Chapter 590 You’re Not That Easy to Kill

Chapter 590: You Don't Die So Easily

He Jingyi angrily reached out, "Hand over my money!"

Even with his meager pension, someone still had their eyes on it.

Wei Xiuru felt wronged.

He Jundao had quietly repaid her nine thousand yuan, while He Jingyi wouldn’t even spare his pension for her.

The comparison only made He Jingyi seem even more useless.

At that moment, Chu Yunmei came downstairs, her face dark.

Jiang Yu’s eyes flickered before she waved her over.

"Chu Yunmei, you’re so generous—nine thousand yuan—just like that?"

Chu Yunmei reeled in shock and fury, as she had been about to confront He Jundao about the missing money.

"What nine thousand?"

Jiang Yu arched a brow. "Last month, Comrade He Jundao came to repay me nine thousand yuan, saying it was to settle his big brother’s debt."

Chu Yunmei swayed, almost toppling down the steps.

Aunt Xu caught her arm. "Easy now, let’s talk this through—no need to rush."

Chu Yunmei shook her off, staring at He Jingyi in disbelief.

He Jingyi averted his gaze, not daring to meet her eyes.

"Sis, I never asked Jundao to cover for me. Maybe he caught wind of my mess and took pity."

Jiang Yu studied He Jingyi carefully—he wasn’t lying. So why had He Jundao taken the initiative to repay the debt?

Not like he’s swimming in cash, right?

Her eyes landed on Wei Xiuru’s guilty face—ah, so that was it.

"That’s exactly why I said it—neither of you asked, yet he repaid the money for you. Some brotherly bond, huh?"

Chu Yunmei was filled with resentment and anger. Brotherly love my ass!

Normally, He Jundao barely acknowledged He Jingyi as his elder brother. Why would he suddenly repay such a large sum for him?

Nine grand was no joke—it had nearly wiped out their savings over the years!

Before things could escalate, Lao Shi emerged from the room.

"The old man’s up."

Jiang Yu tore her eyes away and stepped inside.

The old man was propped up against the headboard. Though he had been ill, his complexion wasn’t too bad.

When he saw Jiang Yu and the others, he scowled at them.

"Took you long enough to show up. Thought I’d kick the bucket before you bothered."

Jiang Yu unceremoniously plopped down on a chair.

"We might say things that might rub you the wrong way, afraid you’d be unhappy to see us."

The old man glared and snorted. "At least you know your words aren’t pleasant!"

Even after all this, Jiang Yu didn’t offer a single conciliatory word.

He couldn’t care less about her and instead beckoned to He Feiyan.

"Fei Yan, come here."

He Feiyan stiffly walked over and mumbled, "Grandpa."

She wasn’t actually very familiar with the old man, only remembering him as an imposing figure, the one who had the final say in the He family.

But at the same time, he seldom bothered with the family’s day-to-day affairs.

Thus, it was only later that he became aware of the troubles He Feiyan had been through.

The old man was well aware of his own temperament—too proud and set in his ways—unlikely to humble himself before a junior.

It was only in recent years that he started bending a little.

"I had your Uncle Lao Shi put together some stuff for you to take back later."

He Feiyan instinctively glanced at Jiang Yu and, seeing her nod, bit back her refusal.

"Thank you, Grandpa."

The old man sighed. "These things are just material things—you can’t take them with you when you’re born or when you die. Eventually, they’ll all be left to you. I just hope you’ll visit me more often in the future, so I can die happy."

He Feiyan said flatly, "Grandpa is in good health. They say only the good die young, so you won’t die that easily."

The old man: "..." Your words are just as unpleasant as your sister-in-law’s.

"Stay for dinner."

He Feiyan wanted to refuse again, but before she could speak, Jiang Yu cut in.

"Sure! Aunt Xu’s cooking is amazing—her food’s to die for."

The old man let out a booming laugh. "Next time, I’ll have her prepare some braised dishes. Her marinade is the real deal."

Watching this scene, Lao Shi had mixed feelings.

Ever since He Tingyue and his sister left, he hadn’t seen the old man laugh this heartily.

Even with He Jingyi and He Jundao around, the old man was always moping about.

"I’ll go ask Aunt Xu to do the shopping first."

The old man nodded. "Buy more meat. If the ration coupons aren’t enough, I still have some here."

"Alright."

Not long after Lao Shi left, Wei Xiuru walked in.

"Grandfather, we’ve got company today. We can’t really take in more guests."

The old man’s expression instantly soured, his irritation plain to see.

"Who’s a guest here? My grandkids coming home doesn’t make ’em guests! If anyone should leave, it should be you."

Wei Xiuru seethed with resentment. If he doted so much on He Tingyue, wasn’t He Dongqi also his grandson?

"You probably don’t know, but today we’re expecting the granddaughter of Commander Tan. She and Dongqi met before and took a liking to each other. I went out of my way to invite her over for dinner. It’d be downright disrespectful if we messed this up."

The old man knew of Commander Tan from the military district, though not well. The thought of Wei Xiuru sucking up to their family only made him even angrier.

"I don’t care about any commander. If they want to eat, fine. If not, they can scram. Take ’em out to dinner then."

Wei Xiuru wouldn’t hear of it. She had invited them over precisely because the old man was home, hoping to nail down the marriage.

She threw Jiang Yu a look. "Then you’d better keep them in line. If they say anything to ruin Dongqi’s marriage prospects, I won’t stand for it."

The old man ignored her and waved her off.

"Every word out of her mouth grates."

Before long, Jiang Yu heard the arrival of guests outside.

Wei Xiuru seemed thoroughly pleased with this match, showering the visitors with endless compliments.

Jiang Yu found herself curious—just what did this granddaughter of Commander Tan look like?

"Grandpa, your grandson is getting engaged. Aren’t you going out to take a look?"

The old man snorted. "Just say you want to get an eyeful of the show."

"I do. Are you coming?"

The old man grumbled in reply, "Fine, let’s go!"

Jiang Yu smiled and stepped forward to steady him, but he waved her off.

"Let Ting Yue help me. You watch your step."

Jiang Yu, well along in her pregnancy, was less sure-footed than him.

As they stepped out, Wei Xiuru scrambled to her feet.

"Zhuzhu, this is Dongqi’s grandfather."

This "Zhuzhu" was someone Jiang Yu had once seen at the department store.

Though this was supposed to be an engagement discussion, she was the only elder there.

Jiang Yu grew suspicious as she glanced at the girl.

"Grandfather, I’m Tan Lizhu."

The old man nodded. "Sit. I knew your grandfather years ago—back before you were even born."

Commander Tan had a large family—four sons, who in turn gave him eight grandsons.

Only the ninth child was a granddaughter, pampered rotten.

They say she was born premature, so she was said to be frail and rarely seen in public.

Yet Tan Lizhu didn’t seem fragile at all.