Chapter 100: Grandma Ye Is Sick

“In this kind of situation, who knows if the boss can even make it through to see better days.
Dad, stop worrying so much about things that might never happen,”

What Jiang Yuan said was true, and it was something everyone already knew. Saying it aloud now was more like a subconscious reaction.
Clearly, some mental adjustment was still needed.

“Our daughter’s right. Things are still uncertain—we shouldn’t overthink it.
The weather’s been unpredictable for so long now, a lot of people haven’t made it. We were lucky, thanks to Jiang Yuan, to have started preparing early.
But I wonder… what happened to that kid?”

Her parents were still concerned about Jiang Yuan, which was quite touching—it showed that her influence had taken root in their hearts.

“I’m not sure either. After that, they started some secret experiments and weren’t allowed to bring any communication devices or anything like that.
But don’t worry—he’s a top-tier talent. I’m sure he’s being well protected.”

Qin Yue nodded, agreeing with her explanation.

“Sweetie, that classmate of yours really is a good one. Treated you well too.
If it weren’t for him, who knows where we’d be right now? And he even shared such classified info with you.
Be honest with Mom—does he like you? He’s not married yet, is he?”

“Mom, come on! Now you’re just getting carried away.”

“Why? I’m not wrong. You can’t stay single forever. You’re still young…”

Jiang Yuan couldn’t help but facepalm. How did the conversation turn into this? Totally speechless.
Sure enough, every single man or woman eventually faces this marriage-pressure conversation.

“Mom, please stop. Not now, not in the future either.
Jiang Yuan already has a girlfriend. We only chatted once, and he accidentally mentioned it.
If his girlfriend finds out, she’ll be upset. We can’t repay kindness with betrayal!”

Qin Yue clicked her tongue and looked regretful.
“Back in your school days, I thought that kid was great. Missed the chance… such a pity.”

“Dad, look at Mom! What is she even saying?
After what Xia Chaoyang did, I’ve honestly developed a bit of aversion to marriage, and she’s still going on about it…”

Jiang Yuan pouted pitifully, and Jiang Xingzhi immediately felt sorry for her.

“You see? Why bring this up? Rubbing salt in her wounds.”

Hearing this, Qin Yue finally shut up.
Though of course, she still had to defend herself a little.

Jiang Yuan had no choice. If she didn’t make her aversion clear enough, this subject would never be dropped.
Now, while it wouldn’t be a once-and-for-all solution, at least it would bring some peace for a while.
If her mom brought it up again next time, she’d just pull the “traumatized by a scumbag ex” card and paint herself as a strong-but-fragile single mom.

With the topic dropped, they all began organizing the supplies.
Jiang Yuan took the lead, carrying two bags up to the attic.
There was too much stuff in the house now—she had to start moving it into her space in a systematic way.

Jiang Xingzhi and Qin Yue didn’t stop her. They stayed downstairs organizing while she went back and forth five times, moving ten large bags of items.

Last time, she had already stored a lot of things in the space and had organized it neatly, but even then, there wasn’t much room left up there.
Technically, she was organizing—but she was mostly trying to make more space.

She selected items with shorter shelf lives and put them into her space.
Now in her space, many rooms had shelves installed.

To prevent forgetting what she stored, she categorized each storage room and stuck labels on the doors with notes about the contents.

A good memory can’t beat a bad pen, after all.
She might remember things now, but as time went on, it’d be easy to forget.
There were so many rooms—it’d be a huge waste of time to search one by one.

She had already stored most of the milk and yogurt in the space earlier.
Now, only the long shelf-life ones were left, which Qin Yue had packed into foam boxes, covering them with blankets.

It couldn’t be helped—temperatures dropped too low at night.
Jiang Yuan could just stash them in her space, where it was safe.

Suddenly, her mom called out:

“Sweetie, that girl from downstairs is here—come down.”

“Okay!”

Ye Mianmian had come over. So late at night… something must have happened.

She hurried downstairs. Jiang Xingzhi didn’t go out, but sat by the surveillance monitor, watching carefully.

“That kid from next door, Xiao Song, is outside.
Want me to go out with you?”

“I’ll go by myself, Dad. You wait inside. I’ll check what’s going on.”

“Alright.”

Ye Mianmian’s face was streaked with tears—obviously, she’d been crying. Something was definitely wrong.

Even though Jiang Xingzhi didn’t follow her out, he kept an eye on everything through the surveillance.

“That’s Ye Mianmian?”

“Yeah, looks like it. Let’s see what’s going on.”

They opened the door and saw Ye Mianmian standing anxiously outside.

“Brother Song, Sister Yuan—my grandma’s sick. She has a high fever, and we don’t have any medicine at home.
Could you… could you help me?”

As she spoke, her expression crumpled, and she looked like she was about to kneel.

Jiang Yuan quickly unlocked and opened the outer door.

“Mianmian, get up! What are you doing?”

She rushed to support her.

“Sister Yuan, my grandma… she’s burning up. I’m scared.”

“Don’t worry—I’ll go check and see if I have any fever medicine.”

Beside her, Song Yi frowned and said calmly,
“You stay here with her. I’ve got some at home—I’ll get it.”

When Ye Mianmian heard that Song Yi had medicine, she immediately looked up.

“Thank you! Thank you so much, Brother Song. sob sob sob…”

“It’s alright, Mianmian. Don’t cry.
How did your grandma suddenly get a fever?”

“When we went out earlier, she was worried, so she stayed up waiting and got chilled.
When I came back, I didn’t notice at first. By the time I did, it was worse…
I’m so useless, Sister Yuan—I didn’t take care of her properly.”

Jiang Yuan sighed. Anyone would be scared in this situation—especially since her grandma was already old.

“Mianmian, don’t blame yourself. The important thing now is to solve the problem.
You need to pull yourself together—if you fall apart, who will take care of her?”

Ye Mianmian wiped her tears and sniffled.
She could still listen to Jiang Yuan’s words, even though she was terrified and on the verge of breaking down.

Song Yi returned quickly with half a bag of medicine.

“There’s cold medicine, fever reducers, and a thermometer. Let’s go check on her.”

“Okay!”

The three of them hurried downstairs.

Zhang Kaiyang was waiting at the door. When he saw them coming back, he handed each of them a mask.
In a crisis, you had to be cautious—if the illness was contagious, it could be serious.

Inside, supplies were stacked everywhere. Grandma Ye was lying in bed, frowning and visibly restless.

“Grandma, wake up. Let me take your temperature first.”

Ye Mianmian gently held the thermometer, her voice soft and full of concern.