Chapter 125 Do You Remember?

"Dad, you're just an actor, what's there to be angry about?" Jian Jialang pushed Jian Sangyu aside and stood in front of Jian Sangyu like a protector, "Just talk, why are you doing it? Hit my sister?"

"Jian Jialang, it's none of your business, just stay aside!" As soon as Jian Jiayue saw Jian Jialang's appearance, a ball of fire began to rise in her heart.

"Jian Jiayue, shut up!" Jian Jialang has never been an obedient person in this family. If he really wants to be obedient, he can only listen to Jian Sangyu's words. "If you say that being an actor makes your family embarrassed by being in public, then I think it's ridiculous. What age are we? Actors are also artists. How can we be ashamed? Besides, our ancestors were not emperors and nobles. When did we have such rules? Also, dad, as a dad, you can't be partial. What is the difference between her and Jian Jiayue when it comes to public appearances? A host is also an artist, and an actor is also an artist. Who is superior and who is waiting? At least I got this status based on my true ability. She Jian Jiayue is not as good as my sister. She is not as good as a host. Didn’t you spend a lot of money and have many connections to get it for her?”

Jian Jialang's words were undoubtedly like a slap directly on Jian Jiayue's face.

"Jian Jialang!" Jian Jiayue's voice suddenly became sharp, "Sister, sister, I am your biological sister, why do you always help an outsider to bully me!"

"Jialang, don't talk nonsense." Mother Jian scolded her.

"Mom, I know you are partial, but you can't be so partial!" Jian Jialang finally couldn't help it and shouted at Jian Jiayue, "Jian Jiayue, I tell you, there are no outsiders in this family! Jian Sangyu will always be my Jian Jialang's sister, even if There is no blood relationship, and I only have this sister in my heart! In my heart, you are a selfish, cold-blooded and extreme person!"

"Okay Jialang." Jian Sangyu tugged at Jian Jialang who was standing in front of her. It was enough that he could do this for her, and she was satisfied.

"Sister, don't stop me! I've been holding some words in my heart for a long time! Today, I have to say it!" Jian Jialang growled and shook off Jian Sangyu's hand, "In my heart, my sister is the most important thing in this world. My dearest person, I had a high fever when I was a child. Dad, what were you doing? Mom, what were you doing? Do you remember?"

Jian Jialang's eyes were slightly red when he said this, "Dad was busy looking for happiness in Wenxiang Nephrite after socializing. Mom, you are addicted to playing mahjong with your little sisters. The nanny at home asked for leave and didn't come. My sister and I were so hungry at home that no one remembered. , my ten-year-old sister cooked noodles for me when I had a high fever, and she was scalded by boiling water. There is still a small scar on the instep of her foot. In the middle of the morning, there was no one at home, and I had a high fever and became delirious. My sister carried me on her back and walked out of the house to where there were people. She cried and begged people to take us to the hospital and begged the doctor to help me see a doctor. I will always remember that my sister was so thin when she was ten years old and her shoulders were very thin. When I was young, I will always remember my sister’s cry for help on the road, and I remember my sister holding my hand beside my hospital bed and telling me, brother, don’t be afraid, you will be fine after the injection.”

Jian Jialang raised his hand to wipe away his tears, "The doctor said at that time that if I went to the hospital a little later, I would be almost useless. So, although you and my mother gave birth to me, it was my sister who gave me a second life. "