Chapter 223: Don’t Worry About Me, I’m in Great Health!
“Don’t worry about me. I’m in great health!” Jiang Che coughed twice, speaking seriously. A pale face was normal; as long as his body didn’t feel tired, it was fine.
“Really?” Ah Qing’s eyes scanned Jiang Che up and down, her large eyes full of doubt.
“Of course it’s true. Don’t you know whether I’m healthy or not?” Jiang Che frowned, asking playfully.
“Young Master, you’re such a bad guy~” Hearing Jiang Che’s words, Ah Qing blushed, her expression extremely shy, as she lowered her head quietly.
After breakfast, Jiang Che, accompanied by several bodyguards, drove out of Crouching Dragon Villa and headed toward the Li family estate.
Today was the day of Li Tian’s return. How can he miss such a good show?
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At the Li family villa, Jiang Che walked in with his bodyguards in a swaggering manner. Although he had never been here before, Li Chengfeng had already informed the security guards, so no one stopped him.
Jiang Che walked straight into the villa’s living room without any obstruction. In the center of the living room sat a middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties. He had a steady demeanor, with an imposing presence.
“Young Master Jiang, your presence truly graces our humble abode...” Li Zhiyong smiled at Jiang Che. Naturally, he knew this eldest young master of the Jiang family.
Knowing that this young master had a good relationship with his son, he attributed his rising status in the Li family partly to this connection.
“Uncle Li, you’re too kind.” After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Jiang Che sat down opposite Li Zhiyong.
“Chengfeng must have already told you why I’m here today, right?” Jiang Che didn’t beat around the bush and got straight to the point.
“Chengfeng has told me. Is it true that Li Tian is coming back?” Li Zhiyong nodded solemnly, asking with a heavy tone.
When he first heard this from his son yesterday, his initial reaction was disbelief. After all, all the Li family members thought Li Tian was dead.
“Then please follow me, Young Master Jiang.” Li Zhiyong and Li Chengfeng exchanged glances, hesitated briefly, and then led Jiang Che to see Li Huakong. Letting him examine the condition wouldn’t hurt.
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Jiang Che followed the Li family father and son to Li Huakong’s room. Li Huakong was sitting by the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.
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A woman, who looked to be in her fifties, placed the bowl of medicine Li Huakong had just drunk on a table nearby.
Seeing Li Zhiyong and the others arrive, she respectfully said, “Master, young master.”
Although Li Huakong hasn’t officially passed the position of head of the family to Li Zhiyong, in the eyes of the Li family members, Li Zhiyong was already the new head.
“You may leave.” Li Zhiyong responded indifferently, signaling her to leave.
After the caretaker left, Jiang Che frowned at Li Huakong’s vacant expression.
“Is he like this every day?”
“Yes.”
“For how long?”
“Over a year now, sigh...” Li Zhiyong sighed, looking at his father with a complicated expression.
If it were possible, he wouldn’t want his father to suffer like this. But the doctors already told him that Li Huakong was in the late stages of Alzheimer’s, and there was little hope.
How long he could live was left to fate. And since it was the late stages, Li Huakong’s condition was dire. He was erratic every day, speaking nonsense, and never clear-headed.
He slept when tired and ate when awake.