"Mom...Mom?" Jiang Yanxin's slap not only stunned Jiang Zhixing's mind, but also plunged his heart into an ice cave that had been frozen for millennia. His already riddled heart shattered into pieces at this moment.

He was still unwilling to accept it, not understanding why his mother, who was clearly helping him escape her suffering, would turn around and resent her son, letting her know all of this.

Jiang Zhixing felt as if he were in a fog. The facts that he had refused to believe for years were completely torn away and displayed bloodily before his eyes.

He tried to convince himself that his mother cared about him and his words and thoughts, yet he was also keenly aware of it.

Jiang Zhixing, oh Jiang Zhixing, in your mother's eyes, you're not as important as her laughable love.

You are just a tool, a successor tool needed by a group.

She treats you like she's completing a task; she doesn't deserve to be a mother at all.

A real mother is like He Xiao's family... Admit it, you're jealous of He Xiao, jealous that he has a mother who always thinks of him and praises him for the smallest thing. That's what a mother should be like.

At that moment, Jiang Zhixing felt that he was so dirty from his cells to his blood and flesh.

Jiang Yanxin was consciously sinking into despair. She resented everything, but dared not lay a hand on Jiang Jinyu or break off relations with him. However, she dared to point the finger at Jiang Zhixing because she firmly believed that Jiang Zhixing would not leave him.

Regardless of whether this farce happened or not.

Jiang Zhixing was exhausted, both physically and mentally.

"So that's how it is, so that's how it is. I was the fool. I was the one who wanted to pull you out of your suffering. I was just deluding myself. I was too obsessed."

Jiang Zhixing was like a puppet on a string, his eyes bloodshot, using all his strength to hold back his tears.

He was like a man standing on the edge of a precipice, desperately seeking hope for life, but death was closing in on him, threatening to tear him apart.

"Do you dare tell me now that you truly gave birth to me willingly and with love?" Jiang Zhixing asked, trembling.

Jiang Yanxin stood frozen in place, looking at her son who was so close yet seemed so far away, and for the first time, she didn't know how to answer his question.

Images flashed before my eyes.

Marrying Xie Lin was not her wish; she was forced into the marriage by her father.

However, she discovered she was pregnant a month after the wedding. According to the timeline of the pregnancy, she conceived around the time of the wedding.

She was both shocked and afraid. She was afraid because the night before her wedding, she and Jiang Jinyu had an unexpectedly deep conversation.

She wanted to secretly abort the child, but the doctor told her that her uterine wall was thin and she had cysts, making it difficult to conceive naturally.

So she kept him. Xie Lin was very happy to become a father for the first time. Perhaps she was infected by his emotions, and she also looked forward to the arrival of the little one.

At the same time, she prayed in her heart that this was Xie Lin's child.

To be fair, Xie Lin treated her well after their marriage, giving her the dignity befitting a wife.

So she tried to cut off contact with Jiang Jinyu.

But it was no use. She continued to move between the two men until Jiang Zhixing was born.

Her only son was born to inherit the family business.

That's why she was strict with him.

But this is for his own good, why can't he understand?

"Do you know how many people are desperate to work for Jiang's? Do you know how much Jiang's is worth?" Jiang Yanxin calmed herself down and asked, "As your mother, I'm just giving you your first lesson in society. Don't meddle in things that aren't your business. I'm doing this for your own good."

Jiang Zhixing almost doubted that there was something wrong with his ears.

For his own good? In what way is it for his own good?

Was it he, as a son, who stood by and watched his mother fall into the abyss without offering any help?

Of course, he now understands that his mother doesn't need his help. She is consciously sinking into depravity and trying to make him blind to her true intentions and stand by her side.

At that moment, Jiang Zhixing suddenly understood that it is really difficult to get along with people whose values ​​are incompatible with his.

“I think He Xiao is right about one thing: you are the one who needs to see a psychologist,” Jiang Zhixing said coldly, taking a step back. “I need to calm down for a while. I won’t be going back to the Jiang family. You can do as you please.”

Jiang Zhixing paused for a moment, a smile that didn't reach his eyes: "President Jiang, I'm so glad you let me see through all this hypocrisy. From now on, do as you please. I won't interfere in your affairs. As long as you're willing."

“If you marry Jiang Jinyu, I will not give you my blessing, but I will respect your choice.”

After saying that, he stopped laughing and turned to leave.

Jiang Yan was startled, feeling as if she was losing something, so she frantically tried to stop the boy.

"Jiang Zhixing! Jiang Zhixing, stop right there!"

However, the boy kept walking, and his tall figure quickly disappeared into the dark alley around the corner.

This was the first time Jiang Zhixing had spoken so much to her, but every word made her feel uncomfortable. She felt that her son did not understand her predicament.

What she cared about was not the harsh reality before her, but Jiang Zhixing's unauthorized scheme against her.

Jiang Yan stood there, stunned, until a familiar figure came from behind her.

Jiang Jinyu's voice came from behind: "Ayan, can you let me explain?"

...

Jiang Zhixing wandered aimlessly through the narrow alleys.

He suddenly realized that there was not a single place in this vast world that could accommodate him.

Many scenes came to mind; he hadn't made a single close friend over the years.

His mother told him that if he married someone from a less wealthy family, they wouldn't be able to offer him any help in the future.

A cold wind brushed his face, and before he knew it, he was standing on a bridge with few vehicles, not knowing where he had come from.

Looking at the calm lake under the moonlight, Jiang Zhixing felt very calm, his cheeks already numb from the cold wind.

He reached out and felt the wind slip through his fingers. Looking at the water, he thought that sinking to the bottom of the lake might not be such a bad idea.

This world is a huge deception. Nobody cares about his life or death. Even his only trustworthy mother only sees him as a tool to inherit the conglomerate. He feels he should hate this world.

Jiang Zhixing slowly closed his eyes as he passed over the railing, which was no higher than his waist.

Just as she peeked out halfway, something suddenly grabbed the hem of her dress.

"Handsome, have you seen all the beautiful scenery in this world? There are also many interesting people and things. Think positively. If you jump, you'll lose everything." The girl's voice was soft and trembling slightly.

Jiang Zhixing could feel the strength with which those small hands gripped him.

Upon hearing the girl's voice, his body stiffened almost imperceptibly, and his confused mind cleared completely.

At this moment, he wanted to facepalm. What kind of ill-fated relationship was this?

You can even bump into classmates in some unknown, remote corner.

"Let go first, I'm not trying to commit suicide," Jiang Zhixing said in a hoarse voice.

Su Xiangxin, who was holding onto his clothes, froze, her eyes slowly widening in the darkness.

"Jiang... Squad Leader?!"