Eighties Sweetheart Wife

Chapter 16: Chapter 16 His Daughter is Called Ji Xinyi_1 Chapter 16: Chapter 16 His Daughter is Called Ji Xinyi_1 Old Mr.

Ji looked at Song Yunuan.

He had said so much, yet she was only focused on the leg.

After all, she was just a young girl, her intentions were good, but her methods were not right.

He wanted to reprimand her, but in the end, he didn’t speak up.

The staircase was very quiet.

Old Mr.

Ji wore a gloomy expression and said nothing.

Song Yunuan stood up and sighed, “Grandpa Ji, it seems that there’s no hope for Lin Zhiqing’s leg, but my brother really did figure out where your daughter is.”

Old Mr.

Ji’s expression grew even darker.

Now is the time to say this?

He glared at Song Yunuan and sternly scolded her, “Still spouting nonsense, haven’t you had enough education from the residents’ committee?

I know you want to cure Lin Zhiqing’s leg to resolve the conflict, but you should not deceive me by playing tricks with your elder brother.

If there is a next time, I will personally take you to the police station.

Do you hear me?”

Song Yunuan’s mouth opened and closed.

“Shut up, no excuses!” Old Mr.

Ji glared angrily.

He glanced at his clothes and without paying Song Yunuan any more attention, he turned angrily and headed downstairs.

Just then, the voice of Song Yunuan came from behind him.

“Your daughter has lost her memory, she ended up in Nanshan County Town eighteen years ago.”

“She now lives in the Pear Tree Brigade of the Striving Hard Commune; she and an orphan from the village got married with the ceremony organized by the Brigade Secretary.”

“They now have a son and a daughter; their eldest son is in his first year of high school at the county town school.”

“Your daughter doesn’t remember her name, so she chose to take her husband’s surname; she is now called Ji Chunxiu.”

“She has a plum blossom birthmark on her right wrist, and although she remembers nothing else, her medical skills are quite good, and she is the village’s barefoot doctor.”

“She is fortunate and lives a good life.

By the way, she actually remembers that when she was young, her father once gave her a puppy called Mikaka!”

Old Mr.

Ji, who was huffily walking downstairs, had already stopped in his tracks.

He turned around incredulously to look at Song Yunuan.

He felt as if his entire body had stiffened.

He could not even feel his heartbeat or breathing.

For an instant, his mind was a complete blank.

After Old Mr.

Ji’s body swayed slightly, Song Yunuan had already walked over to support him.

Ignoring Old Mr.

Ji’s loss of composure, Song Yunuan asked softly, “Do you want to go to the First High School to see your grandson first, or go to the Pear Tree Brigade to recognize your daughter?”

Old Mr.

Ji stared at Song Yunuan, and after his breathing finally normalized, he said with difficulty, word by word, “Take me to the Director’s office!”

Song Yunuan’s eyes lit up.

Just then, a man rushed up from below—it was Su Junze.

Su Junze was moving quickly.

He took two steps at a time and ascended the stairs.

In his hands, he held several lunch boxes and a nylon net bag, which surprisingly contained apples.

In this era, people usually carried things in woven bags or cloth sacks.

Moreover, apples were quite rare this season.

Su Junze merely gave them a passing glance and then withdrew his gaze.

As his figure disappeared around the stairwell corner, Old Mr.

Ji glared at Song Yunuan, “What are you daydreaming about?

Didn’t you hear what I just said?”

Song Yunuan blinked and said, “…I need to ask where the Director’s office is first.”

The scene became still for a few seconds.

Old Mr.

Ji: “Well, don’t just stand there, go ask!”

Song Yunuan ran off to the corridor on the third floor.

Old Mr.

Ji tightly clenched his hands, confirming once more that what he had just heard was all real.

But, was it really true?

Could it be just another false hope like before?

That’s why he didn’t dare to go and verify it right away.

Ji Chunxiu?

His daughter’s name was Ji Xinyi!

Who the devil gave her that other name?

Xinyi, also known as Purple Magnolia.

It was his wife’s favorite flower!

Old Mr.

Ji wiped away his tears, heard hurried footsteps approaching, and quickly composed himself; sure enough, it was the smiling young girl returning.

The director’s office was on the second floor.

At the moment, the door was slightly ajar, and the sound of a man making a phone call could be heard from inside the office.

Song Yunuan really had no idea what Old Mr.

Ji wanted with the director.

Did they know each other?

But nothing about it was mentioned in the book.

Seeing Old Mr.

Ji’s expression, Song Yunuan hurried to knock on the door—no response?

Song Yunuan was about to knock again, but Old Mr.

Ji, impatient, kicked the slightly open door wide.

Song Yunuan: …

The old man had quite a temper!

Standing at the doorway, Song Yunuan and Old Mr.

Ji caught the attention of the middle-aged man, about forty years old, behind the office desk on the phone, who looked up unhappily towards the door.

Who are these people?

So impolite.

Kicking the door, where’s security, where have they gone?

Why are they letting just anyone in?

But when his gaze fell upon Old Mr.

Ji’s face, he froze, eyes widening in disbelief, before suddenly scrambling to his feet, his actions not at all befitting a director.

He knocked over folders and kicked over chairs, charging forward with a desperate and chaotic stride.

Frightened, Song Yunuan swiftly jumped out the door and then slammed the office door shut with a bang.

That was scary.

Was he going to hit someone?

Hey, I just locked Old Man Ji inside; was that a bit unkind?

But in that moment, she heard the seemingly calm and composed director wail piercing cries, “Master, Master…”

Song Yunuan’s eyes flickered.

Old Man Ji came from a Chinese medicine family.

He himself was highly skilled in medicine.

Before his only daughter went missing, he had been the dean of Beidu Medical College, and it was said he had also taken in several disciples.

Later, he resigned and disbanded his discipleship.

He chased all his disciples away.

This was what Song Yunuan knew, but the unknown was that the director of Nanshan County Town Hospital was one of Old Mr.

Ji’s disciples?

It seemed that Old Mr.

Ji did not want to deal with him.

Otherwise, it wouldn’t have come to this scene.

Song Yunuan was extremely curious.

She wanted to push the door open, but felt embarrassed since she was the one who had closed it.

So, Song Yunuan pressed her ear against the door to eavesdrop on their conversation.

But the next moment, a female doctor approached from afar, “Who are you, and what are you sneaking around for?”

Song Yunuan quickly stood up straight, but gestured for silence to the female doctor and pointed towards the inside of the door.

The female doctor indeed stopped talking.

She was so mystified by Song Yunuan’s secretive behavior that she walked softly.

Just as the doctor realized something was amiss and was about to scold Song Yunuan, the door to the director’s office opened.

They saw the director, with reddened eyes, assisting an old man dressed in a garment with “Waste Collection Station” printed on it out of the office.

After a few steps, Old Mr.

Ji pushed the director away, “I’m not so old I can’t walk.

Take me to the fifth floor first.”

“Yes, Master!” the director agreed, beaming with joy.

Old Mr.

Ji walked ahead with a stern face.

After a few steps, he called out to Song Yunuan, “Keep up!”

Song Yunuan cheerfully replied, “Okay!” Lin Jia’s legs might be saved.

No matter the reason, she still wished Lin Zhiqing well.

Even though kind people are not always treated gently…

Kind people should not meet such a tragic end.

Meanwhile, in Lin Jia’s hospital room,

Lin Qing was frantically trying to explain to her sister that her earlier comments were made in anger…