My Little Sweet Wife Chapter 361 - Visiting Jia Zhenzhen II

Chapter 361 - Visiting Jia Zhenzhen II

Seeing Jiang Ruolan in a daze, Xian Zihao continued to smile faintly. He took her hair, gently twisted it around his fingers, and used the ends of her hair to scratch her ears, causing her to dodge continuously.

Jiang Ruolan couldn't stand it anymore and she laughed while pus.h.i.+ng his hands away. "Stop, it's so itchy! What are you jealous of? Yijun and I have been mutually supportive and encouraging each other, and you, Xian Zihao, have always been kind to me and…."

She stopped and could not help but sigh. She turned around and leaned against the car door and said, "You are still my child's father after all."

"Just the father?" His pretty eyebrows slightly raised, yet he looked dissatisfied.

Xian Zihao then leaned over and kissed her forehead gently.

Jiang Ruolan pushed him away with a smile. She was afraid that the medical staff outside the nursing home would laugh at their public display of affection. She slapped him away uncomfortably. "Wolf, please go away. Don't take advantage of me!"

"Don't be in such a hurry to blush, I haven't finished speaking ~" Xian Zihao caressed her neck and said softly, "You once promised me that no matter what happens, you will trust me and understand me. You will not be easily swayed by the appearance of such trivial things."

His words were incredibly soft, but his tone was serious. Xian Zihao's fingers slowly slipped through her hair.

Jiang Ruolan recalled that she had secretly sent an SMS to Jiang Yijun, but she never got a reply from him. At the time, Xian Zihao was not with her, so he certainly could not read the contents of her text message, but why when she saw a strange expression on his face, did she feel that he knew something?

"Are you going to hold your promise?" Before she could say anything, Xian Zihao smiled softly and looked at her.

Jiang Ruolan looked straight in his eyes and said earnestly. "Don't I always trust you?"

"Hmm?" Xian Zihao didn't seem to believe it.

'What a b.a.s.t.a.r.d. Man, why is he looking at things so thoroughly.'

Jiang Ruolan's mouth twitched. She leaned back against the car door and remembered carefully what Jiang Yijun had said to her on the phone today before telling the truth, "Yijun knows who his mother is and he also knows Jia Zhenzhen was sent to America by grandfather. I don't know if he will come here to look for her, but his voice made me feel very…"

"What did he say?"

"He didn't say anything. I knew Yijun very well. Although I don't know what he wants to do right now, but I know that since he is willing to do something, then he must have a reason for it. I don't know what his reason is, and I don't know his goal, but his words made me feel very uneasy."

Jiang Ruolan scratched her ear and laughed awkwardly. "Forget it, maybe I'm just overthinking it."

Xian Zihao smiled apologetically at Jiang Ruolan's grinning face. "You should believe me even if you don't trust the Xian Family."

Jiang Ruolan nodded her head vigorously, "Zihao, I believe in you. I'll always believe you."

Xian Zihao stood next to her, slowly smoothing her messy hair. He said lightly, "You don't have to believe what shows on the surface. Your heart is the most important thing. Believe in your heart, hmm?"

Trust...It was the greatest pillar of love and marriage and also the greatest crisis.

Xian Zihao's eyes were so confident, so deep in love, and so worried about her.

Although Jiang Ruolan had never talked about love before, she can understand that his love was something she cherished.

People would feel pain because they loved too deeply, and being in love means they cannot tolerate too much misunderstanding and distrust. She understood that, and of course, Xian Zihao understood it better.

Jiang Ruolan took a deep breath. At that moment, she suddenly felt that everything was already clear to her. That's right, with Xian Zihao by her side, no matter how perplexed she was, this matter would be solved sooner or later. Why did she have to think it over on her own?

Thus, Jiang Ruolan smiled as she carefully extended her hand towards his palm.

Xian Zihao sensed her movements and gripped her hand tightly. He glanced back at her but didn't say anything. Instead, he took her into the nursing home with him.

When they arrived at the sanatorium, it was almost late at night. The staff here have arranged a nutritious and healthy dinner for them. After eating, Jiang Ruolan walked around the backyard and saw that many patients with dementia were accompanied by family members.

Although this nursing home was privately owned by the Xian Family, their patients were not just Jia Zhenzhen. According to Xian Zihao, the nursing home was not large at first, it was just a small nursing home.

After that, it gradually expanded over the course of twenty years. The families of the patients from New York City and in the vicinity of Boston also came to visit as well. Knowing that the nursing home environment was not bad, they also bring dementia patients here.

Jiang Ruolan stood in the gra.s.s and looked at the scene. She felt sad for no reason.

If Jiang Yijun saw this, his heart would definitely be in pain, right? His mother had been confined here for more than twenty years and could not even see her own son.

"Miss Jiang, the wind is strong tonight. Mr. Xian has gone to accompany his father. He instructed us to tell you not to be too exposed to the cold wind." At this time, a nurse walked over and spoke politely to her.

"Oh, thanks for the reminder. Wait, I wanted to ask something." Jiang Ruolan turned around and asked with a smile, "How is Auntie Jia's condition? Except for being crazy, is she healthy in other aspects?"

The nurse knew that she was Xian Jian's daughter-in-law, and naturally did not hide too much, so she replied, "Her physical condition is not bad, but only a few people can approach her. Usually, only two doctors can examine her in a timely manner. We, the medical staff, have been working here for years, but we never got within two meters of her, so we can't tell you clearly her specific situation."

Jiang Ruolan was stunned. "Then what if she wants to eat and drink, or to the toilet? She will go alone?"

"Usually, we would send food to the door of her room. When she was hungry, she would go out and find her food. When she saw the food, she would bring it in."

"From the sound of it, she should still have some rational thought, right?"

"No. Now she does look very normal, but when she's in an abnormal state, she's very scary. For example, when we were busy, and she was hungry, we sent her food an hour late. She will open the door herself and go out looking for the food. At times like this, we often find her in the trash in the front yard of the hospital."

Jiang Ruolan frowned. "Is it that serious?"

"A few years ago, a new doctor tried to examine her body to see if her hysteria could be treated, but at the time she did not look as usual. She went to the sanatorium's kitchen and came out with two kitchen knives to cut people."

"She has injured too many people here, so no one is willing to approach her now. Apart from some doctors who have worked here for more than 20 years and examine her every week, no one else will approach her. At most, when she urinates and needs someone's help to pull on her pants, the doctor will send someone to her. They will give her a sedative and then change her clothes when she is sleeping. I've been tormented by her this entire time, but I think her health is pretty good. Even a few male doctors can't hold her down, so how could she possibly be in bad condition?"

After saying that, the nurse secretly hid a look of disgust and did not dare to express it too much. She then smiled, "Miss Jiang, that Jia Zhenzhen, you better not go near her. You're pregnant, if you go near her, there might be problems later."