn’t act rashly and struggle on your own in the future. I’ll always find a way to solve problems for you. Don’t forget, I grew up in Beijing. This is my home ground, and it’s much more convenient for me to handle things here than it is for you."

"I know, I know," Wan Chu’er nodded hastily like a pecking chick.

Jiang Kechu sure loved to preach.

Seeing her like this, Jiang Kechu shook his head with a smile.

"Anything in particular you want to eat?"

Wan Chu’er: "Anything is fine, I’ll eat whatever Uncle Jiang treats me to."

Half an hour later, the two arrived at a high-end Western restaurant.

Once the food was served, Wan Chu’er couldn’t help but recall the time An Gang had treated her to Western cuisine; it had been a long time since she saw An Gang, and she wondered how he was doing.

After the meal, Jiang Kechu took Wan Chu’er to a nearby shopping mall.

Seeing Jiang Kechu’s determination to shop till they dropped, Wan Chu’er blinked and said, "Uncle Jiang, I don’t lack clothes, though."

Jiang Kechu looked at the dress she was wearing, apparently one that Xiao Bai had bought for Wan Chu’er.

It was such an eyesore!

"You’re my girlfriend; how can you wear clothes bought by another man?"

Wan Chu’er looked down at her dress, speechlessly replying, "It’s not another man, it’s my Second Brother."

"Still not acceptable. It bothers me."

Seldom did Jiang Kechu act so domineering in front of her. Wan Chu’er had no choice but to obediently nod.

On the one hand, Jiang Kechu kept shopping non-stop with Wan Chu’er.

On the other hand, Old Sir Zhong finally received the investigation results from Wutong County.

Old Sir Zhong stared at the fax machine as the paper slowly came out, his heart burning with impatience.

"Li Shan, why is this machine so slow?"

Li Shan wiped the sweat from his forehead. In just a short while, the old master had asked several times already, putting him under a lot of pressure.

Finally, a sheet of paper came out completely. Old Sir Zhong didn’t wait for Li Shan to take it; he grabbed it himself.

Li Shan: "..."

The fax machine continued its task, with two more sheets to come.

Old Sir Zhong put on his reading glasses and carefully read the content.

What?

Zhenzhu was actually kicked out by the Bai Family along with her daughter!

Seeing this line, Old Sir Zhong became infuriated. He patiently continued to read.

Zhenzhu was such a good person, yet the Bai Family didn’t know how to cherish her and even ousted her.

Li Shan stood in front of the fax machine, waiting for the remaining documents, when suddenly Old Sir Zhong shouted at him loudly.

"Li Shan, quick! Bring me Wan Chu’er’s file."

Li Shan thought something serious had happened, "Don’t panic, you can’t be in a hurry."

"Go get Wan Chu’er’s file quickly!"

Li Shan dared not to dally any longer, rushing to the bookcase, he opened a drawer and took it out.

Old Sir Zhong’s hands trembled, and in his haste and disarray, he pulled out the documents, searching for the page that introduced Wan Chu’er’s mother.

Bai Zhixi, born June 1960.

He remembered, the thing he did to Zhenzhu happened in August ’59, which would be ten months.

Suddenly, Old Sir Zhong’s mind went blank, he couldn’t hear Li Shan’s anxious voice.

After a long while, he finally came back to his senses and realized he was lying in bed, with Li Shan making a phone call.

"Li Shan, no need to call, I’m fine."

Li Shan took a careful look at the old master, obediently hanging up the phone.

"What happened to you just now, your eyes were so wide open, yet there was no reaction at all, are you sure we don’t need Doctor Gao to come?"

"No need." Old Sir Zhong said in a deep voice: "Give me the documents you passed over."

After the fierce shock he had just experienced, Old Sir Zhong’s emotions had calmed a great deal.

He carefully read each word on the thin three pages of paper, imagining Zhenzhu’s hardships and resolve at the time.

Zhenzhu had actually given birth to a daughter for him, and yet he had been clueless.

Daughter, daughter...

He had never seen his daughter, and she was already gone.

Silly Zhenzhu, as a woman alone with a daughter, penniless and thrown out, how difficult those days must have been. Why didn’t she come to find me?

Zhenzhu must have hated me, she must have hated how I ruined her life.

Being so stubborn, life must have been hard for her; otherwise, why would she have passed away so early?

Old Sir Zhong felt an extreme pain in his heart.

Li Shan shockingly watched a tear slide from the corner of Old Sir Zhong’s eye and was somewhat at a loss.

What exactly was wrong with the old master? What did the things in those documents have to do with the old master?

The old master wiped away the tear with his hand and continued to read the paper in his hand.

After a while, the old master carefully folded the three pages of paper in his hand and handed them to Li Shan.

"Wan Chu’er is my granddaughter."

Li Shan: "...What did you say, sir?"

He couldn’t understand what the old master was saying.

Old Sir Zhong’s eyes suddenly became piercing, and he straightened up; the whole person seemed rejuvenated, suddenly bursting with vitality.

"Wan Chu’er is my granddaughter, that child has suffered a lot, and will never have to suffer again.

I, Zhong Xiaotian’s granddaughter, will never be alone again, and I will no longer be a lone old man; we, grandparent and grandchild, will live well."

He wanted to make up for the debts to Zhenzhu and his daughter, letting Chuchu live unrestrainedly.

No wonder he felt an affinity for that child the first time he saw her; it turns out it was a blood relation, indeed, blood ties cannot be severed.

Old Sir Zhong thought of Wan Chu’er, the more he thought, the more he felt she looked like Zhenzhu, and the more he realized Wan Chu’er’s temperament was like his.

Both so defiant and stubborn.

He recalled the words once imparted to Wan Chu’er: The rigid are easy to break.

Bullshit!

His granddaughter can be as assertive as she wants from now on!

Li Shan finally came to a realization on the side, somewhat incredulous about what was happening before him.

The old master actually had a relative, and it was Wan Chu’er!

Wan Chu’er was actually the old master’s granddaughter!

Seeing the old master suddenly brimming with a vibrant spirit, he felt it was good, that Wan Chu’er was the old master’s granddaughter was a good thing.