After the divorce, the aloof female CEO was filled with regret.

"Hmm," Jiang Yuwei replied casually, seemingly uninterested.

Li Jingxiu was overjoyed, thinking that Jiang Yuwei had agreed to let him work there, but he was proven wrong the next second.

“I don’t keep idle people here. With your qualifications and experience, you are not qualified to work for the Jiang Group.”

Li Jingxiu's face immediately froze, "Sister Yuwei..."

My lips started to curl upwards involuntarily, and then I heard a scolding coming from the other end of the phone.

"Who gave you permission to call me that? You have no sense of propriety or shame. Is this how your family raised you?"

"Your face isn't even half as handsome as Ye Qiu's. You're brainless and incompetent. What does Ye Qiu have to fear from you? Is he afraid of you going crazy?"

Li Jingxiu's hand holding the phone began to tremble, and his face was extremely pale.

I couldn't help but start laughing when I heard Jiang Yuwei say, "Ye Qiu, I know you're right next to me, answer the phone quickly."

Upon hearing this, I quickly grabbed the phone and pressed the hang-up button.

Li Jingxiu stared at the phone that had already been hung up, his face contorted with rage. This grown man was trembling with anger.

I clicked my tongue twice. Jiang Yuwei has always been sharp-tongued, but judging from today, she seems to be in a good mood.

I patted Li Jingxiu on the shoulder and could clearly feel the resentment in his eyes caused by anger, which made me feel a little relieved.

I smiled and said, "Li Jingxiu, stop dreaming about being a mistress who can become your wife."

Li Jingxiu glared at me and said angrily, "You must have been talking nonsense to Sister Yuwei, otherwise she wouldn't have said such things to me, you bastard."

As he spoke, he shoved me aside and stormed off.

I stumbled a couple of steps after he bumped into me, and I laughed in anger.

They are neither talented nor virtuous, and instead of trying to improve themselves, they want to achieve instant success.

He was rejected and then tried to shift the blame onto others; what a scoundrel.

I ignored him and went downstairs on my own. But before leaving home, I went to the study. At that moment, Ye Zhenguo was in front of the computer, fiddling with something.

When he saw me arrive, he didn't give me a friendly look and kept his head down, busy with his own things.

I walked up to the table and got straight to the point: "Dad, give me some money."

Ye Zhenguo's expression immediately turned ugly, and without looking up, he asked, "What are you doing?"

“My parents-in-law haven’t been feeling well lately, so I bought them some tonics and sent them over.”

Upon hearing that it was for Jiang Yuwei's parents, Ye Zhenguo's originally gloomy face froze. He impatiently picked up his phone to transfer money to me, but suddenly stopped.

"Don't you have any money on you? All you do is come to me for money every day."

I saw his gloomy face, but his tone was calm.

"That's all. We can't be too stingy when buying them things, can we?"

I really didn't have any money. Growing up, my dad almost never gave me any money. My mom would occasionally give me a little, but she didn't have any control over the finances and was also struggling financially. So, starting in high school, I began drawing illustrations and earned some money.

But I'm a simp who's given up all his dignity. I used to have a little savings, but after getting married, I spent it all on pleasing Jiang Yuwei's family, and I'm penniless now.

Ye Zhenguo's sharp, cunning eyes scrutinized me from head to toe for a long time.

Finally, perhaps because he felt I wasn't lying, he relented and readily transferred 20,000 yuan to me.

"Buy your mother-in-law some nice things, pick the expensive ones, okay? Don't worry about the money, if it's not enough, just ask me for more."

I gave him a disdainful look; I couldn't stand his fawning and obsequious manner, it was disgusting.

In his heart, everyone else is more important than me and my mother.

When we are sick, he always tries to save every penny he can, complaining to us that making money is not easy, and that we should just tough it out when we are sick.

For more than 20 years, he has not fulfilled any of his responsibilities as a father, and he has let my mother down for all she has done for this family.

But when it comes to the Jiang family and his aunt and son, he becomes a completely different person, extremely generous.

So everyone thought he was good, which was really ironic.

I looked at the money in my hand, my eyes cold, and left without a second thought.

I took a taxi to the hospital and paid the bill.

"How is the patient in bed number thirteen doing now?" I asked.

The nurse glanced at the report. "His condition has stabilized; he should wake up soon."

I thanked him and found his ward. There he was, a bearded man wearing an oxygen mask, lying quietly on the bed, his face pale.

This is the disabled man I saw in front of the tombstone.

I went over and tucked the blanket around him. I saw his eyelashes flutter slightly, and then he slowly opened his eyes.

He looked at me blankly, and with difficulty opened his dry, cracked lips to ask, "Where is this?"

"Hospital, you collapsed yesterday due to a sudden heart attack. If I hadn't brought you here in time, you might be dead by now, Uncle."

That's right, he's my maternal uncle, my mother's younger brother, and he's probably more than ten years older than me.

Looking at his current dejected state, I was momentarily confused about what had happened.

I don't keep in touch with my maternal grandfather's family much, and I know very little about their family. I only know that they look down on Ye Zhenguo, a penniless gigolo.

When the family was in financial difficulty, my mother went to my maternal grandfather's house for help, but to no avail.

Later, when my mother passed away, they did not attend her funeral. As a result, I completely cut off contact with them, and I did not contact them until my death in my previous life.

But I never expected that yesterday, at my mother's tombstone, my uncle would travel thousands of miles to see her despite his disability.

The moment he saw me, his eyes were red-rimmed, his lips were pursed in a serious tone, and tears rolled down his cheeks one by one. It took him a long time to finally manage to squeeze out a single sentence.

"She left, why didn't she tell us?"

I was surprised to see his tears flowing down his face, and he seemed unaware of when my mother had passed away.

I was about to speak when he suddenly clutched his chest, gasped for breath, and fainted in agony.

"Uncle!" I was startled and quickly gave him some nitroglycerin tablets and rushed him to the hospital for emergency treatment.

The doctor also said that it was fortunate that he was brought in in time, otherwise he would not have been able to be saved. My uncle died young in my previous life, and I did not attend the funeral, but I vaguely remember the time, it seems to have happened in the last two days.

So, did I unintentionally save my uncle's life?

"Ye Qiu," the uncle began, still asking the same question that hadn't been answered, "Why didn't you tell us when my sister passed away?"

I pursed my lips and explained, "She died of illness more than half a year ago. I thought Dad had already informed you, so I didn't notify you separately."

I initially thought they were severing ties with my family and were unwilling to come and see my mother off on her final journey.

Surprisingly, they were completely unaware of it.

He closed his eyes tightly, his expression growing increasingly pained; he seemed unable to accept my mother's death.

In my limited memory, my uncle was a very good person.

When I was little, I would always visit my maternal grandfather's house, and he would take me along to play. He would also take me with him when he went out with his friends and buy me all sorts of delicious food.

Back then, he was full of vigor and always scored the most points among his friends in basketball. But as I grew up, our relationship gradually drifted apart, and with some misunderstandings, we eventually became strangers.

"Uncle, what happened at Grandpa's house? Why are you like this? What happened to your leg?"