Chapter 68: Han Cheng’s Grandfather
The SUV that caused the accident didn’t flee. A young woman got out of the car, shaking like a leaf, crying even more miserably than Jiang Yu.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. I stepped on the gas instead of the brake.”
“You…” Jiang Yu was furious yet helpless. Where did these road menaces get the confidence to drive?
“You’re not going anywhere.” Aunt Chen grabbed the young woman and wouldn’t let her leave. The usually gentle elderly woman now looked ferocious, glaring at her.
“I’m not going anywhere. I didn’t run just now. I really didn’t do it on purpose.” The young woman was probably terrified too. She squatted beside Aunt Chen, leaning against her and wailing loudly, showing no fear of Aunt Chen’s anger. It almost looked like she was treating Aunt Chen as something to cling to.
Seeing the young woman like this, Jiang Yu couldn’t even bring himself to scold her. Aunt Chen also froze for a moment. She opened her mouth several times, but in the end didn’t push the girl away.
Meng Zhao quickly brought the doctors out. In a flurry of activity, they carried Han Cheng into the operating room.
A nurse came with the surgical consent form and asked for a family member to sign. Looking at Jiang Yu, she shook her head. “You can’t sign. Please notify Mr. Han’s other immediate family members.”
“Immediate family? I can’t contact them either.” Although Jiang Yu had been with Han Cheng for six years, aside from Han Li, he had never met any member of the Han family, nor did he have their contact information.
“I’ll contact the old master,” Aunt Chen said, taking out her phone to call some “old master.”
The only member of Han Cheng’s family Jiang Yu knew was Han Li. After hesitating for a long time, Jiang Yu finally sent Han Li a message on WeChat. He didn’t know whether Han Li, who was abroad, would receive it.
Fortunately, WeChat came through. Han Li quickly initiated a video call.
Jiang Yu answered. Han Li’s face filled the screen, and her lion’s roar rang out immediately. “Pretty boy, what happened to my brother? Explain it clearly to me!”
“Han Cheng was in a car accident. He’s being resuscitated. I don’t know anyone else in the Han family. Can you come back?” At this moment, seeing Han Li was like seeing family to Jiang Yu, and he held nothing back.
“How could there be a car accident? Where’s the driver—have they been caught?”
“The driver didn’t run. She’s here with us.” Jiang Yu turned the camera toward the young woman.
The girl glanced timidly at the camera.
Han Li started shouting again. “Is she even of legal age, daring to drive? Where did the accident happen? Was it on the way to pick you up?
I told you—you’re a jinx. Nothing good ever happens when my brother’s around you. Keep her there for me. I’m coming back immediately. If anything happens to Han Cheng, the two of you will be buried with my brother.”
Han Li hung up the video call.
The young woman, sobbing, raised her hands and began to swear, “I’m an adult! I have a driver’s license—I’ve been driving for three years. The car is insured, all my paperwork is in order. I really didn’t mean it. I’ll never drive again.”
“We’ll talk after the police get here,” Jiang Yu said coldly. He had no goodwill toward her. Sitting down on a chair, he stared at the red light above the operating room.
Waiting was agony. Only five minutes had passed, yet Jiang Yu felt as if five hours had gone by.
The police arrived at the hospital five minutes later. Meng Zhao explained the course of events, and the sobbing young woman was taken away by the police.
Another half hour passed. The red light still hadn’t turned green. Then an old man arrived at the hospital.
“What happened?” The old man’s hair and beard were completely white, yet meticulously groomed and gleaming. The jet-black, polished cane in his hand looked anything but ordinary. He pounded it heavily against the floor as he looked at Aunt Chen, the thuds echoing.
“Old Master, please don’t worry. President Han was in a car accident at the hospital entrance and is still being rescued. The driver was a young woman and has been taken away by the police. She left her contact information with me.”
Aunt Chen handed the contact details the girl had left to someone behind the old man who looked like a secretary.
The old man didn’t even glance at it. His gaze fixed on Jiang Yu instead.
He scrutinized Jiang Yu without any courtesy. His slightly clouded eyes were like X-rays; Jiang Yu felt as if he’d been scanned from the inside out.
“You’re Jiang Yu?” After staring at him long enough that sweat beaded on Jiang Yu’s forehead, the old man finally spoke.
His tone was calm, and Jiang Yu couldn’t tell what attitude he held toward him. He could only nod obediently. “I am.”
“I’m Han Cheng’s grandfather. I’ve heard him talk about you.”
“Hello, sir.”
“Don’t call me that. You’re not worthy. Han Cheng has defied me more than once because of you.”
“Ah…” Jiang Yu gave an awkward smile, not knowing how to respond. After thinking for a moment, he could only say, “I’m sorry.”
The old man sneered. “I didn’t come here for your apology.”
Jiang Yu drew in his neck and decided not to speak. This old man clearly hadn’t come with good intentions.
“Han Cheng is a phoenix among the bunch of good-for-nothings in our family. He’s smart and capable, and I value him highly.”
The old man paused after a couple of sentences and looked at Jiang Yu. Jiang Yu stood there obediently. What does this mean? What is he trying to say?
“I originally planned to find him a wife of equal standing. But that boy has been tangled up with the kid from the Ji family since he was young. I thought an alliance with the Ji family wouldn’t be bad, so I didn’t bother trying to correct his orientation.”
The old man paused again and looked at Jiang Yu. Jiang Yu remained silent, but his mind was racing. Is he telling me to recognize my place and leave Han Cheng on my own?
In the past, Jiang Yu might have taken this opportunity to leave. This old man seemed far more reliable than Han Li and probably could have sent him away.
But Han Cheng was now between life and death because he’d saved him. Jiang Yu didn’t want to leave at such a moment. And besides, he didn’t want to leave Han Cheng anymore.
“That Ji family brat had no taste. For some so-called overseas studies, he abandoned Han Cheng. He thought his own charm was so great that Han Cheng would wait for him forever. But the Han family has seen all kinds of people—he’s no celestial beauty. No one waits for anyone for a lifetime.
Still, Han Cheng was disappointing at first. He really did lose his mind over Ji Xu for a while, making a mess of things. So when he latched onto you during that period, I didn’t stop it. You managed to make him forget Ji Xu—that wasn’t a bad thing in my eyes.”
The old man paused again and looked at Jiang Yu. Jiang Yu was completely confused now. Is he praising me?
Why couldn’t he just speak plainly instead of making him guess? Just like Han Cheng—so many schemes and twists of mind.
The old man frowned slightly, feeling as if he were talking to a block of wood.
Because of Jiang Yu, the relationship between the old man and Han Cheng had already grown tense. He’d hoped to hint around and get Jiang Yu to leave on his own. That way, even if Han Cheng woke up, he wouldn’t be able to blame him.
Han Li had said that Jiang Yu also wanted to leave Han Cheng, but today this kid didn’t seem to have that intention at all.
Glancing at the red light on the operating room door, the old man decided to stop beating around the bush. If Han Cheng wanted to blame someone, let him blame him.
“I thought you were like those other little celebrities—that Han Cheng would dump you once he got tired of you. I didn’t expect you to be so capable, to stay by his side this long.
Lately, he’s caused no small amount of trouble because of you, offending four major families. He nearly brought the Han family down. Fortunately, he still has some skills and managed not to suffer losses at their hands.
But I don’t want the Han family to face such danger again, all because of an actor like you. Nor do I want Han Cheng to suffer any more accidents because of you.
Haven’t you always wanted to leave him? Now that he’s unconscious, I can send you away. I’m not that idiot Han Li. I can guarantee Han Cheng will never find you.
So—what do you say? Do you want to leave? I can arrange it right now.”
The old man’s clouded eyes suddenly turned sharp, like two knives stabbing into Jiang Yu.
But his eyes were so similar to Han Cheng’s that looking at them made Jiang Yu think of Han Cheng involuntarily. The image of Han Cheng lying in a pool of blood, unconscious, stabbed at his heart like needles.
He didn’t want to leave Han Cheng. He wanted to wait for him to wake up and ask why he had saved him, and whether he truly loved him.
In a lifetime, it’s not easy to meet someone who would risk their life for you—especially when it’s between two men, and when the feelings are mutual.
Such a love, with conditions so demanding, was right in front of him now. Jiang Yu didn’t want to give it up.
So under the pressure of the old man’s gaze, Jiang Yu shook his head firmly.
