Chapter 427: Chapter 427

Jiang Xiaoxiao and Song Moting moved back to live with the Song family.

It’s not that they don’t want to enjoy their world of two, but since school starts soon, they actually won’t be at home for many days. It’s purely to make the elders happy.

Song Moting moved their luggage over, and shortly would return to pick up Jiang Xiaoxiao.

Jiang Xiaoxiao waved as she watched Song Moting go far, then prepared to go back inside.

Her parents and grandparents went today to meet her uncle’s prospective in-laws.

Uncle is of an age where marriage is a priority.

Jiang Xiaoxiao met Uncle’s former wife briefly before, but not the current one, Meng Chengyu.

As long as it’s not the previous aunt, at least Uncle won’t face family troubles.

Someone behind fell with a thud and groaned.

Jiang Xiaoxiao turned to see a middle-aged man had twisted his foot and was painfully holding his leg while smiling bitterly.

She went over, "Are you okay? If you trust me! I can take a look, I’ve studied medicine!"

Jiang Xiaoxiao felt her ’Holy Mother’ syndrome acting up again, unable to turn a blind eye due to a lifetime dedicated to healing and saving people.

Wei Guo looked at Jiang Xiaoxiao, "Alright, it’s just that I can’t get up."

Jiang Xiaoxiao bent down to examine his ankle closely; it seemed to be twisted, visibly swelling rapidly.

"You should apply a cold compress. I’ll either help you to my house for some icing until it gets better, or I can call your family to come pick you up."

Judging by his appearance, he didn’t seem like the type to scam people—dressed well, with a woolen Sun Yat-sen suit, a wool coat, and shiny leather shoes; his identity was evidently respectable.

She had no intentions of flattering; just lending a hand.

Wei Guo nodded politely, "Then I’ll trouble you, really sorry about this."

He reached out his hand, signaling Jiang Xiaoxiao for help.

Jiang Xiaoxiao hesitated briefly; this man clearly didn’t know politeness, probably used to being treated like royalty.

Oh well, don’t overthink when doing a good deed; she bent down to support Wei Guo, fortunately, he wasn’t too heavy.

Otherwise, she would let go, she’s pregnant after all, nothing’s more important than her child.

Jiang Xiaoxiao would never do anything that might harm her child.

Supporting Wei Guo into their big courtyard required walking through two alleys to her parents’, which she found troublesome.

Thankfully, Song Moting should be back in less than an hour.

Thank God it’s the New Year, with cold weather making the kitchen cistern ice over.

They rarely cooked themselves, being so close to Fan Xiuying, who would certainly be annoyed if they did.

The kitchen became decorative, and the cistern automatically followed.

Jiang Xiaoxiao directly chipped off some ice, wrapped it in a towel, and applied it to Wei Guo’s ankle.

Good thing the ice layer wasn’t thick, else where could she find ice?

Wei Guo held the towel himself, eyeing the furnishings in the room.

The furniture and decoration suggest the family paid attention, definitely arranging the house thoughtfully—comfortable, warm.

Jiang Xiaoxiao poured him a cup of hot tea.

"Comrade, may I know your surname? Please give me your family’s phone number, I’ll make a call to have them pick you up. Otherwise, in your current state, I’m afraid you won’t be able to walk back. Even if you do, the swelling might worsen, making the icing pointless."

Wei Guo provided a number.

Jiang Xiaoxiao paused, isn’t this Wu Fei’s number?

Who is Wu Fei to him?

"Sir, may I know your surname?"

"My surname is Wu, Wu Weiguo. When you call, tell her I’m her uncle; she’ll definitely come over immediately."

Jiang Xiaoxiao smiled, "Hello, Uncle Wu. Actually, Wu Fei is my friend. I didn’t realize you were her uncle. Let me call her then, please have a seat."

Wei Guo watched Jiang Xiaoxiao turn to make the call, his eyes misting slightly.

This child had been raised well, although not with her biological parents, her adoptive ones must have treated her excellently. This child is cheerful and very helpful, with a kind heart.

These traits couldn’t be seen in Ye Hua; this child doesn’t resemble Ye Hua.

Thankfully she wasn’t like Ye Hua, had she been as selfish and malicious.

He wouldn’t know how to face his daughter.

Upon hearing that her uncle was at Jiang Xiaoxiao’s, Wu Fei was shocked over the phone.

What kind of fate was this? Her uncle seldom went out, and just went out once, got injured, and happened to be brought home by Jiang Xiaoxiao.

Hearing Wu Fei hang up the phone, Mrs. Wu asked her granddaughter,

"What happened to your uncle?"

She overheard a bit about her eldest son on the phone, and it caught her attention.

Wu Fei cheerfully hugged her arm.

"Grandma, let me tell you, there’s nothing more coincidental. My uncle went out today for some reason, twisted his ankle, and coincidentally met Jiang Xiaoxiao. Xiao Xiao brought him back home, now applying ice, and asked me to pick him up."

Mrs. Wu’s eyes flickered, her eldest son, Doctor Jiang!

Her son looks almost identical to Jiang Xiaoxiao, although he doesn’t admit it, she always suspected some connection between Jiang Xiaoxiao and her eldest son.

Now this son twisted his foot near Jiang Xiaoxiao’s home.

If there’s really nothing going on here, even she wouldn’t believe it.

"Grandma will go with you. Doctor Jiang once helped Small Town, plus you’re good friends. It’s only right for us to go over; this time Doctor Jiang has helped your uncle again. If I don’t go, my conscience won’t be at ease."

Wu Fei opened her mouth slightly; that’s not what she meant, she didn’t mean for grandma to accompany her.

It’s New Year; bringing grandma along to Jiang Xiaoxiao’s, what’s that about?

Jiang Xiaoxiao’s having a good little life, bringing along such an elder mountain, she’d have to host them.

Oh well, grandma said she wanted to see uncle; what can she do but understand grandma’s concern for uncle’s foot.

It’s not unknown that grandma cares most about uncle in this family.

If only she hadn’t spoken earlier foolishly.

Grandma prepared a bunch of gifts, and the driver took them to the alleys by Jiang Xiaoxiao’s home.

Jiang Xiaoxiao was cooking at that moment.

No choice, Uncle Wu unabashedly requested some food, asking if she could make something simple?

Watching Uncle Wu stare hungrily made Jiang Xiaoxiao think of a golden retriever she once raised, always giving her that look for food.

Okay, comparing Uncle Wu to a golden retriever is inappropriate, but their gaze is the same, so making something simple should be alright.