Jiang Rentian took off the Buddhist prayer beads from his wrist, touching each one. He glanced around and said in a steady voice, "Mr. Jiang has chosen a wonderful place. All along the way, there are mountains and rivers, as well as flowers and plants. It's like stepping into a forest. You can even hear melodious music from time to time. It's extremely pleasant. There's no place like this in D City."

“There’s no place like this in D City, but there are definitely better places,” Jiang Yuanhao flattered.

"Haha, Mr. Jiang, you really know how to talk. This time when I came back, this place felt unfamiliar to me, I didn't recognize any of it." Jiang Rentian laughed and then sighed.

"Come back?" Jiang Yuanhao raised an eyebrow and asked.

As soon as he asked the question, he realized he had been abrupt.

Just as Jiang Yuanhao was about to explain that he didn't mean to pry into his affairs, Jiang Rentian answered his question first, "When I was young, I went to H City a lot, mainly because my ex-wife is also from H City."

Jiang Yuanhao frowned.

Jiang Rentian's ex-wife is from H City?

This was the first time he had ever heard of this.

Everyone knows that Jiang Rentian had a first wife, who divorced him after their son was in a car accident.

But no one knows who the first wife is, what her name is, what she looks like.

I never expected the other party to be from H City!

Those paparazzi are so capable; they can know what happened one second and the next. But they couldn't find out that Jiang Rentian's ex-wife was from H City.

"Surprised?" Jiang Rentian readily admitted, then observed Jiang Yuanhao's expression and asked.

Seeing that Jiang Yuanhao remained silent, his shoulders stiff and his spirit tense, Jiang Rentian's expression became even more amiable. "People outside say that I am difficult to get along with, but I am not like that. You don't need to be nervous in front of me. Just treat me as an ordinary old man."

"President Jiang is a very easy person to get along with, Mr. Jiang, there's no need to be too nervous."

“When you’re nervous, it’s harder to talk about business.”

Zhou Tianqi also chimed in, adding a compliment to Jiang Rentian as well.

Upon hearing the words "not to discuss business," Jiang Yuanhao's expression turned serious. When he saw Jiang Rentian smiling at him, he pretended to relax. "I grew up listening to President Jiang's legendary stories and I admire him greatly. It's inevitable that I'll be a little nervous meeting someone I admire for the first time."

Most people would say they treat the other person as an ordinary person, but those who say this usually prefer to be praised and lauded by others.

In conclusion, they are hypocritical.

He said this to test others.

If he dares to be disrespectful or treat the other party as an ordinary old man, then there's really no point in discussing this official business today.

“Those were things from when I was young. Now I’m old, and those stories have all been exaggerated. If I were really that capable, I wouldn’t have been unable to keep a woman.” As he said the last sentence, Jiang Rentian’s seemingly kind face suddenly changed, and a hint of resentment flashed in his sharp eyes.

Jiang Yuanhao wasn't stupid; he could see the thick, almost overflowing anger in his eyes.

This one sentence reveals that Jiang Rentian hates his first wife.

He was now curious about which girl could catch Jiang Rentian's eye, make him hate her so much, and even divorce him and refuse to stay by his side.

He is Jiang Rentian, a man of immense wealth and power. Even now, when he is old and nearing the end of his life, young and beautiful girls would surely throw themselves at him if he so desired.

What kind of foolish woman would abandon such wealth and status and leave Jiang Rentian?

"Speaking of which, my grandson is about the same age as you. Looking at you is like seeing my grandson; there's a sense of closeness." Jiang Rentian changed the subject and looked Jiang Yuanhao up and down.

"Grandson?" Jiang Yuanhao was taken aback.

Jiang Rentian has a grandson?

How come I've never heard of it?

There are many rumors that Jiang Rentian has a son, but it is said that the heir died in a car accident a long time ago, and that Madam Jiang divorced him because of this and then disappeared.

He had always thought that Jiang Rentian had no descendants and would choose someone from a collateral relative to inherit the family business, but he never expected that Jiang Rentian would have a grandson.

If Jiang Rentian does not designate an heir, everything in the Jiang family will become Guo Jia's property after his death.

Having built his empire to this extent, he would never willingly let everything he had worked so hard for become someone else's property. Since he has no descendants, he will inevitably leave all his assets to his collateral branches.

It's probably not just him; no one expected that Jiang Rentian had a grandson!

The legitimate bloodline of the Jiang family can rightfully inherit everything from the Jiang family.

That's so enviable.

They share the same surname, yet they are worlds apart.

He rarely felt jealous of anyone, nor did he ever envy others, but this grandson of Jiang Rentian, the future heir of the Jiang family, truly made him jealous.

Like his grandson?

If only he really were his grandson.

Even if it's a godson, he'd be happy to accept it. At least with that connection, Jiang Rentian would definitely lend him a hand.

Unfortunately, Jiang Rentian's words about how his grandson seemed like a friend were just polite formalities.

"Haha, this matter has never been made public, so outsiders don't know about it."

“My grandson is a very outstanding person. The main purpose of my trip to H City this time is to find him.”

“I thought that by respecting his wishes, he would be able to understand me and know how hard I had worked, but I never expected that he would be corrupted by his grandmother.”

“I’ve always considered him the heir to the Jiang family, but he…”

As Jiang Rentian spoke, his thumb, which was stroking the prayer beads, tightened, as if he wanted to crush them.

"President Jiang." Zhou Tianqi, noticing Jiang Rentian's anger, called out cautiously.

"The water here flows down from the mountain. Using spring water to brew tea will make the aroma stronger and the taste sweeter. Mr. Jiang, please try it." As Jiang Rentian spoke, Jiang Yuanhao had already quietly brewed the tea and respectfully presented the teacup to Jiang Rentian.

His action calmed Jiang Rentian's anger somewhat.

Jiang Rentian obliged, picking up his teacup and taking a small sip. "Not bad, the taste is sweet and mellow, it's good tea."

"I'm glad you like it, Mr. Jiang." Jiang Yuanhao pushed up his glasses.

"Speaking of which, I know my unfilial grandson, Mr. Jiang," Jiang Rentian said, putting down his teacup.

It was as if we weren't here to discuss business, but rather to chat.

Hearing this, Jiang Yuanhao became interested and feigned surprise, asking, "I know him?"

Jiang Yuanhao silently searched his mind for people he had ever interacted with, but he had no clue what to do.

He knew those people inside and out; they couldn't possibly be Jiang Rentian's grandson.

"Jiang Ningyuan," Jiang Rentian said, his tone no different from usual, but those who knew him knew he was very angry.

Jiang Yuanhao felt as if he had been struck by a stone bell, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

It was like being struck by lightning, leaving his head buzzing.

Jiang what?

Is Jiang Ningyuan Jiang Rentian's grandson?

Jiang Rentian's ex-wife is Ning Chuxin!

Jiang Ningyuan!

Why Jiang Ningyuan of all people?

Jiang Yuanhao's expression was complex, changing repeatedly.