Plunder-Chapter 279 I Want to Know the Truth About That Year
Zhou Jin’an, although suspicious, always took great care with the tasks Qiao En entrusted to him.
That evening, he made a phone call to a friend in the United States who studied medicine and quickly managed to procure the medicine.
In just three days, the related drugs had been sent over, with the sender conscientiously listing the usual precautions and alternative medications that could be taken.
"Your items have arrived."
When Zhou Jin’an presented the medicine box shipped from across the ocean to Qiao En, she was extremely surprised.
"So soon?"
"I knew you were anxious, so I specifically instructed them to send it by air."
Zhou Jin’an explained.
Qiao En hurriedly opened the box and, seeing the medications and list, laughed with joy.
"Hubby, thank you."
Qiao En wasn’t good at sweet talk, but Zhou Jin’an sometimes deliberately teased her.
His face darkened as he pretended to be angry and took the medicine and list from Qiao En’s hands.
"Hmm, just a thank you?"
He looked at Qiao En haughtily.
"What else then?"
Qiao En pretended to be clueless.
Zhou Jin’an wasn’t satisfied, bent his knees to lower his height, and then pointed at his cheek.
"Here."
His implication was clear.
Between spouses, this wasn’t taking advantage of the situation but rather a bit of fun.
Qiao En looked around; Sister Rong was tidying up in the living room.
"Tonight then."
She gave her promise and reached out to take the medicine box.
Zhou Jin’an, however, did not comply and maintained his previous posture.
"Miss this chance and there won’t be another shop in the village."
Qiao En covered her mouth and laughed, "You’re really childish."
Yet even though she said that, the moment Sister Rong stepped into the kitchen, she quickly pecked Zhou Jin’an’s cheek.
A kiss light as a dragonfly’s touch left Zhou Jin’an unsatisfied.
He pouted, "Not enough."
Before the words had even fallen, Qiao En raised her hand and wiped the spot she had just kissed.
"I take it back."
Pampered and proud, she turned and walked away.
This time, Zhou Jin’an immediately followed.
"Wife, another kiss, please."
He again bent his knees and brought his cheek close to Qiao En’s face.
This shameless solicitation for kisses was really unlike his usual style.
But Qiao En indulged him and lightly pecked his cheek again.
After the kiss, she didn’t wait for Zhou Jin’an to react and immediately took the medicine box from his hands.
"Thanks."
"What do you need this medicine for?" Zhou Jin’an asked as he followed her.
But Qiao En had already left the yard, and she teased, "You’ll find out later."
Qiao En took the medicine and went straight to the old house by taxi.
Outside the yard, she rang the doorbell, and Uncle Zhong came to open the door.
Upon seeing Qiao En standing there holding something unknown, he glanced at her indifferently, "Mrs. Zhou doesn’t want to see you; you should leave."
He said dismissively.
Qiao En was not annoyed, "I have something Mrs. Zhou desperately wants, Uncle Zhong. If you don’t believe me, give this to her."
She took a box of ointment from the medicine box and handed it to Uncle Zhong, "Please make sure to pass it on to Mrs. Zhou."
After saying this, she left without lingering.
However, Qiao En’s steps were very slow, as if deliberately waiting for someone.
Uncle Zhong was skeptical, but he had no intention of giving the item to Mrs. Zhou.
Just as he was about to dispose of the ointment in his hands, Yao Jian came out from inside.
"Uncle Zhong, what is that in your hand?"
Yao Jian asked.
"It’s nothing."
He casually tossed it into the nearest trash can.
After he left, Yao Jian retrieved the tube of ointment.
Although it was all in English, he recognized it instantly—it was the ointment he had been seeking but unable to obtain.
That type of ointment was available from only one hospital in the United States and was not readily sold to the public.
"Ah Jian, what are you holding there?"
Yao Chuman suddenly appeared, noticing Yao Jian holding a tube of ointment, lost in thought.
Yao Jian didn’t speak but quickly walked towards the house.
"Uncle Zhong, where did this ointment come from?"
His expression was very tense.
Uncle Zhong slightly hunched his back, "It was brought by that woman."
He didn’t want to say another word beyond that.
Uncle Zhong’s misunderstanding of Qiao En had a history.
Zhou Zhendong had died of rage after seeing those explicit photos, so naturally, Uncle Zhong attributed Zhou Zhendong’s death to Qiao En.
"Which woman?"
Ah Jian did not understand at that moment and asked suspiciously.
Uncle Zhong seemed like he wanted to say more but hesitated, his face was not looking good.
"A weasel paying a visit to a chicken, never a good intention."
He murmured to himself and walked out of the room. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞
"What is this ointment?"
Yao Chuman walked in again and sat down next to Yao Jian.
In the kitchen, traditional medicine was being simmered, and the air was filled with the smell of herbal medicine.
"This is a medicine specifically for the disease I have; it can’t be bought domestically."
"So, what you mean is, she already knows what disease you have, and she also kindly helped you get this special medicine?"
Yao Chuman asked.
Ah Jian nodded.
Yao Chuman was a smart person, she quickly grasped Qiao En’s intention.
She was playing to his interests, naturally to have Yao Chuman reveal the past truth.
"Could she have an ulterior motive?"
Yao Jian was cautious.
"Yes, she needs something from me."
Yao Chuman said, arms folded, a hint of indifference flashing in her eyes.
Just a tube of ointment and she expects me to talk?
Complete fantasy.
But what she hadn’t anticipated was that Yao Jian would give her a wake-up call.
"No, sister, it’s us who need her."
"What do I need her for?"
Yao Chuman was dismissive.
Ah Jian grasped the tube of ointment and said, "I need at least one tube of this ointment every week now. It’s a rare medication and hard to buy. Since she can get hold of this ointment, it also means she has the connections to get more. Moreover, since she knows what illness I have, based on the resources of Jin’an Zhou, he could completely prevent me from buying this medicine."
"Ah Jian, don’t be so pessimistic, your illness will get better."
Yao Chuman comforted him.
But Ah Jian just gave a bitter smile and shook his head, "Sister, I know my own body. This disease is little researched currently. Only one professor in the United States is studying it, and his drugs are limited."
By saying this much, he frankly laid out his intentions very clearly.
Yao Chuman dejectedly drooped her head, seeing herself asking Qiao En for help was pure fantasy.
After all, she was the legally wedded wife of the Zhou family, and what was Qiao En, really?
"Anyway, I won’t ask her."
Yao Chuman was adamant.
"Sister, then I’ll ask her."
In the face of death, one exhibits an intense will to survive.
That was exactly the case for Yao Jian at the moment.
He got up and started to walk outside, Yao Chuman initially resisted, but soon her heart softened.
"Forget it, you should rest. I’ll go see her."
She swayed gracefully as she walked outside.
"Weren’t you looking for me? Where are you?"
Yao Chuman reached the gate and immediately dialed Qiao En’s number.
She didn’t expect that Qiao En was standing under the big tree across from the old house.
Seeing Yao Chuman come out, Qiao En’s hanging heart finally settled.
She waved at Yao Chuman.
"Auntie Man, did you need something from me?"
Qiao En adopted an air of decorum.
At her feet was a box containing several tubes of ointment and some other items.
If what Ah Jian said was true, the items in this box could save Ah Jian’s life.
In the face of life, what does face mean anyway?
"Well, sell me the medicine in that box, and from now on, I’ll take as much as you have."
Yao Chuman switched to business mode.
Qiao En was not annoyed and just smiled along.
"Auntie Man, you’re fine, what do you need this medicine for?"
Qiao En played dumb and did not expose her.
Yao Chuman was shallow-minded, not one to keep secrets.
"I’ll be honest with you, these medicines could save someone very important to me. So—"
Before Yao Chuman could finish her sentence, Qiao En cut her off.
"Auntie Man, just tell me the truth about what happened back then, and I will give you these medicines, including this prescription I have in my hand."
