Jiang Zongjin looked at his worried expression and sighed helplessly. He couldn't say anything at first, but now he had no choice but to lower his voice and whisper to him, "I understand what you mean. Don't worry. Nian Nian is my daughter. I owe her so much. Since I said we were going to separate, I didn't want her to suffer with me and be implicated by me."
"Dad, in addition to being a professor at Tsinghua University, I also work at the research institute."
Mr. Jiang looked at him in surprise: "You? In the research institute?!"
There has always been a research institute in the country, which is similar in nature to the Ninth Institute and also studies top-level technologies. However, unlike the Ninth Institute, the research institute focuses entirely on aerospace.
The institute has a high status in the country, and the connections that people working there can access are definitely not those found in the outside circle.
Mr. Jiang never thought that his eldest son, who seemed to be devoted to academic studies, had this ability.
It took me a long time to recover.
"I went in three years ago. I shouldn't have told you about this, nor should I tell anyone else, but I was afraid that you would worry about Nian Nian and that it would damage your health." Jiang Zongjin was embarrassed and said to him, "Dad, remember not to tell anyone else about this."
Mr. Jiang had come back to his senses, and he put his heart back in his stomach. He nodded solemnly: "I understand."
He originally wanted to split the family. If the two families were separated, the second branch would benefit because they would get rid of two burdens.
Now it seems that misfortune may be a blessing in disguise.
I don’t know if Wanru and the others will still agree to Zong Jin’s job as readily as they did before when the family split up!
Qiao Nian came back from the phone call. She still looked expressionless, but she looked a little irritated. She raised her hand, revealing a white wrist that was dazzling to the eyes from her sleeve. She pressed down the brim of her hat, as if she didn't want Mr. Jiang and the others to see her irritation at the moment. She quickly said to the old man, "Grandpa, Dad, I can't go shopping with you this afternoon."
"Uh, what's wrong?" Mr. Jiang suddenly regained his sanity from Jiang Zongjin's hidden work, and looked at her with a pair of cloudy yet clear eyes, realizing that Qiao Nian was in a bad mood: "Did something happen?"
“Not really.”
Qiao Nian is not used to getting along with elders, especially her blood relatives. She can never be calm and at ease.
Facing the gaze of Mr. Jiang, she paused for a second and then continued, "The grandfather of a friend of mine is critically ill. I want to go to the provincial hospital to check it out."
She had never expected that Mr. Wei would suddenly become critically ill. Wei Lou sounded very anxious when he called, so she had no choice but to go and see him first.
"Do you want a driver to take you there?" Jiang Zongjim made a prompt decision.
Qiao Nian didn't hesitate, raised his eyes and nodded: "Okay."
She was in a hurry, and having a driver take her there would definitely be faster than for her to hail a taxi on the side of the road. In this kind of situation, of course, the sooner the better!
"In the neurosurgery building of the provincial hospital." Qiao Nian did not consider herself an outsider, and her words were unconsciously filled with a kind of intimacy that she herself did not even notice.
Jiang Zongjin nodded, then turned back and said to the old man, "Dad, I'll find someone else to take you back to the nursing home."
Before he finished speaking, Mr. Jiang said seriously, "I'll go with you. I'll send Nian Nian off first. I don't have any other plans anyway."
Jiang Zongjim thought about it and felt that this was a good option. He didn't waste any more time and got in the car and asked the driver to go to the Provincial Hospital, the location Qiao Nian mentioned.
(End of this chapter)