Author: Qi Chu Jiu

I can be proactive, but I can't be passive, right?

A question made people around him feel the sadness in Jiang Donghua's heart.

Being pushed in by my favorite brother, I must have felt so heartbroken and confused at that moment.

That's probably it. Jiang Dongcheng still remembers Jiang Donghua's expression after he was pushed in. That heartbroken and worried look is a nightmare that Jiang Dongcheng will never get rid of.

"Why not? Aren't we all going to die? You die for me, what's wrong with that?"

Jiang Dongcheng went completely crazy. He stood up from the ground and bravely stepped forward.

Jiang Xia, who was behind, parked her wheelchair and stood in front of Jiang Donghua.

"Need not."

Jiang Donghua raised a hand to stop Jiang Xia's move. His eyes were clear and majestic, looking at Jiang Dongcheng who stood up without fear.

After standing up, Jiang Dongcheng lost most of his courage to move forward when he looked at Jiang Donghua.

"You——you——I——you have no evidence!"

Jiang Dongcheng's words "You have no evidence" made people around him not only look down upon, but also despise him.

Scumbag, you are all complimenting him.

Jiang Donghua was in the wheelchair, his chest shook, and he laughed from the inside out.

“Hehehe—hahahahaha—good, good, good!”

"Jiang Dongcheng, from the time I appeared until now, even if you say sorry, I will forgive you, but what about you?"

"I have no evidence? You are right, I have no evidence, I really don't."

Jiang Donghua shook his head with a smile and looked at Jiang Dongcheng for the last time: "Thank you, I have no guilt for so many years. Thank you for so many years, but I have only become worse. Thank you for making the next thing much easier."

"Jiang Xia, push me back."

"Yes, uncle."

"Well, what is your name, uncle? You have forgotten that Jiang Dongcheng has severed the father-son relationship with you."

Jiang Xia suddenly realized, took out a copy of the newspaper from his pocket, and unfolded it: "You are right, Jiang Dongcheng has nothing to do with me, you, or my grandfather."

"Look at my memory, how could I forget it?"

A newspaper announcing the severance of relations was not new at all. At that time, there were many such people or things.

Jiang Donghua, who was in a wheelchair, sang and said in harmony: "It doesn't matter, we will keep the newspaper. We will remember it after we go back and read it a few times."

"let's go."

"Why!"

Jiang Xia pushed the wheelchair, without even giving Jiang Dongcheng a glance. The two men, one tall and one short, got into a car with a very bad license plate and left.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, darkness gradually fell, and Jiang Dongcheng had a premonition of being swallowed up.

The people watching the excitement around had eaten a huge melon and walked around Jiang Dongcheng one by one, anxious to share and spread it and contribute a small amount to the cause of gossip.

Jiang Dongcheng's limited rationality gradually returned to him, making him stand on the spot, muttering: "It's all fake, no one knows, it's all fake."

Until this moment, he didn't want to believe that Jiang Donghua was still alive.

In his heart, he didn't want Jiang Donghua to live. This was something Jiang Donghua understood clearly, and it was also the point of Jiang Donghua's disappointment.

Jiang Dongcheng returned home in despair. For the first time, he did not talk to Xiao Yan and entered the room alone.

Xiao Yan didn't have any worries. Instead, she felt relaxed and didn't even think of going upstairs to ask.

She just called Jiang Xia to come for dinner. Jiang Xia, who was a little dazed, sat down, looked around and asked, "Where's Dad?"

"He's tired, let's eat first."

After Jiang Xia heard this, he took a clean bowl, took out some food and put it aside.

"Keep it for dad."

Xiao Yan looked at the sensible and filial Jiang Xia with love in her eyes and heartache in her heart. Why couldn't God give such a well-behaved child a good head?

"Xiaxia is good."

A forced smile appeared on Xiao Yan's face, but Jiang Xia didn't notice it. He just nodded vigorously and started to eat with big mouthfuls. The food was sweet and clean.

After the two of them finished eating, the servants began to clear the table. Jiang Xia went upstairs alone with the food and gave it to Jiang Dongcheng.

On the second floor, there were several knocks on the door, which made Jiang Dongcheng inside the house shout with some anticipation: Come in.

"Dad - eat. I feel uncomfortable if I don't eat, and I can't sleep."

Jiang Xia, who was holding the food, covered his stomach and acted out how uncomfortable it would be, and placed a bowl of food on the small table beside the bed.

Jiang Dongcheng, who was lying on the bed, was a little disappointed when he saw that the person who came in was not Xiao Yan, but when he saw Jiang Xia, he felt a little bit really happy.

During the meal, Jiang Dongcheng recalled what he said and knew that he might have caused trouble again.

I originally wanted to talk to Xiao Yan, but Xiao Yan's indifferent attitude made Jiang Dongcheng a little concerned.

Fortunately, he also has a good son.

Although Jiang Xia's IQ is somewhat limited, this child treats him sincerely and is truly kind, unlike Jiang Xia.

That Jiang Xia is just a wolf cub! A wolf cub who wants to bite everyone he meets.

"Dad, are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Seeing that Jiang Dong couldn't get up, Jiang Xia stretched out a hand to touch his forehead, feeling very worried.

"It's okay, Dad, it's okay. Let's eat. Let's eat now."

Jiang Dongcheng stood up and took the rice brought by Jiang Xia, which was very delicious.

Jiang Xia was happier when she saw Jiang Dongcheng enjoying the food than when he was eating. The father and son enjoyed a very pleasant time.

After eating, Jiang Dongcheng still didn't leave the room, but his mood improved a lot under Jiang Xia's comfort.

He was thinking that after Xiao Yan came in, he would tell Xiao Yan what happened today so that she could be somewhat prepared.

At seven o'clock in the evening, Xiao Yan still didn't go upstairs.

At eight o'clock, Xiao Yan still didn't go upstairs.

At nine o'clock, Jiang Dongcheng, who had been waiting for a long time, became angry and went downstairs to Xiao Yan's study.

With a "bump" sound, the study door was pushed open, but there was no one inside.

"Mr. Jiang, are you okay?"

An old servant Xiao Yan brought here stood behind Jiang Dongcheng and asked.

"Where's Xiao Yan?"

"Madam went back to her parents' house and said there was something going on there."

Back to your parents’ home? Back to your parents’ home again?

Jiang Dong Chengxiao's sarcasm, what is the purpose of his marriage to Xiao Yan?

In one month, Xiao Yan spent two-thirds of her time at her parents' house.

At first he didn't care, just thinking that Xiao Yan was trying to protect the interests of the Xiao family, but it has been like this every month for nearly twenty years, and Jiang Dongcheng, who was greatly stimulated today, had a lot to think about.

He waved his hand to the old woman at the door and said, "I understand, you can go back."

"Why don't you leave yet?"

Jiang Dongcheng frowned and looked at the old woman who was not moving, and heard the other party say: "Mr. Jiang, the study is my wife's place."

The implication is that he shouldn't be here.

"It's funny, there are places I can't go in my own home?

Jiang Dongcheng's expression became fierce and he shouted: "Get away!"

"I want to see if there is anything shameful in this!"
Chapter completed!