Rebirth: He Decides Chapter 242 - 242 239 A Call from a Stranger (Second Update)

??Chapter 242: Chapter 239: A Call from a Stranger (Second Update)

Chapter 242: Chapter 239: A Call from a Stranger (Second Update)

Mu Jiawen was never a talkative person. Even when going upstairs with Zhu Jin, she didn’t ask what had just happened.

But Zhu Jin now regretted it. She shouldn’t have lost her temper. What was the point of saying those things?

“Jiajia, you… could you tell Yu Hang for ,” she said, “just tell him I was only angry because he didn’t look for

during the National Day when he ca over. He probably saw that Jiang Yan, you, and Zhu Zhen were all not around, so he finally just went back ho… Forget it, never mind, it doesn’t matter.”

With her head hanging low, Zhu Jin dejectedly returned to the dormitory.

Standing at the third-floor staircase, Mu Jiawen was confused. So should she say it or not?

Forget it, let Jiang Yan decide.

After telling Jiang Yan about it, Mu Jiawen imdiately put it out of her mind and didn’t worry about it anymore.

…

With New Year’s Day past, final exams were fast approaching.

Exams at Beijing University were very strict, and almost no one dared to cheat. If discovered, they would be imdiately expelled.

Therefore, the ti before exams was the period with the heaviest study atmosphere of the sester.

Professor Li gave Mu Jiawen a lot of review materials, and finally, she managed to get two paintings from her.

Huangfu Yun was very envious, but Mu Jiawen wouldn’t paint anymore. Her reason was crystal clear: finals were coming up, and she had no ti.

Soon after the exams ended, their first winter vacation in college was about to begin.

“Here, for grandmother.”

Before leaving, Mu Jiawen handed a long box containing traditional Chinese paintings to Liang Yujun.

“You painted this? Thank you, Jiawen!”

Liang Yujun hugged her in surprise, about to open the box to see the painting when her phone rang. She quickly answered, “Uncle Wang, you’re here? …Okay, I’ll co out now.”

A colleague of her father from work had recently been on a business trip to Beijing, and today they were returning. Liang Yujun was hitching a ride back with him.

In a hurry, she placed the painting into her suitcase, slung her backpack, and bid farewell to everyone, “Sisters, see you next year!”

After blowing a few kisses, she dashed off.

Mu Jiawen opened her mouth to say sothing but swallowed her words back. She blinked helplessly. Never mind, when Yujun opened the painting and saw the signature and the seal in the bottom right corner, she would understand.

She turned to help Ding Yuanyuan pack her luggage. The latter had accidentally scalded her left hand with hot water last night. Although it wasn’t very serious, a few blisters were right at the gaps between her fingers. Even after bursting and applying dicine, any movent of the left hand still hurt.

“Can you manage to take the train in this condition?”

Mu Jiawen wanted to persuade her to wait a few more days until her hand was better before leaving, but now was the ti when train tickets were scarce. If delayed by a few days, there would either be no tickets or no seats available.

It was a tough situation.

“Don’t worry, the dicine my second brother gave is really good. It doesn’t hurt at all when I put it on,” said Ding Yuanyuan, and then, with a mischievous smile, she turned to Sha Yali, “They say taking the train is a great way to bond. Yali, be careful not to let my relative take advantage of you.”

“You better watch your own hooves,” Sha Yali rolled her eyes at her and joined Mu Jiawen in escorting her to the train station.

The next day, after Sha Yali had also left, Mu Jiawen, carrying a simple backpack, went ho.

But before going ho, she had to make a detour to Xinyu.

It had been a while since her last visit, after falling ill the previous ti.

Old Master Liu sold his house and shop to Jiang Yan and Jiajia, and Mu Jiawen knew about this.

Although the property was considered to belong to both of them, the deed was in Jiajia’s na, because Jiang Yan said that if he were to buy a house, he would definitely want the first one to be in her na.

Is this… really that important?

Mu Jiawen didn’t quite understand, but it didn’t matter, after all, she took what Jiang Yan gave her; ultimately it was still theirs together.

A month had passed since Old Master Liu’s back was injured, and he had recovered quite a bit. Now, he was standing down in the computer shop, chatting with Old Master Cheng.

Jiang Yan was setting up a computer, his backpack placed on the sofa inside. Today, he was going to return to the Mu Family ho, just like Mu Jiawen.

A couple of days after the school vacation started, Mu Chenyan had called him. Knowing that he did not plan to return to Yunzhou, she promptly invited him to stay at her place.

Jiang Yan did not refuse. After all, wherever Jiajia was, that was where he would be, and even if he didn’t stay at the Mu Family’s ho, there was a room for him at Xinyu’s place.

After the university winter break started, business at the computer shop beca much quieter, and sotis Jiang Yan didn’t even need to co by; Jiajia could handle everything on his own.

Finally having so free ti, Jiang Yan and Mu Jiawen sotis went out shopping or to the movies. He thought that he would spend this winter break leisurely in Beijing until, a week before the Spring Festival, he got a call from a stranger—

“Hello, may I speak with Jiang Yan?”

“This is he, who is this?”

“This is from Yunzhou Prison. Your father, Jiang Fengwei, has been severely injured in a sudden accident. We hope you can co as soon as possible to see him one last ti.”

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Yan couldn’t react for a long ti.

As for why the prison guard had his phone number, it wasn’t hard to guess. His instructor had his mobile number, and the school could easily obtain the instructor’s phone number.

What baffled him was the severe injuries Jiang Fengwei had sustained—this had not happened in his previous life. Even up to the mont of his death, Jiang Fengwei had been alive and well in prison.

So, what was this sudden accident?

Jiang Yan had to return to Yunzhou, and both Mu Jiawen and Jiajia wanted to accompany him, but he refused them.

Jiajia was going to follow Yu Heng and the others back to Jade City for the ancestral rites before the New Year, and since she had just started to recover, he didn’t want her to tire herself out with a long journey.

Old Master Liu’s back wasn’t fully healed, so it was best for Jiajia to stay and take care of him.

“It’s just a visit, and I’ll be back in a few days. Don’t worry,” Jiang Yan said as he said goodbye to the two at the train station and turned to weave through the crowded green train.

After eight hours of crowding and jostling, Jiang Yan finally arrived at Yunzhou train station at four in the afternoon.

Without delay, he took a taxi straight to the Third People’s Hospital, the closest to Yunzhou Prison.

The prison officer had said yesterday on the phone that his father was in the intensive care unit. After asking the nurse, Jiang Yan took the elevator to the eighth floor.

Outside the intensive care unit, two uniford policen sat and stood. Not far from them, on a chair, sat Jiang Yan’s uncle.

At the sound of the elevator’s “ding,” all three turned their heads.

Seeing the tall figure erge from the elevator, Jiang Yan’s uncle suddenly stood up and waved, calling out, “Xiaoyan, over here.”

Jiang Yan hadn’t expected his uncle to be here. After all, Jiang Fengwei had no value left to exploit. Did he co solely to say a final goodbye?

Jiang Yan glanced indifferently at his uncle without acknowledging him.

He directly introduced himself to the prison guards, “Hello, I’m Jiang Yan.” He paused then added, “Jiang Fengwei’s son. May I ask how he is doing right now? What accident did you ntion on the phone?”

The two prison guards exchanged glances; one of them spoke, “We can’t disclose the specifics of the accident, but what we can tell you is that your father was brave. In his attempt to seize public property and save soone, he was impaled through the chest by a steel rod. Doctors perford surgery on him yesterday, but the outco isn’t very promising. If he doesn’t wake up tonight, he may… please accept our condolences.”