Chapter 27: I’ve Been Waiting for This Day for a Long Time
Jiang Yu ate pig liver for both lunch and dinner, finally satisfying his craving. Knowing that Meng Yi was in a ward on the same floor, Jiang Yu hesitated all day but still didn’t go ask about it. He was afraid of hearing something infuriating and ending up fighting with Meng Yi—his waist couldn’t take it.
That evening, full and content, Jiang Yu held his phone and did his usual check on the entertainment industry.
Sure enough, someone else had climbed to the trending searches again today.
[Su Ming accepts fan gifts; the most expensive is a million-yuan watch.]
[Su Ming treats guests differently based on the value of fan gifts.]
[Su Ming throws away a water cup given by a fan of an artist surnamed L.]
[Su Ming’s illegitimate child exposed.]
[Su Ming keeps multiple young male lovers.]
[Su Ming is gay.]
…
The trending list was packed—Su Ming occupied almost all of it, directly sweeping the top ten. Jiang Yu only saw the tag “Leisure Life suspended” down at number twelve.
Who had he offended to have so much dirt exposed all at once? This was clearly an attempt to beat him to death with one stick.
Jiang Yu’s gossip-loving soul burned fiercely as he opened each item one by one. The content was extremely juicy.
There were photos, videos, witnesses, recordings—evidence flooding in from all sides, hammering Su Ming completely.
After half a lifetime in the entertainment industry, Su Ming’s image—both within the circle and on screen—had always been that of a considerate, kind senior. Who would have thought that in private he was so wild?
Su Ming’s downfall kept the entire internet buzzing for days. Jiang Yu spent his time eating, taking medicine, and enjoying gossip, living comfortably. After a week, his waist finally hurt less and he could move a bit more.
In the past few days, some material about Meng Yi framing Jiang Yu had also surfaced—photos and videos, many taken in the hospital.
Jiang Yu worried for a while, but those revelations were quickly dealt with, and then buried under Su Ming’s earth-shattering scandal without making a ripple. Jiang Yu guessed it was Han Cheng’s doing.
Cultivating a top star wasn’t easy. Meng Yi was a money tree—Han Cheng wouldn’t let him collapse so easily.
Although Jiang Yu loved gossip, he didn’t want to become gossip himself. After Meng Yi’s clarification, his reputation was decent again, and he didn’t want to become famous all over again.
This time, that dog of a man had finally done something right.
“It seems Meng Yi changed wards today. There’s no one looking after him, so he moved into a single room. I heard he hired a caregiver—Sister Bai has completely washed her hands of him,” Wang Huan said after going out to buy Jiang Yu a Coke.
Jiang Yu had been craving Coke for a long time, but Aunt Chen and the doctor both forbade it. Today Aunt Chen had gone to her son’s place for something, and Jiang Yu finally got to sneak a sip.
Wang Huan bought just one can. Jiang Yu gulped it down in a few swallows, then had Wang Huan throw it into the trash can in the hospital restroom to destroy the evidence.
“Wheel me over to see Meng Yi,” Jiang Yu said when Wang Huan returned. In the time it took to drink one can of Coke, Jiang Yu had made up his mind. Since they were in the same hospital anyway, he might as well go ask.
Otherwise, the matter would keep sticking in his heart, making him uncomfortable.
“Alright. If he dares to spout nonsense and you want to hit him, let me do it. I guarantee a few good slaps will knock out a mouthful of his teeth,” Wang Huan said through clenched teeth, clearly carrying some personal grudges.
Meng Yi’s ward was similar to Jiang Yu’s—almost like a complete small apartment, fully equipped.
After all, Meng Yi was a top star and not short of money. If Han Cheng hadn’t deliberately held him back these past few days, he would have moved into a single room long ago and wouldn’t have had to endure so much disturbance.
Meng Yi’s waist injury was more serious than Jiang Yu’s. He still could only lie flat on the bed.
Wang Huan wheeled Jiang Yu inside. Meng Yi was in the middle of losing his temper at the caregiving auntie.
“I told you I don’t eat meat. So why did you still buy chicken soup? Are you deliberately using my money to piss me off?”
“How can you be so unreasonable, young man?” the aunt snapped back. “You clearly said last night that you wanted to recover faster and asked me to buy something nutritious to supplement you. Besides, this is chicken soup—there’s no meat. I specifically picked the chicken out.”
“Picked it out? Then where’s the meat?”
“You don’t eat meat, so I threw it away,” the aunt said, a little guilty, her eyes darting around.
“Threw it away, or took it home for yourself? This isn’t the first time. You’re using my money to feed yourself. Do you think you can just fool me because I can’t move my waist? Get out of here right now. I’ll call your company and report you for stealing your employer’s food. I want a new caregiver!”
“You little brat, who are you calling a thief?” the aunt exploded. “You’re going to report me? Big deal—how much money do you even have, huh?
Having money hasn’t stopped you from being all alone—no one even comes to see you. You must be a universally hated piece of trash in real life.
I’m warning you: right now you need me for eating, drinking, shitting, and pissing. If you dare report me or fire me, I’ll break your legs into two pieces as well.
And then I’ll tell everyone you beat up your caregiver and refused to pay her. Let’s see who’ll take care of you then. You can shit the bed and no one will clean it for you. Go on—try reporting me.”
The woman glared, flung the rag in her hand at Meng Yi, planted her hands on her hips, and looked every bit like a ferocious shrew.
“Try touching him and see what happens,” Jiang Yu spoke up, holding up his phone and recording the woman’s abusive behavior.
Seeing a stranger, the aunt jumped in fright. She immediately dropped her hands from her hips. When she noticed the phone in Jiang Yu’s hand, panic flashed across her face. Pointing at Jiang Yu, she demanded, “What are you doing? What are you filming? This is a VIP ward—who let you in? Give me the phone and delete everything you just recorded!”
The aunt was on the heavy side. She charged over aggressively, trying to snatch Jiang Yu’s phone. Jiang Yu, stuck in a wheelchair and unable to move, felt a bit scared looking at her twisted, furious face.
Fortunately, Wang Huan was there.
“What are you doing!” Wang Huan snapped. Though only about 1.7 meters tall, he was still a head taller than the aunt, and with his solid build he looked imposing. He widened his eyes and roared, actually frightening the charging woman into stopping.
“This is a private ward. Get out! If you don’t leave, I—I—I’ll call security!” The aunt’s eyes were full of panic, yet she still craned her neck and blustered.
“Sure, go ahead and call security,” Wang Huan said. “And if security can’t handle it, you can call the police.”
Jiang Yu saved the video and shoved his phone into his pocket. Tilting his head from behind Wang Huan, he smiled cheerfully at the aunt and continued, “Or should I help you call security and the police?”
“You—” The aunt glanced at Wang Huan, figured she probably couldn’t beat him, clenched her teeth, turned around, grabbed her bag, and rushed out.
“Tch. I thought she was something special,” Wang Huan spat toward the direction she left, closed the door, then turned back to Jiang Yu. “Brother Yu, should we call the police? She might be a repeat offender. People like her being caregivers is just harmful.”
Jiang Yu looked at Meng Yi on the hospital bed and said with a smile, “That depends on the victim.” He took his phone out of his pocket, waved it at Meng Yi, and said, “I have evidence. Do you want it?”
“I thought you got kicked to death and that’s why you never came to see me,” Meng Yi sneered. His gloomy face bore none of the sunny-boy image he used to have.
Jiang Yu raised an eyebrow and continued to wave the phone. “The way you are now really isn’t likable. No wonder the aunt abused you.
Don’t worry—if you’re not dead yet, how could I leave first? Tell me why, and I’ll give you the evidence.”
“Even if you don’t give me the evidence, I’ll still tell you. I’ve been waiting for this day for a long time.”
“So you really hate me that much? Go on, then.”
