Jiang Dongling’s illness came suddenly and was particularly severe. Doctors came and went, racking their brains, but could never find a way to treat him.
Completely helpless, he seemed to be suffering from a premature aging disease.
His bodily functions began to decline overnight, his hair turning snow-white, and wrinkles even appearing on his face.
He was beyond salvation.
Before dying, Jiang Dongling’s expression was particularly calm. His eyes even held a hint of anticipation, gazing directly into the distance, sighing softly to himself: How wonderful, I’ll soon see Guo’er.
He had exceptional manual skills from a young age, able to memorize anything with just a glance and quickly restore it completely after taking it apart. He was clear-headed with an incredibly high IQ, and from childhood to adulthood, he had never been second place, always first. He liked making small things.
For example, the glasses in his hand had a tiny hole on the side of the frame. When he gently touched it with his index finger, the lens would display the scene of Tang Jia’s bedroom.
Another example was his watch. When Tang Jia appeared within ten meters, the watch face would suddenly vibrate. The earring on his ear was actually a miniature camera with a small system that could automatically recognize Tang Jia.
Because of this earring that seemed inconsistent with his top student identity, Chu’s mother worried for a long time, thinking he had gone astray. Later, she was relieved to learn he was admiring a high-IQ female student celebrity and intentionally imitating her.
Chu Zheng looked through the lens at Tang Jia’s empty bedroom, confirmed the high-definition image, then satisfyingly put on the glasses, pursed his lips with a slight smile, and slowly walked out of the alley. The driver opened the door of the black car and kindly asked, “Did Young Master find what he likes?”
Chu Zheng had just sat in the car, paused at the words, his cheeks quickly turning rosy, somewhat shyly nodding: “I’ve found it, thank you for your concern, Uncle Wang.”
“Hehe, no need to thank me. I’m glad Young Master is happy.”
Uncle Wang had a loving father’s smile, knowing the young master had been well-behaved and sensible since childhood, and had grown up to be gentle, polite, and excellent in studies.
