From the nurses’ conversation, she guessed that the person they were talking about was Lin Yuzhu.
The enemy of one’s enemy is a friend.
The nurses looked at one another, all wearing expressions of disbelief.
“What? Are you saying that Lin Tianbao, who was sent to the hospital yesterday, and Lin Yuzhu are… real brother and sister?”
Yesterday, the two men, stuck together, had been carried into the hospital. Such explosive news spread through the entire hospital in less than an hour. The nurses had witnessed it firsthand at the front desk. After going home, they’d also heard neighbors gossiping that the young man was a newly hired steel factory worker who had sold himself to the factory director for the sake of his future.
To think that man was actually Lin Yuzhu’s biological brother—this was beyond shocking.
Hadn’t she always said her father was a big factory director and that her family background was excellent? If her background were really that good, why would her brother need to sell his body just to curry favor with a director for a promotion?
There was only one answer.
She had lied!!!
Who would’ve thought that Lin Yuzhu wasn’t just a scheming white lotus, but also a pathological liar.
Li Jiyue nodded firmly. “Yes, they’re siblings. Is there a problem?”
Nurse A sneered with undisguised schadenfreude.
“Grandma Lin, Yuzhu said her dad is a big factory director, yet your grandson still had to work so hard. Truly admirable—admiration from the depths of my soul.”
She liked Fu Chunsheng too. She was jealous, resentful, and hateful—why did such an ordinary Lin Yuzhu get Dr. Fu’s love?
“What big factory director?” Li Jiyue cried. “My son is just an ordinary worker! That black-hearted, lazy son and daughter-in-law of mine never worked hard themselves. They forced my grandson to make something of himself, saying they couldn’t let the future in-laws look down on Lin Yuzhu, that money-losing girl. My poor grandson was forced down a dead end—what a sin, what a sin!”
She stomped her feet as she spoke, crying with old tears streaming down her face, bowing her head to wipe away her bitter tears.
Nurse B sympathized with the elderly woman and quickly said,
“Ma’am, Lin Tianbao is in Room 205. You can go straight up.”
Li Jiyue lowered her head, her short hair hanging down to hide her face, and nodded.
“…Alright, thank you, comrade nurse.”
“You’re welcome.”
As soon as she walked away, the nurses erupted.
Nurse B said, “They all have the surname Lin—can’t be wrong.”
Nurse A curled her lips mockingly.
“Their biological father is clearly just an ordinary worker, yet she keeps bragging in front of us every day about how her dad is a big factory director and how much he earns. Now the truth’s out. Liar. I’ll definitely expose her true face in front of Dr. Fu.”
Meanwhile, Li Jiyue was “huffing and puffing” as she struggled up the stairs, gasping with every step. Hearing the nurses’ chatter, the corner of her lips lifted slightly in a smug smile.
She loved borrowing others’ strength the most.
Hee hee!
The system probed cautiously, “Master, this move of yours is brilliant. Once the male lead sees that white lotus for who she really is, with your excellence and beauty, he’ll come back and fall in love with you again.”
Li Jiyue replied, “Fall head over heels my ass. Scumbags cheat.”
The system asked in surprise, “Even the male lead would cheat?”
“The male lead is still a man. There isn’t a single good person among the protagonists of this book.”
“Don’t worry, Master. I’ll definitely find you a good man.”
Using its powerful search function, the system would surely be able to screen a perfect, high-quality man to have children with its master.
Li Jiyue smiled without warmth. “Dog system, thank you very much.”
This damned system was more eager to push marriage than elders in her previous life—nagging, nagging, nagging, like it was rushing to reincarnate. She’d just find a sterile man to piss the damn system off.
She arrived at Room 205. Lin Fugui and his wife had just gone out—one to go home to get money to pay the medical fees, the other to the cafeteria to get food.
There was no one in the ward except Lin Tianbao. He had seven stitches in his backside and was lying prone on the bed, cursing nonstop.
“Fuck her mother! Once I’m better, I’ll definitely kill that damned bitch! How dare she scheme against me! I’ll wipe out her ancestors eighteen generations back! Once I’m discharged, I’ll dig up the graves of the Li family!”
After cursing, he slammed the headboard.
“Bang!”
The movement was too big and pulled at the freshly stitched wound.
“Hiss—ah~”
“Big grandson, I’ve come to see you, heh heh!”
Li Jiyue smiled without smiling and leaned in close.
“Ah!”
Lin Tianbao turned his head and was startled by her bark-like wrinkled face and eerie smile. He instinctively flipped backward, plopping his butt straight onto the wound. The pain made him suck in a sharp breath.
“Hiss~”
His bloodshot eyes glared viciously at Li Jiyue as he cursed fiercely.
“You—you damned old hag! Who are you? Who’s your grandson? Get lost, get lost, get lost!”
“Grandson, I’m your grandma. How can you not recognize me? I’ll beat you to death, you ungrateful thing.”
Li Jiyue swung her cane at his back.
“Bang! Bang!”
She even circled around, trying to keep hitting him.
Lin Tianbao grabbed the cane and shoved hard.
“Aiyo, aiyo.”
She pretended to fall, grabbing the edge of the bed and squatting behind him. A syringe appeared in her hand, and she stabbed it straight into his butt.
Lin Tianbao hurt all over, especially the wound on his backside—it felt like it was about to split open. The pain was so unbearable it made life worse than death, and he barely registered that small sting.
Furious, he spat threats.
“Who’s your grandson? You stupid old hag got the wrong person. Get out now, or I’ll be rude to you—ah!”
If killing weren’t illegal, he would’ve killed this damned old woman. She’d made his wound split open—he was in agony.
After finishing the injection, Li Jiyue put the syringe back into her space, straightened up while holding her aching waist, and slowly shuffled toward the door, still muttering curses.
“Aiyo, I’m old and my eyes don’t work anymore—I mistook you for someone else. My grandson would never hit me. You damn hooligan beating an old person, no respect for the elderly or love for the young. I curse you to have children without an asshole…”
No sooner had she stepped out of Room 205 than furious shouting came from next door, Room 206.
“Pah! Ptoo! You actually dare give me cold water?”
It was Liao Haiping’s voice. His family wasn’t there either. When the nurse came to do rounds, he told her to pour him some water. She casually poured a cup from the kettle on the table. After taking a sip and realizing it was cold, he slammed the enamel mug hard onto the table.
“Bang—!”
In a commanding tone, he barked, “I want hot water. Go fetch hot water for me.”
The nurse explained, “I’m the nurse doing rounds, not your family caregiver. Fetching water isn’t part of a nurse’s duties.”
If the patient’s attitude were a bit better, she wouldn’t have minded helping fetch some water. But this patient’s attitude was downright vile. Who wasn’t raised by parents? She wasn’t about to indulge someone like him.
Hearing the nurse dare refuse him, Liao Haiping grew even more hostile.
“I’m a patient and can’t move. My family isn’t here. You’re the nurse responsible for this ward—what, will it kill you to fetch me a pot of hot water? Helping people is your duty! If you don’t go, I’ll file a complaint. I know your hospital director and department heads. Believe it or not, I can get you fired!”
The nurse was a young girl. Hearing this, she was so angry she was on the verge of tears. Afraid of losing her stable job and knowing she couldn’t afford to offend him, she could only swallow her anger. With reddened eyes, she picked up the kettle and went to fetch water.
“Fine, I’ll go.”
As soon as she walked away, Li Jiyue entered the ward.
Liao Haiping, lying prone, thought the nurse had come back. Most of the time he was the one on top; he’d only been on the receiving end once or twice and wasn’t seriously injured. But his hemorrhoids had burst and needed four or five stitches, so he could only lie on his stomach to recuperate.
Hearing footsteps behind him, he curled his lips into a smug, bullying grin and snorted.
“Hmph! At least you know better. Do you know who I am? I’m a steel factory director—I manage hundreds of people. Serve me well and you’ll get your benefits later.”
Li Jiyue pulled a grotesque face and leaned close to him.
“Heh heh! Give me back my life!”
Her voice was hoarse and hideous, like a vengeful ghost from hell.
Ever since this bastard surnamed Liao became a director, no one knew how many innocent young women he’d ruined—driving them to jump into rivers, hang themselves, or commit suicide. He’d then compensate their families with money or job arrangements to placate them.
“A ghost!”
Liao Haiping had just woken up from surgical anesthesia and had only taken a little liquid food. His mind was muddled, and with a guilty conscience on top of that, he panicked. He grabbed the blanket, covered his head, and trembled violently.
“Don’t come over, don’t come over!”
“Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid. I’m not a ghost. I’m Lin Tianbao’s grandma. You two did that kind of thing together, so that makes you half my granddaughter-in-law. I was just next door visiting him—he asked me to come check on you. You want hot water, right? I’ll feed you. Heh heh!”
As she spoke, Li Jiyue yanked off his blanket, poured scalding hot water from the thermos into the enamel mug on the table, and dropped in two laxative pills. She tore open the blanket again, pinched his jaw, and poured the hot water straight down his throat.
You want hot water? Then drink more.
Liao Haiping tried to pry her hand away, only to discover in horror that he wasn’t even stronger than this old woman. He couldn’t break free at all. How could this be? Could this damned old woman really be a vengeful spirit come to claim his life?
“Ugh…”
The scalding hot water rushed down his throat like fire, quickly burning his esophagus and stomach.
Someone help!
Help!
Someone, save him!
He was only in his fifties—he hadn’t lived enough yet. He didn’t want to die.