After Marrying Him, the Ending Has Changed

Chapter 172: Chapter 172: Miserable and Desolate

Zhao Xiaojuan saw that after she had cried, she just stared blankly at herself, without saying a word, which made her panic, “Jiang Zhaodi, what’s wrong with you?”

But Jiang Zhaodi just turned her face away dispiritedly, staring blankly at the ceiling with a bitter heart.

Was God playing a joke on her? Was it because she hadn’t suffered enough in her last life? Why did she have to be reborn?!

When she was a child, she went hungry and cold every day, and had to work in the fields daily.

Finally, when she grew up and could work and earn money outside, she thought she could live a good life with her diligent hands.

Who would have thought that after working to the point of exhaustion and overtime, just when she had saved a little, her savings were taken away by her grandparents under various pretexts to subsidize the two no-goods, Zhiwen and Zhiwu.

She, who had been beaten and scolded by Zhang Guihua since she was a child, didn’t dare to resist their exploitation and could only obediently hand over the money.

At first, she thought about enduring for two years, waiting until Zhiwen and Zhiwu were married and could support themselves, and then she would be free.

But she could never have anticipated that her grandparents would still not let her go after the two boys got married!

Whenever she refused to give them money, her grandmother would sit at the gate of the factory where she worked and make a scene, even going to complain to her superiors, accusing her of being ungrateful and not supporting her grandparents.

She had no choice but to continue giving money.

Because she was always working hard, she didn’t even have time for a relationship, and no man dared to marry her, fearing that her grandparents would bleed him dry.

So she remained alone into her thirties.

Jiang Zhaodi lay on the bed, tears continuously flowing.

The moment she thought about the sufferings of her past life, she couldn’t help but want to cry.

“Jiang Zhaodi, what’s wrong with you? Don’t scare me, okay? Changhe, come and have a look.” Zhao Xiaojuan, seeing Jiang Zhaodi like this, panicked and shouted down the hallway.

Jiang Changhe, who was sleeping on a chair in the corridor, heard Zhao Xiaojuan’s shout and quickly came in.

Seeing his daughter lying on the hospital bed, her eyes not moving at all, just silently shedding tears, he was also startled.

“Jiang Zhaodi, do you still recognize your dad?” Jiang Changhe shook his hand in front of her eyes.

Immersed in the memories of her previous life, Jiang Zhaodi showed no reaction.

Zhao Xiaojuan, seeing her daughter like this, thought she had truly lost her mind to the fever, hugged her and burst into tears, “My poor daughter!”

As she was held, the grievances in Jiang Zhaodi’s heart spread, and she cried out in a cathartic release, her crying sounds were mournful and desolate.

The doctor, who was coming to do rounds, heard the crying at the door and thought something had happened, rushed in, only to see the mother and daughter who had arrived in the middle of the night were embracing and crying bitterly.

“What’s going on? Why the crying?”

Seeing the doctor as a savior, Jiang Changhe anxiously said, “Doctor, please take a look at our child, is she delirious from the fever?”

“Don’t worry, let me check first.”

The doctor stepped forward to check Jiang Zhaodi’s condition and, seeing no problems, held up a finger and asked, “Young lady, what is this?”

After crying for a while, Jiang Zhaodi felt much relieved and knew she had probably scared her parents. She now cooperated with the doctor’s inquiry.

“This is one.”

Jiang Zhaodi sniffled and said with a hoarse voice, “Doctor, I’m not delirious.”

She just couldn’t accept the reality for a moment.

Zhao Xiaojuan and Jiang Changhai, seeing Jiang Zhaodi could speak, felt their tight nerves relax instantly.

Thank goodness, the child wasn’t delirious from the fever.