Chapter 68 You and your dad looked a lot alike when you were little.

Chapter 68

Jiang Mingxu's wife and children have returned to Pingcun.

In less than half a day, the news spread like wildfire throughout the entire village.

The villagers were both surprised and amazed. Jiang Mingxu was the first big boss to emerge from their village. Especially more than a decade ago, when Pingcun had very few college students, Jiang Mingxu, an orphan with no parents, managed to get into the best university, W University, and later started Mingji Technology from scratch.

Although the villagers may not be aware of Mingji Technology's standing in the industry, they do know one thing: the once aloof and fierce "bastard" is now a successful and glamorous boss.

However, his feelings of regret remained just that—feelings—because Jiang Mingxu had never returned to the village in the past ten years.

It's nothing. For most villagers, Jiang Mingxu had no connection with them, and his success was none of their business. But some people were different. Looking at Jiang Laochuan's family, who were still living in the village, some villagers asked gloatingly, "Laochuan's wife, Mingxu's wife and children are back. Why aren't you going home to cook? What are you doing wandering around outside?"

The person next to him chimed in, "Oh, didn't Ming Su's wife say she was going to Jiang Hai Kuo's house? Hai Kuo and Ming Su have been best friends since they were kids, even closer than blood brothers."

These words were somewhat sarcastic and pointed. Normally, Wang Cuihua would have argued back fiercely, but she couldn't care less about that now.

Who's back?

She was stunned at first, then suddenly realized that her husband had gone to City A to ask Jiang Mingxu for money some time ago, but he was detained and hadn't been released yet.

She and her family tried every possible way to get in touch with Jiang Mingxu, but they couldn't even get a glimpse of him. Now that they heard that Jiang Mingxu's wife and children had come to Pingcun, they were naturally overjoyed.

He immediately spat at the gossiping villagers and said, "Where my nephew's wife and grandson go is none of your business. They won't be going to your house!" After saying that, he hurriedly ran home, seemingly eager to go back and discuss countermeasures with his family.

As soon as Wang Cuihua left, several villagers spat at her retreating figure.

"I wonder who kicked the child out of the house back then, and now they have the nerve to stick around like that? Aren't they afraid of retribution?"

"That's right, their skin is thicker than a city wall."

That being said, everyone knew in their hearts that Jiang Laochuan was, after all, Jiang Mingxu's uncle. Blood is thicker than water, and once the door is closed, they were still family. No matter what outsiders said, it was all in vain.

Just as the villagers were discussing this, Jin Ran met Jiang Mingxu's old friend, Jiang Haikuo.

The man was in his thirties and had lived by the sea for many years. His skin was tanned dark, and he had a kind and honest appearance when he smiled. However, after Jin Ran had seen how the seemingly harmless but actually cunning Assistant Wang was, she dared not judge a book by its cover again.

Jiang Haikuo was appointed to this critical mission.

Although he and Jiang Mingxu were good friends when they were young, they haven't had much contact in recent years.

Jiang Haikuo was surprised when he received a call from Jiang Mingxu a few days ago, but he was even more shocked when he heard Jiang Mingxu ask him to help take care of his family.

He didn't even know he had gotten married again.

He subtly observed Jin Ran before him. There was no doubt that the woman was beautiful. In addition, her eyes and brows exuded a clear and bright quality, and her every move was graceful and poised.

Jiang Haikuo couldn't help but recall all the unpleasant things that happened in Jiang Mingxu's previous marriage, and his heart was filled with mixed feelings.

In any case, the hard times are finally over and the good times are finally here.

As for the cool-looking boy next to him, Jiang Mingxu's smile deepened: "You and your dad looked a lot alike when you were little."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Xuli was taken aback.

This was the first time someone had said he looked like his father. Before this, he had been constantly told things like "not as good as your dad" or "not as outstanding as your dad was back then." Teenagers hate being compared to others, and the more they hear it, the more rebellious they become.

But at this moment, Jiang Xuli felt a strange sensation. He was used to being denied, but now someone was telling him that he was actually very similar to his father.

Jin Ran was also curious: "Do they look alike?"

From her perspective, the father and son only resembled each other in their eyebrows and eyes, both possessing amorous, almond-shaped eyes, but their gazes were indifferent, turning amorousness into indifference; otherwise, they were quite different.

Jiang Mingxu's facial features are more angular, with a firm jawline, exuding the composure of a mature man; while Jiang Xuli's features still have the softness unique to a boy, with less sharpness and more naivety between his brows.

Jiang Haikuo nodded firmly: "Especially their appearances, they are almost identical."

Indeed, back then, Jiang Mingxu looked at the group of thugs surrounding him with the same gaze. Despite wearing faded clothes and being so poor that he couldn't even afford tuition and could only work odd jobs at the arcade, he still maintained a calm and composed demeanor.

It was as if everyone else was some kind of ant.

Thinking about it now, Jiang Haikuo still feels a tickle in his teeth.

Jin Ran listened with great interest.

Thirty-five-year-old Jiang Mingxu is mature and composed, able to remain calm and collected in any situation, perfectly concealing his emotions beneath a placid facade. Fifteen-year-old Jiang Mingxu, however, is like a knife without a sheath, cutting others while also wounding himself.

She seemed to be able to glimpse, through Jiang Haikuo's recounting of the past, the young man who was mired in the mire yet still stood tall.

Sharp and unruly.