Chapter 599: Chapter 597: No News

It was around 2:30 p.m. when Jiang Yong sent Jiang Feng a text message to tell him that his family had already arrived at the hospital.

Jiang Xiaoran and Lin Juan both came empty-handed, not even bringing a change of clothes, while Jiang Yong carried a small suitcase. When the three of them reached the ward, Jiang Weisheng was peeling an apple for himself.

Yes, for himself.

Mrs. Zhu, as a highly motivated and excellent caregiver, had finished all the work that was within sight while Jiang Weisheng was resting. As Jiang Weisheng himself wasn’t very good at taking care of people, the only thing he could do was peel apples. And since Jiang Weiming couldn’t really eat apples at the moment, Jiang Weisheng could only peel apples for himself.

Jiang Yong and the other two were a welcome sight for Jiang Weisheng—he had found an excuse to peel three more apples.

Jiang Feng learned about this when he went to the hospital to bring Jiang Weiming his dinner and Mrs. Zhu passed on the message.

Taking care of a patient is both a hard and boring task, requiring constant vigilance with little enjoyment. Since Mrs. Zhu had completed the hard part, Jiang Weisheng and Jiang Yong were left with nothing but the boring tasks.

Jiang Weisheng was better off; at least he could peel an apple for himself. Jiang Yong didn’t even have an apple to peel because all the apples were bought by Jiang Weisheng. His relationship with Jiang Weiming laid bare. Although it had eased quite a bit lately and seemed almost like a real father-son relationship, it was still not close—their understanding and impressions of each other were still stuck years in the past. They were the most familiar strangers.

When Jiang Feng arrived, he felt that Jiang Yong’s situation was a little awkward.

As for Jiang Xiaoran and Lin Juan, it goes without saying that they felt excruciatingly awkward and could only sit quietly like invisible beings, watching TV.

Jiang Feng didn’t say anything either. After all, he was just an emotionless machine delivering meals.

Jiang Feng, like at noon, chatted with Jiang Weiming for a while, gave him an update on the store, and then left the ward with the clean lunchbox Mrs. Zhu had washed.

Seeing Jiang Feng leave, Jiang Yong got up and left the ward as well, catching up with Jiang Feng at the elevator door.

“Feng,” Jiang Yong began. He had only exchanged pleasantries with Jiang Feng in the ward. The real message he wanted to convey hadn’t been spoken, “Thank you for these past couple of days.”

“Of course, the most important thing is that Granduncle Weiming is safe and well,” Jiang Feng said with a smile.

“About that… I believe you guys advanced the medical expenses, didn’t you? That money shouldn’t come from you but from me. Tell me how much you have paid before, and I’ll transfer it to you right now. I’ll cover all the future hospital and medication expenses,” said Jiang Yong.

Jiang Feng was momentarily taken aback, not expecting Jiang Yong to bring up this matter, “Second Uncle, I think my eldest cousin paid the expenses, and I’m not sure how much it was. How about I message him this evening and then let you know?”

“Okay,” replied Jiang Yong with a nod.

Since Jiang Yong had brought up the matter of expenses, Jiang Feng inevitably thought of another person—after all, Jiang Weiming has more than one son.

“By the way, Second Uncle, does my eldest uncle know about Granduncle Weiming’s hospitalization?” Jiang Feng asked.

Although based on what Jiang Feng knew and had seen of Jiang Yanlu’s actions, he could conclude without a doubt that he was an undutiful descendant, and that title would not be removed until he did something drastic like sacrifice himself for his father. But after all, he was Jiang Weiming’s eldest son, the one Jiang Weiming had doted on for most of his life.

Even as an undutiful son, he might not want to bear the medical expenses, but he should at least come to see his father who had narrowly escaped death, shouldn’t he?

So far, Jiang Feng had received no news of Jiang Yanlu.

When Jiang Feng asked about Jiang Yanlu, Jiang Yong’s expression did not change as he calmly said, “I’ve already told him.”

The implication was clear: I’ve passed on the message, whether he comes or not is up to him.

Jiang Feng nodded, indicating he understood, and took the elevator with his lunch box in hand.

After Jiang Feng left, Jiang Yong couldn’t help but reveal a cold sneer.

When he called Jiang Yanlu to tell him about Jiang Weiming’s hospitalization due to acute heart failure, he deliberately omitted the name of the hospital where Jiang Weiming was staying. The reaction of Jiang Yanlu on the phone did seem like that of a filial son, yet unfortunately, up until now, Jiang Yanlu hadn’t asked him which hospital Jiang Weiming was actually in.

He was nothing more than a ‘phone-filial’ son after all.

By the time Jiang Feng returned to Taifeng Building, Sir had already headed back home with unabashed truancy, leaving people anxious. His abnormal behavior made many suspect that Jiang Weiming’s condition had suddenly worsened, so much so that Jiang Feng was immediately surrounded by people inquiring about Jiang Weiming’s condition as soon as he set foot in the kitchen.

After the evening business was over, Jiang Feng lingered a bit longer in the kitchen or went to the storeroom to check the inventory. Wu Minqi, having already made plans to video call with Mrs. Wu that night, had not waited for him and gone home first.

By the time Jiang Feng and Mrs. Wang Xiulian finished counting inventory and returned home, it was nearly midnight. Wu Minqi’s video call had long ended, and she was now sitting on the sofa browsing her phone.

Seeing that she was still wearing her daytime clothes and had not changed into pajamas, Jiang Feng asked, “Qiqi, why haven’t you taken a shower so late at night?”

Wu Minqi did not answer Jiang Feng’s question. She put down her phone with a somewhat peculiar expression, as if she was pondering some perplexing issue, “Fengfeng, did Sun Jikai reply to the WeChat message you sent him today?”

“No,” Jiang Feng said, “It must be because too many people are messaging him, and mine got buried. I sent it in the morning.”

“With such big news as Sir Sun’s death, he probably didn’t have the mood to check WeChat, what’s wrong?” Jiang Feng asked.

He thought it was perfectly normal for Sun Jikai not to reply to his messages, given that Sun Guanyun’s death would surely have led to an overwhelming number of calls on Sun Jikai’s phone that day.

“I just video-called with my mom, and it seemed like she, my dad, and my grandpa didn’t know about Sir Sun’s death,” Wu Minqi picked up her phone again to check, “I just asked, and it seems like those who aren’t as close to the Sun Family either don’t know about it, or they heard it through someone else.”

Jiang Feng walked over to the sofa in the living room and sat down, “They probably just haven’t managed to notify everyone yet. If I remember correctly, doesn’t Sun Jikai have a publicly listed company or something? Besides friends from the culinary world and restaurant guests, there must be a lot of business partners to inform as well. The personal connections must be quite complicated—it might simply not be their turn yet.”

Wu Minqi was temporarily at a loss for words, choked up, “But it’s because they have a company that they could let assistants and other staff make calls to notify people…”

Jiang Feng: …

Sorry, poverty has limited my imagination.

At this point, Jiang Feng also couldn’t think of a reason. Although the Sun Family wasn’t populous, it wasn’t devoid of members. Even if they decided to have family members make the notifications to show respect, it shouldn’t leave Sun Jikai to make the calls alone. Besides, a phone call doesn’t take that long—it should have been possible to notify everyone in the span of the day, even if there were many people to contact.

“Qiqi, how is your family’s relationship with Sun Jikai’s family?” Jiang Feng asked.

“It’s okay. My grandpa and Sir Sun could be considered old acquaintances. Although they didn’t meet often, they still kept in touch somewhat,” Wu Minqi said.

Even then, Jiang Feng couldn’t figure out the reason. It wasn’t as if Sun Jikai would halfway through calling everyone suddenly stop making calls.

“It’s probably an oversight. With such a sudden event, it’s inevitable there will be some omissions. He must be in a bad mood right now; making some mistakes is unavoidable,” Jiang Feng said.

“Maybe,” Wu Minqi still felt something was off, “My grandpa has had a bad cold these past few days and might not attend Sir Sun’s funeral. My mom mentioned that if our family were to send someone, it should be me.”

“But I still feel something is not quite right. My mom said that according to the Sun Family’s customs, unless there are very close children living far away, Sir Sun’s funeral should take place on the third day after his death. Since Sir Sun passed away after midnight, that would be considered today, which means the funeral will be the day after tomorrow. But with the notifications not in place today and no specific time and location for the funeral announced, I can’t help but think something is strange.”

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