Bigshot Gets Loved By All After Transmigrating Into A Book

Although the money that she had left was not enough to cover the surgery, the hospital realized he was gravely injured and needed surgery as quickly as possible. Delaying the surgery would mean the possibility of amputating his legs thus they quickly made the necessary arrangements.

 Jiang Ze Yu had on expensive branded clothes anyways. It was obvious that he was from a rich family so he would clearly have no problem paying for the surgery.

Jiang Ze Yu was disappointed that he could not find out the identity of his saviour.

He paid his medical fees by himself and remained in the hospital. He did not bother to tell his family.

When Mr. Jiang had been alive, the relationship between the four Jiang sons was already sour.

Once Mr. Jiang passed, they did not bother to try to keep the peace between each other. Three of them had moved out, leaving only the eldest brother, Jiang Cheng Lang, and their sister, Jiang Wan, at the family home.

When Jiang Ze Yu was better, he called Song Bi to pick him up from the hospital. He then recuperated in his Beijing home for some time, missing the college entrance exams for that year. He was forced to repeat his senior year and Song Bi, who did not pass his exams, was held back as well. He might as well go through the year again with Song Bi, he thought.

Jiang Ze Yu was lost in his own memories. Jiang Yu's medicine had been packed up.

She waved her hand in front of Jiang Ze Yu. "We can leave now."

Jiang Ze Yu had a weird expression on his face. He wondered if the incident that Jiang Yu referred to was the same one that he was thinking about.

If it was… Then the little girl… Was it possible?

Jiang Yu had already walked out.

Jiang Ze Yu followed after her. He was thinking about how to get more information out of Jiang Yu. If that little girl really was Jiang Yu, why wouldn't she admit it?

What was she worried about?

As he walked out of the shop, he saw a car parked by the roadside. Jiang Ze Yu stopped in his tracks.

"That's the Feng family car."

"The Feng family?"

Seeing that Jiang Yu had no clue, Jiang Ze Yu explained, "The Feng family is one of the most influential families in the capital."

Our Jiang family has a name but it had only started from our father's generation. The Feng family dynasty has been passed down for four generations. They were a real blueblood family with history and money that the Jiang family could not even begin to compare with.

"Each of their license plates is unique. With one look, you can recognise that this is the car of the Fifth Young Master Feng."

"Fifth Young Master Feng is the illegitimate son of Mr. Feng. I heard that he had been raising him outside of the family confines and only just recently brought him into the household. Fifth Young Master Feng's is also said to be disabled. He is blind and crippled, or so they say. I don't know much…"

Jiang Ze Yu was not in the habit of gossiping about others. He decided to stop. "I am only telling you this because you'd want to be careful. Now that you are a part of the Jiang family, you might have to interact with people from the Feng household in the future. It would be wise to be careful around them. The Feng family are not people to be trifled with."

Jiang Yu looked at the car. She felt like someone was watching her from inside the car.

"Let's not talk about the Feng family. You are from the Jiang family after all. Jiang Cheng Lang is an old-fashioned man. He didn't make things difficult for you, did he?"

"He's away on a business trip and has yet to return," Jiang Yu replied.

Jiang Ze Yu frowned. "With your cold personality, Jiang Cheng Lang definitely would not be favourable towards you. You should learn from Jiang Wan. Girls have to be more gentle if they want boys to like them."

Jiang Yu turned her attention to him and said in disgust, "So, you like girls like that? No wonder you are so blind."

Jiang Ze Yu said angrily, 'I am talking about Jiang Cheng Lang, not myself!"

"Then why are you asking me to change?"

"It was just a suggestion."

"It tells me a lot about your own tastes."

Jiang Ze Yu: '... Forget it, I don't argue with girls.'