LIGHTNOVELSTORY Chapter 3
Chapter 3:
Jiang Jiandang was overjoyed. “Did you hear that? My son is more intelligent than you! This is my boy!”
Song Lin couldn’t believe what she had just heard from her son. For a moment, she felt hopeless. Has my son also been raised the wrong way?
She let out a sigh.
“Maybe this is just my fate.” She thought.
Her son was her entire world; there was no way she could leave him, not even for a divorce.
Before she could respond, Jiang Feng turned to Jiang Jiandang with excitement and said, “Dad, I just donated the bracelet grandma left you. It’s not very expensive, but it’s an antique. It should fetch some money, and I’ll donate that to the disaster relief fund!”
Jiang Jiandang’s smile froze, and his whole body went rigid. That bracelet was the only thing his mother had left him.
Donate?
Jiang Jiandang felt his blood pressure rising.
Jiang Feng asked innocently, “Dad, you’re not mad at me, right? You always say that money doesn’t matter in life or death. Grandma has been gone for so many years now, so why not donate her bracelet to help others? The children in those disaster areas are suffering—they can’t even go to school. Don’t you agree?”
Jiang Feng smiled, but inwardly he sneered, “Why should you be the only one who gets to donate?”
He wanted to see how his father would react if their family couldn’t afford to eat, yet Jiang Jiandang continued to fund He Minglang.
“That bracelet is the only thing left from your grandmother!” Jiang Jiandang’s face turned green as he stood up and grabbed his phone. “How could you be so thoughtless? Cancel the donation right now! Who said you could donate my things?”
“Well, you did,” Jiang Feng replied, his tone casual. “On my birthday, you gave away the cake that Mom made for me to other children. You even sold the heirlooms Grandpa left for me. Didn’t you always teach me that money is just material, and we can’t take it with us when we die? I think you’re right! Can’t you handle your own advice?”
Jiang Jiandang’s face flushed red. The words he wanted to shout got stuck in his throat. He looked at Jiang Feng’s bright smile and felt a pang in his chest. All he could say was, “That’s not the point! I just think that bracelet isn’t worth much—it’s not worth donating!”
Jiang Feng chuckled. “Not worth much? Dad, it’s worth at least 300,000 yuan, maybe 50,000 at the lowest. Don’t worry, I’ll always remember your teachings from now on!”
At this point, Jiang Jiandang wasn’t paying attention to anything Jiang Feng or Song Lin were saying. His thoughts were consumed by the bracelet, and the frustration of the moment.
Suddenly, Jiang Jiandang’s phone rang, interrupting the tense silence.
He answered, and a soft voice on the other end said, “Hello, is this Mr. Jiang Jiandang?”
“Yes, this is him,” Jiang Jiandang replied.
“We’re calling from the First Hospital. You scheduled a kidney matching appointment for tomorrow morning for Mr. Song Ming. I just wanted to confirm the details. Your blood type matches his, correct?”
“Kidney matching?” Jiang Jiandang was bewildered. “Who said I’m doing a kidney matching? I never agreed to that!”
There was a pause on the other end. “But you made an appointment just five minutes ago using number 158 for a free kidney donation. The system shows you agreed and filled in all your personal information. Wasn’t that you?”
“No! That wasn’t me! I’m not donating anything! Who told you I was donating my kidney for free? Are you out of your mind? I don’t have spare kidneys lying around! Get lost! What kind of hospital tries to steal people’s kidneys? I’m not doing it!” he yelled, his anger boiling over.
The doctor on the other end was shocked. “Why fill out the form if you didn’t mean it? You even left a message saying you could live with just one kidney, and all you cared about was saving a life. Are you joking?”
The call ended with a click, and the beeping dial tone filled the air.
Still furious, Jiang Jiandang muttered, “Do they think I’m crazy? I need both my kidneys, thank you very much. Why would I give one away for free? I must be losing it…”
As he rambled, he glanced up and met Song Lin’s amused expression.
“Oh, really? Why not donate? You have two kidneys, and people only need one to survive. Didn’t you encourage our son to donate bone marrow? Why stop at that?” Song Lin said sarcastically.
Her words were filled with mockery, and any remaining respect she had for Jiang Jiandang vanished. She now saw him for what he truly was—a selfish and hypocritical man. He was only generous when it didn’t affect him personally.
Jiang Jiandang’s smile faltered. “No, I… I didn’t realize at first. I didn’t fill out that form. It must be some kind of scam. I don’t even know who Song Ming is…”
“I filled it out,” Jiang Feng interrupted, his expression filled with admiration. “Dad, I just followed your advice. You always say life or death doesn’t matter when it comes to material things. Song Ming needs a kidney to survive, and you’re perfectly healthy, right? You told me to donate bone marrow, so you must be even more willing to donate yourself!”
“I…”
“And Dad, didn’t you tell me just yesterday that if you were a match for the bone marrow, you’d donate it yourself? Were you lying to me?” Jiang Feng asked, his tone light yet pointed.
“If you’re not a match, that’s fine. There are plenty of people out there who are. Your heart is so big, Dad. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure your wish to donate is fulfilled!” Jiang Feng’s words left his father speechless.
Jiang Jiandang stood frozen, unable to find the words to argue. The atmosphere became unbearably tense.
Song Lin, watching her husband’s cowardice, couldn’t help but smile. “Jiang Jiandang, you really make me sick.”
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