Aunt Zhang also felt embarrassed: "It's nothing, the young man is young and energetic, I understand."
"Then is his stomach cancer still treatable?"
"It's hard to say...it needs further observation."
Jing Jiaren's heart sank: "I heard that you cured your husband's stomach cancer before. Didn't he come with you today?"
"His legs and feet were inconvenient, so he didn't come." Aunt Zhang replied, "I did help him cure gastric cancer with traditional Chinese medicine a few years ago, but their situations are different. I need to observe more."
"Please do your best..."
Next, Jing Jiaren deliberately played tricks on her family and tried to gain Aunt Zhang's favor.
Even if Ximen Longting didn't cooperate, he would throw cold water on her with some sarcastic remarks from time to time.
"Ximen Longting, do you still want to cure this disease?" Jing Jiaren glared at him.
"I don't want my woman to kowtow to anyone for me!"
He couldn't stand the fact that Jing Jiaren, who had always been so arrogant, was now so jealous of a servant.
"How can this be groveling? This is the most basic respect!"
"Respect?" He snapped his fingers arrogantly.
Wilson stepped forward and asked Ximen Longting what he ordered.
Wilson immediately went to the study on the second floor...
Jing Jiaren continued to engage in household chores, and Aunt Zhang became more relaxed, saying that Ximen Longting's situation was not the worst...
Just then, Wilson came over with a check and pen.
"How much does it cost? Just write the number on it." Wilson said, "As long as you can cure our young master's disease, you can give me whatever conditions you want."
"Ximen Longting, you are so rich!" Jing Jiaren glared.
She managed to build a relationship with her, only to be crushed by him.
Aunt Zhang’s expression was obviously awkward…
"Villas, fancy cars, huge sums of money - this is how I respect you."
Jing Jiaren: "..."
"Take the check. You can fill it in after you think about the data." Wilson handed over the check and emphasized, "Fill it in whatever you want."
"Aunt Zhang, he has no other intentions..."
"I understand," Aunt Zhang immediately took the check in her hand, "There is a great hope of curing this disease. As long as he cooperates with my medication, I don't think there is any big problem."
Jing Jiaren: "..." Does this mean that having money can make the world go round?
She had almost dried up her saliva just now, so Aunt Zhang had been reticent, but now that she had thrown the check, her attitude immediately changed.
Ximen Longting stroked Jing Jiaren's hair: "It turns out that she prefers my respectful way."
Jing Jiaren bit her lower lip, because people nowadays are so realistic, which has led to the formation of Ximen Longting's powerful worldview and deformed values.
"Our young master hates the smell of Chinese medicine. It smells so bad. Can it be improved?" Wilson asked.
"There's no problem with this... I can reduce the smell of the medicine. He doesn't just take the traditional Chinese medicine orally, but also takes a lot of medicinal baths and applies medicine, a two-pronged approach..."
Wilson took Aunt Zhang to discuss the condition, leaving Jing Jiaren sitting there with her back stiffened.
Ximen Longting stroked her shoulder: "Have you figured it out?"
"Ximen Longting, you are powerful now and have money to throw away...what if you have nothing in the future?"
"I have you." He curled his lips, "That's enough."
"Forget it..." Jing Jiaren doesn't want to change him. Anyway, he will be Young Master Ximen for the rest of his life, and he won't be left with nothing.