Chapter 117: Old Mr. Jian Falls into a Coma

Chapter 117 Old Mr. Jian Falls into a Coma

"Ding—Green Tea energy detected! Green Tea Points +100."

The system prompt rang in Jian Ye's mind, and he froze for a moment before bursting into laughter.

Even after half a year of marriage, this trick still worked like a charm...

With that, he leaned in and kissed Yi Siyu again. "Brother Siyu, forgive me. From now on, my mind will only be filled with you~"

Yi Siyu stiffened, helpless with the little mischief-maker in his arms.

Jian Ye was thoroughly enjoying himself, his Green Tea Points shooting up.

Yi Siyu, worried things might get out of hand if Jian Ye kept teasing him, squeezed the boy's cheeks with one hand, causing his lips to pucker adorably.

"Brothie~ wha' a' you doin'~" Jian Ye mumbled, his words slurred from the pinch.

Just then, Yu Xinran walked over and saw the scene. "A-Yu, don’t pick on Xiao Ye," she chided.

Jian Ye quickly broke free from the man's grasp and jumped out of his arms. Though their playful antics had been witnessed by Yu Xinran, Jian Ye still felt a little embarrassed.

Yi Siyu glanced over and noticed two faint red marks on the boy's face. He had tried to be gentle, but Jian Ye's skin was more delicate than he'd expected.

"I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?" he asked softly, a hint of guilt in his voice.

Jian Ye shook his head. "Not at all. You know how my skin is—it looks worse than it feels. It doesn't actually hurt."

Unbothered by his mother watching, Yi Siyu leaned in and pressed a light kiss to the reddened spots. "Just a little healing kiss."

Jian Ye's face flushed crimson as he pushed Yi Siyu away. "Quit it."

Yu Xinran, quick to notice, immediately picked up on Jian Ye's flustered state. "Do you two need some privacy? I'll head out—you two rest well at home."

With that, she left.

Jian Ye: "..."

"Siyu-ge, we’re at home now. Can you at least try to behave?"

"And who was the one kissing, hugging, and calling me 'brother' just now?"

"That was because you suddenly jumped to conclusions! It was your misunderstanding..." Jian Ye felt fully justified in defending himself.

"Alright, alright, my mistake," Yi Siyu conceded with a fond but exasperated smile, ruffling the boy's hair.

The two stayed at the Yi residence for a couple more days before returning to Lanfeng Bay, falling back into their usual rhythm.

However, Jian Ye's popularity at school only grew, and he often found himself mobbed by fans. Yet, he never showed impatience—if someone sincerely asked for an autograph, he would sign whenever he had time.

As a result, Jian Ye's reputation, both at school and online, remained spotless. Everyone saw him as warm and easygoing.

Another month passed, and as the year drew to a close, Jian Ye had accumulated quite a few more Green Tea Points—though he was nowhere near the final goal.

On the day of his final exams, snowflakes started drifting down.

Just as Jian Ye was about to bring soup he’d made himself to Yi Siyu's office, he suddenly received news that Old Mr. Jian had fallen into a coma.

Without hesitation, he immediately rushed back by car to the Jian family estate.

On his way, Jian Ye quickly sent a message to Yi Siyu explaining the situation, and Yi Siyu called back immediately.

"I'm on my way."

"Don’t worry, Brother Siyu. I’ve got this. I'll go check on Grandpa first," Jian Ye said.

"Be safe. Call me anytime if anything happens," Yi Siyu replied, though he wasn’t fully convinced and planned to head over after finishing up his meeting.

When Jian Ye arrived home, the hall was packed.

In the room where Old Mr. Jian was resting, a team of doctors was attending to him.

"How is Grandpa?" Jian Ye asked the butler directly.

Seeing Jian Ye, the butler's eyes lit up. "Young Master, you’ve returned. Old Mr. Jian suddenly had a spike in blood pressure for some reason. He’s been taking his medication on time, and his condition has been well-controlled..."

"When did Grandpa pass out?" Jian Ye asked.

"Last night."

"Did he meet anyone last night?"

The butler hesitated to speak, only glancing toward the eldest and second uncles’ families.

Jian Zhengqing immediately said, "This isn’t my fault. Dad just chatted with me briefly before going to bed. I don’t know why he fell ill afterward."

Jian Zhenghua also distanced himself. "Dad barely spoke to me either. Old folks get sick easily—maybe it was caused by something he ate."

Watching his grandfather’s two "good sons" care more about covering their tracks than showing concern, Jian Ye could only bit back a scoff.

If Old Mr. Jian saw this scene, he’d probably have another fit.

Jian Ye didn’t buy their excuses—he trusted the butler’s account more.

Something must have happened last night to cause this.

Old Mr. Jian was easily agitated, and just a few words from his "good sons" could send his blood pressure soaring.

Not interested in their excuses, Jian Ye brushed past them into his grandfather’s room.

Given the Jian family’s wealth and influence, they’d practically brought the hospital home. Inside, Jian Ye saw all kinds of high-tech medical equipment.

"Doctor, how is my grandfather? Is it serious?" Jian Ye asked the attending physician.

"It’s hypertension combined with acute cerebral infarction. We’ve administered clot-busting meds. Fortunately, he received timely treatment, so his condition is temporarily under control."

"He needs rest during this period. He’ll come around shortly."

"After waking, he should eat light meals—avoid spicy or rich, high-cholesterol, and high-saturated-fat foods."

Jian Ye carefully noted all the doctor’s instructions.

"Understood. We appreciate your help," Jian Ye said with a slight bow.

"Our pleasure. It’s our duty. Call us if anything comes up."

After the doctors left, everyone tried to push in, but Jian Ye stood at the door and held up a hand to stop them.

"The doctor said Grandpa needs rest. As the youngest in the family, I’ll take care of him. Uncle Zhengqing and Uncle Zhenghua can wait outside."

"Xiao Ye, don't block us. Let us go in and see. We won’t disturb Old Mr. Jian," said Eldest Aunt Zhu Yan.

"Yes, we're all family. Don’t we have the right to know? Why are you stopping us?" Eldest Uncle Jian Zhenghua expressed his dissatisfaction.

"Grandpa is fine. He’ll wake up soon. There’s no need for uncles and aunts to worry. This is my duty as the junior," Jian Ye replied with a smile, his stance at the door unwavering.

Seeing that Jian Ye wouldn’t budge, a few of them tried to push past him, but the steward intervened.

The steward would never allow the young master to be bullied by these people before Old Mr. Jian woke up.

Old Mr. Jian had once told the steward that if he were ever temporarily absent, the steward should follow Young Master Jian Ye’s instructions.

Now, Jian Ye clearly didn’t want these people disturbing Old Mr. Jian’s rest, so the steward naturally acted according to his wishes.

He called a few servants to guard the door and politely apologized to the members of the eldest and second uncles' families.

Then came the same old explanations—everything was for Old Mr. Jian’s health, the fewer people entering the better, and that Xiao Ye was acting in everyone’s best interests.

Realizing they couldn’t force their way in, the eldest and second branches reluctantly backed down, though they shot resentful glares at Jian Ye.

Before long, they left.

Jian Ye returned to the room and looked at Old Mr. Jian lying quietly on the bed. He felt a twinge of heartache.

The old man wore an oxygen mask, his complexion pale. After not seeing him for a while, Jian Ye noticed his grandfather had grown even frailer.

Old Mr. Jian had toiled tirelessly for most of his life, building a substantial family fortune for his descendants, yet he had neglected the bonds of family. His two sons had long lost their conscience, becoming cold, selfish, and cunning.

They couldn’t care less about Old Mr. Jian’s health—their anxious expressions were merely out of fear that if something happened to him, they’d have to deal with the matter of inheritance distribution.

Jian Ye had no interest in fighting over wealth, but he also refused to let these vultures squander his grandfather’s life’s work.

Old Mr. Jian’s sudden illness was likely related to them, so Jian Ye couldn’t let them near him now.

Old Mr. Jian had once neglected the original body’s owner, leaving him bullied and looked down upon in this family. Jian Ye didn’t know how the original body’s owner felt about him.

But after Old Mr. Jian repented, Jian Ye himself had experienced the old man’s kindness, and he couldn’t ignore that affection.

He wanted to take care of his grandfather and show him filial piety in the future.

Meanwhile, in another room, Jian Zhenghua and Jian Zhenghua conspired.

"If I’d known, I should’ve stayed inside from the start. Now that little bastard beat us to it, and he won’t let any of us in. If the old man wakes up and says something, we’re finished!" Jian Zhenghua said anxiously.

"Keep your head. We can’t lose our composure," the eldest brother Jian Zhenghua said grimly. "We don’t even know if the old man heard everything last night."

"If he didn’t, why would he get so angry he fell ill?"

"Maybe it was just the earlier part where we slandered Jian Ye. Whether he heard the rest—no one can say for sure. But..." Jian Zhenghua’s eyes turned cold and calculating.

"If the old man really did hear, then we can’t let him wake up again." His words were chilling, devoid of any familial warmth.

"Brother, are we really going this far?" Jian Zhenghua hesitated. Deep down, he knew why his brother hated their father so much—it was because of Jian Song.

Old Mr. Jian had callously had his own grandson thrown into prison.

That was the elder brother’s only son. With him gone, Jian Zhenghua’s plans for the family succession were dashed.

"Now you’re getting cold feet? Two years ago, when we conspired to orchestrate that car accident for the third brother, you didn’t hesitate either."

Jian Zhenghua chuckled coldly, his gaze freezing Jian Zhenghua in place as the memories came flooding back.

Yes, they had long gone too far down this dark path. Their hands were drenched in blood—blood that could never be washed away, not in this lifetime...

*Author's Note*

*Jian Xiaogou: I just love watching you all fight for the inheritance and fail.*