Chapter 172 Willing to Fulfill Your Wishes

Chen Jingyang was the only one left in the huge ancestral hall. He looked around aimlessly. Time seemed to have stood still in this room. More than 20 years had passed, and nothing had changed.

It's still those paintings, still those words, but it's that... whip!

Chen Jingyang narrowed his eyes, lifted his foot and walked to the whip. If nothing unexpected happened, Chen Qishan would use this whip to beat him again in a while.

It's hard to say how long he can withstand this whip.

"Hmph!" Chen Jingyang sneered, reached out and took the whip, gripped the wooden handle with one hand and the whip tip with the other, wrapped it around his hand a few times, and then pulled hard in opposite directions, breaking the whip in two.

He raised his hand and threw it forcefully outwards; the wooden handle was thrown into the distant bushes with a "whoosh".

Immediately afterwards, he broke the whip in his hand into several pieces with his bare hands, like a dead snake that had been dismembered, lying haphazardly on the ground.

Although I didn't get to throw the whip into the fire and burn it to ashes as I had hoped, I still managed to avenge the grudge from back then.

Chen Qishan was drinking tea in the living room when he saw Zhao Tianlai return. He blew on the tea in his cup and asked, "Did he say anything?"

No one knows a son better than his father!

Zhao Tianlai waited until Chen Qishan finished his tea before truthfully reporting, "He said he doesn't have time to act and needs to see you within five minutes, otherwise he'll come over."

Chen Qishan curled his lips into a smile and put down his teacup: "I knew it. That unfilial son wouldn't give in so easily, just like his mother, that slut!"

Zhao Tianlai felt a chill run down his spine.

When Chen Jingyang's mother died in a car accident, the final conclusion was that it was an accident. But the truth was not like that. It was just that those people were very professional, and it "happened" to be a rainy day, so no clues were left at the scene.

"Let's go!" Chen Qishan stood up, smiling nonchalantly. "Let's see if Chen Jingyang can turn things around this time!"

Footsteps sounded outside the door, and Chen Jingyang subconsciously looked towards the doorway.

Chen Qishan arrived, followed by two other people besides Zhao Tianlai: one with a scarred face and the other with a thick beard.

Chen Jingyang's pupils contracted instantly!

These two men usually consider themselves Chen Qishan's bodyguards, but they don't often stay by Chen Qishan's side. They only appear when Chen Qishan "needs" them.

Even though he had been back in China for six years, Chen Jingyang still didn't know much about the two men. He had only heard some scattered rumors that they were both "dead" and that some things that even Chen Qinian couldn't do would be left to them.

Chen Qishan ignored Chen Jingyang and walked straight past him, only pausing slightly when he passed the broken whip on the ground.

A mocking smile curled at the corner of his mouth as he calmly stepped over the whip, only looking up at Chen Jingyang after settling down on the sofa.

Chen Jingyang also lifted his eyelids and looked at him indifferently.

Their eyes met, and their gazes were like tangible lightning, sparking countless sparks the moment they collided.

Chen Jingyang spoke first: "We agreed that I would be released once the iteration was completed, so why are you going back on your word?"

Chen Qishan chuckled: "You said it yourself, that was back then. Times have changed, and nothing is absolute. Also, I hope you remember your identity; your surname is Chen!"

"What if I don't want this identity?"

A glint flashed in Chen Qishan's eyes. His voice was calm at first glance, but undercurrents were surging beneath: "You want to become the next number two?"

“That’s right!” Chen Jingyang puffed out his chest, raised his chin slightly, and looked at him arrogantly: “I don’t want a single penny of the Chen family’s property, nor do I need to be recorded in any family tree. Just pretend you never had a son like me, and we will never see each other again!”

Chen Qishan looked at him quietly, then suddenly chuckled: "Have you forgotten what happened to the second son?"

Chen Jingyang said calmly, "I haven't forgotten, but he is him, and I am me."

The second son was like a flower in a greenhouse, raised by the Chen family. He had no skills and was addicted to gambling. After being kicked out of the house, he not only did not repent but became even worse. In the end, he drowned himself while drinking, which was his just deserts.

But he's different!

Even if he leaves the Chen family, he can support himself, and he can even live a better life!

He has goals, aspirations, and a lover.

Leaving the Chen family will only make his life more exciting!

“No, you’re actually just like him.” Chen Qishan’s face gradually darkened. He disliked seeing Chen Jingyang so calm and composed in the face of danger.

The more outstanding Chen Jingyang was, the more resentful he became.

Why did such an outstanding son have to be born to that slut?

What's the point of someone being so outstanding if they're disobedient and can't be used for your own purposes?!

Chen Qishan sneered: "Do you really think that the second brother fell into the water because he was drunk?"

Chen Jingyang's heart leaped into his throat!

"What do you mean?"

"What do you mean?" Chen Qishan stood up, his smile particularly eerie and chilling on his deeply wrinkled face: "My son, if I want him to live, he will live; if I want him to die, he will die. Is that clear enough?"

Chen Jingyang's face turned pale instantly, and he trembled as he said, "Chen Qishan, no matter how bad he is, he's still your son! You...!"

"So what?" Chen Qishan glanced at him and strode over. "What's the point of keeping a useless piece of trash? I have plenty of sons, why should I let him stand there in my way?"

The news came so suddenly that Chen Jingyang's chest heaved slightly in shock: "Why are you telling me this? Aren't you afraid I'll leak it?"

"Would you?" Chen Qishan countered, saying calmly, "Do you think anyone would believe that?"

He smiled, as if he were talking about something trivial: "Even if someone believes it, do you have any proof?"

Chen Jingyang has no evidence.

The second son has been dead for far too long.

“You’re a smart man, and you’re even somewhat useful, Chen Jingyang. You don’t want to die young, do you?”

Chen Jingyang remained silent, pondering Chen Qishan's words.

Perhaps the second son's death was not an accident, but Chen Qishan now tells him that he suspects it was mostly a threat.

Furthermore, he is a living, breathing person. Even if Chen Qishan has all the connections and influence, he cannot simply kill him with a few words. This is a society governed by the rule of law!

In the end, he simply couldn't convince himself to compromise again for the sake of the present predicament.

"Chen Qishan, I'm here today to tell you that I'm leaving the Chen family, no matter the cost!"

Chen Qishan looked at him with interest and asked with a smile, "Really? What if I wanted your hands?"

If a computer genius, a top hacker, loses his hands and can never freely touch and type on the keyboard again, wouldn't living be more agonizing than dying?

He walked up to Chen Jingyang and smiled knowingly: "If you really want to emulate Nezha cutting off his own flesh to repay his father, I'm willing to grant your wish."