Crippled Master's Young Wife

Jiang Lingyun went to the ward and saw Wang Jing's intravenous drip had just finished. He hurriedly called a nurse over.    

Wait. The nurse took the intravenous drip bottle away. Wang Jing touched her delicate hand and looked at Jiang Lingyun. She hesitated and said, "Mr Jiang, didn't you go back? Did you fight with that sister because of me?"    

Jiang Lingyun's expression was not very good. Thinking of Wenn Ruoqing's attitude towards him, Wang Jing felt a little uneasy.    

That elder sister was so fierce. She was really afraid that she would not allow Jiang Lingyun to take care of her again.    

"Don't worry, it is not a big deal."    

Jiang Lingyun sat on the sofa and rubbed his swollen temples. His gaze touched Wang Jing's timid eyes. He smiled and said, "Little Jing, I said I intend to sponsor you to go to school. Do you want to reenroll in senior high school and then get into a famous university?"    

He would make arrangements for Wang Jing first and then make other plans.    

Hearing this, Wang Jing shook her head repeatedly.    

"Mr Jiang, I don't want to go back to high school. Actually, my grades are only average. Even if I go back to high school, I won't be able to get into university. If I don't get into a good university, I'm afraid I'll embarrass you. "    

Her grades were only average, not top.    

Besides, she didn't really like going to school.    

"I'm not afraid of losing face. It's just that if you don't go to college, what do you want to do? What's your hobby? "    

Jiang Lingyun asked casually.    

Wang Jing thought for a while and opened her mouth to say something but stopped herself.    

Seeing this, Jiang Lingyun smiled and said, "What's wrong? Is it not easy to speak?"    

Wang Jing pursed her lips and shook her head. She lowered her eyes slightly.    

"Mr Jiang, if I say that I like to sing, do you think that I did not make a mistake?"    

She liked to sing and dance since she was young.    

But she also knew that with her family background, it was impossible for her to do artistic work.    

She could only keep this hobby in her heart.    

And now, when Jiang Lingyun said he wanted to sponsor her, her first thought was that there might be a chance.    

She didn't want to work in a boring job. She wanted to develop in this direction.    

Hearing Wang Jing's words, Jiang Lingyun smiled and said, "It's a good thing to like singing. How can it be called not doing proper work?"    

He could also tell that this girl's voice was not bad.    

If she really liked to sing, then she could develop in this direction.    

"But uncle and aunt all say that about me. But, my grandmother said that my voice is like an oriole. Mr Jiang, if you don't mind, I'll sing a song for you!"    

Wang Jing opened her beautiful big eyes and looked at Jiang Lingyun with watery eyes, making people unconsciously soften their hearts.    

Jiang Lingyun smiled and nodded," Okay, sing a song for me to hear. "    

"En."    

A trace of excitement flashed across Wang Jing's face. She nodded heavily and quickly got off the bed.    

She cleared her throat and looked forward to sing.    

The woman's figure was slender. The large hospital gown made her figure look even more delicate and slender.    

Her voice was soft and sweet, and coupled with her beautiful facial features and big eyes that could speak, it was pleasing to the ears.    

Her voice was not bad. Although her standard was only ordinary, if she went through professional training, she might be a rare talent.    

Jiang Lingyun listened quietly. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and a trace of praise flashed in his eyes.    

If she really liked singing, then he would help her realize this dream.    

After the song ended, Wang Jing looked at Jiang Lingyun and said apologetically, "Mr Jiang, did I sing very badly?"