The sad atmosphere was finally diluted by warmth. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Jiang Cheng thought for a moment and said, "This is a sad place for you. Why don't we leave this city after we finish things here."
Chu Xueying was about to answer when she heard a knock on the door.
Jiang Cheng frowned and saw the door creaking open, and Tong Xingtao appeared outside.
When Tong Xingtao saw the awakened Chu Xueying, he looked relieved, "Miss, you are finally awake."
"Is something wrong?" Jiang Cheng's tone was not friendly.
Tong Xingtao said calmly: "I just came to check on the young lady's physical condition. If there is no problem, the next step is to hand over the wife's inheritance."
"Is that so..." Jiang Cheng's brows relaxed.
After some examinations, it was confirmed that Chu Xueying's physical condition had improved, and Jiang Cheng began to prepare for the discharge procedures. Looking at the charge sheet in his hand, Jiang Cheng's face became a little ugly.
"Why is it so expensive!" Jiang Cheng restrained himself from shouting.
The nurse at the charge desk replied coldly: "You are a VIP ward, so the charges are naturally more expensive than ordinary wards. What, it's too expensive? Are you living in such a good ward if it's too expensive? Are you trying to make yourself look fat?"
As he spoke, the nurse's cold face turned into a sneer, making Jiang Cheng extremely angry.
"Look down on people? Just wait for me!" Jiang Cheng angrily took out his wallet, threw out a stack of red bills, and said loudly: "These are enough!"
The cold-faced nurse curled her lips and didn't bother to reply.
Turning around and leaving, Jiang Cheng's stern face gradually changed. His expression was as painful as if a piece of flesh had been dug out with a knife. In the corridor, he saw Tong Xingtao waiting at the door, and quickly put away his expression.
"Has it been done?"
Hearing that there was nothing unusual in Tong Xingtao's tone, Jiang Cheng coughed dryly and said, "Well, we can go."
As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Cheng heard his cell phone ringing. He took it out and saw that the name "Guan Peng" was displayed on it.
"Work matters." Jiang Cheng smiled.
Tong Xingtao nodded and walked into the ward to pack Chu Xueying's things. Jiang Cheng took a few steps outside and stared at the screen of his phone. The red and green buttons were dancing on the screen, but he had no intention of pressing them. Jiang Cheng looked around, then simply put his phone into silent mode and stuffed it back into his pocket.
After another long drive, Jiang Cheng sat on it and felt that the car was not driving smoothly. Sensing his doubts, Tong Xingtao explained: "The spare tire is usually one size smaller than the normal tire. I didn't have time to repair the car yesterday."
Jiang Cheng sighed slightly, feeling that this period of time was always a bit rough, but thinking about the next inheritance handover, he finally felt better. I think it's going to bring good luck, but I've always had bad luck before, so Jiang Cheng comforted himself.
Returning to the bungalow, the three of them came to a study room on the second floor. Tong Xingtao led them to the safe in a corner of the room and said, "The real estate, precious collections, and everything else in my wife's name are all in it. As long as you open this safe, it will all be yours, miss." "
Jiang Cheng looked at the safe, his eyes almost shining, and his mind had already begun to imagine all kinds of luxurious life after receiving the inheritance. After a while, he realized that something was wrong with the atmosphere, because Tong Xingtao just stood there without any intention of opening the safe.
"Don't you... open it and let us take a look?" Jiang Cheng reminded kindly.
Tong Xingtao smiled softly, his expression returned to normal immediately, and said, "Only the wife and the young lady know the password of this safe."
The "Miss" in Tong Xingtao's mouth was naturally referring to Chu Xueying, but looking at Chu Xueying's confused expression, Jiang Cheng immediately realized that the other party didn't even remember what the password was.
"Damn it! This amnesia happened at the perfect time!"
Of course, Jiang Cheng didn't dare to say these words, but he just felt extremely depressed. The recent bad luck in his relationship hadn't passed yet. He hurriedly walked to Chu Xueying and said seductively: "Xue, do you still remember what the password is? If you think about it carefully, maybe you can recall some hints about the password."
Chu Xueying nodded, but after thinking for a while, she felt a splitting headache. If Jiang Cheng hadn't been holding her up, she would have almost fallen to the ground.
Tong Xingtao also sighed when he saw this, "Miss has just been discharged from the hospital, so let's rest for a while first."
Although Jiang Cheng was anxious, he had no other choice. He reluctantly took another look at the safe, and then helped Chu Xueying to the bedroom to rest.
The two of them didn't speak much throughout the afternoon. Tong Xingtao sent the car for repairs, which made the house seem even more empty. Jiang Cheng was a little bored. When he opened his phone, he saw three missed calls, all from people named "Guan Peng". He looked at the screen and frowned. He lost all interest in playing games and put the phone away again.
Jiang Cheng glanced at Chu Xueying, who seemed to be very tired and had fallen asleep on the bed. In order not to disturb the other party, he quietly left the bedroom and wanted to go out for some air.
At this time, Jiang Cheng realized that living in a big house might not be a good thing, because it was really too spacious here, and even his footsteps echoed. He wanted to go to the study to take another look at the safe, but his attention was drawn to another room next to the corridor. There is a house facing south. The room has a row of floor-to-ceiling windows. If it is a sunny day, the lighting must be very good. There are several tables and easels placed inside, and there are piles of rags as high as a hill in the corner. If you look closely, you will find a pile of tattered canvases and broken easels.
Jiang Cheng remembered that Chu Yan was a well-known painter in Yilin City, and this was obviously her studio.
Entering the studio, Jiang Cheng discovered that the walls were covered with splashed paint, bright colors intertwined with dark colors, as if the whole room was a crazy picture. Jiang Cheng thought he didn't have much artistic appreciation, but when he saw the unfinished work on the easel, he was still inexplicably shocked.
The canvas seems to be a lawn, and the tall buildings next to it are hidden in the darkness, but there seems to be something weird sticking out of the window, and the eyes project a blue psychedelic light. There is a blank space in the upper right corner of the canvas, and there seems to be some kind of weird draft drawn in pencil. It has been revised many times, and the author seems to be unable to determine what he wants to draw. The brushwork throughout the painting is rough and chaotic, and the tones are gloomy and gray, completely unlike the painting style of a mature woman.
Seeing that pair of faint blue lights, Jiang Cheng couldn't help but think of the scene where he was attacked by a mad dog yesterday, and a chill gradually rose up on his back, as if a dark wind was blowing behind him. Jiang Cheng shook his head to bring himself back to reality, and took a few steps back, trying to distance himself from the painting. Looking at everything around him at this time, he felt a complex emotion of disgust and fear in his heart, driving himself to quickly leave the studio.