Chapter 701 Jiang Zhao’s Biological Father
Jiang Zhao came out of the police station, completely different from the nobleman he had been at the banquet last night. He hung his head, had a gloomy face and an unshaven beard.
Wang Honghong's legs were numb from squatting. Finally, she waited for him to come out and hurried to catch up with him.
As a result, the boy did not return to the Jiang family in the military region, nor did he go to find Qu Zhi and Song Xiaoqin. Instead, he turned a corner and left the city to climb the mountain.
Wang Honghong thought that the boy was so devastated that he wanted to find a hill to commit suicide. Based on the principle that saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda, she gritted her teeth and followed him.
As a result, the boy turned around and entered the temple, first looked for the abbot, and knelt down in front of the abbot, expressing his intention to become a monk.
When the abbot refused to accept him, he banged his head against the pillar and threatened to die, and the abbot finally forced him to shave his head.
Wang Honghong was stunned outside.
Wang Honghong was stunned when she saw Jiang Zhao’s head being shaved bald.
Jiang Zhao shaved his head, changed into the clothes of a temple monk, took a big broom and went to sweep the mountain.
Wang Honghong didn't know whether to leave or stay. After struggling for a long time, she decided to wait and see.
This wait finally paid off and he finally got something good.
Wang Honghong's parents died when she was young, and she was treated harshly by her uncle's family. She often slept outside, in the cowshed, tree branches, caves... So she found a wide tree branch where she could see the temple entrance, lay down crookedly, hugged her arms and planned to take a nap.
But after a while, he couldn't bear it anymore.
There were many mosquitoes in the mountains and they were very poisonous. Wang Honghong was bitten all over and it was so itchy that he couldn't sleep at all. Just when he was hesitating whether to leave, a group of people suddenly came up from the foot of the mountain.
The group climbed up the mountain with flashlights. With the help of the flashlight beam, Wang Honghong could clearly see the man walking in front of her.
It is no exaggeration to say that Wang Honghong was stunned when she saw that man.
The first time Wang Honghong saw this man, the name Jiang Dehai suddenly popped up in her mind.
The two men's facial features are not similar, and Jiang Dehai's facial features are more superior than this man's.
But the two of them have very similar temperaments.
Wearing a dark, straight suit, he stood in front of the vermilion gate of the temple. His eyes were sinister and sharp, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking. The corners of his mouth drooped as he glanced at the person behind him.
The man nodded and knocked on the temple door.
The man took out a cigarette and lit it. Under the night sky, a scarlet dot appeared. He raised his head and blew a puff of gray-white smoke ring towards the bright moon.
A moment later, the man's men came back, followed by a bald man. It was Jiang Zhao who had shaved his head during the day.
The man held a cigarette between his fingers and glanced lazily at Jiang Zhao. Seeing his bald head, he pulled up the corner of his mouth and said, "You came here to become a monk. You are really promising."
Jiang Zhao clenched his fists at the sarcastic words, but seemed to be concerned about his identity as a monk, so he suppressed his anger and lowered his eyes slightly: "Excuse me, what do you want to see me?"
When the man in the lead heard him call himself a poor monk, he laughed so hard that he could hardly hold his cigarette.
Jiang Zhao was a proud person and had never been laughed at like that before. His face immediately turned cold and he turned around to go back to the temple.
"stop."
The man spoke in a low, hoarse voice: "Don't you want to know who I am?"
Jiang Zhao didn't stop and continued walking.
I only heard the man behind me say, "I'm your father."
When these words were spoken, Wang Honghong was so frightened that she almost fell off the tree.
Jiang Zhao stopped and turned his head sharply to look at the man.
His look was extremely complicated.
"It's up to you whether you follow me or not."
The man said this, turned around and led his men down the mountain.
Soon, the group of people turned a corner and disappeared.
Jiang Zhao stood in front of the temple gate, silent for a while, and suddenly caught up with him. His pace became faster and faster, and in the end he actually started running!
Wang Honghong hurriedly jumped down from the tree and chased after them. She saw Jiang Zhao catch up with a group of people and follow behind them silently. From a distance, his newly shaved head was more eye-catching than the moon.
Seeing the group get on the car and leave, Wang Honghong rushed back overnight.
After Wang Honghong finished speaking, she picked up the soup bowl beside her and took a big gulp.
Jiang Chen was not interested in Jiang Zhao's whereabouts and turned his head to look at Ye Rou.
She was wearing a pink, waist-length, knee-length dress today.
The fabrics of that era were dark and dull in color, and such bright pink fabric was simply not available. Tang Panxia and Song Zhishu had nothing to do, so they dyed it by imitating ancient methods.
The pink dress makes her skin look extremely white and delicate like jade, like round white pearls placed on a pink silk cushion, beautiful yet pure.
Ye Rou was very curious about the man who claimed to be Jiang Chen's father, and was about to ask Wang Honghong for details, when her hand was suddenly taken by Jiang Chen.
His hands were big and his joints were long, enough to completely hold Ye Rou's hands.
Ye Rou playfully hooked his palm with her fingertips.
Jiang Chen glanced at her.
That look held a subtle warning.
A filthy scoundrel.
Ye Rou rolled her eyes at him, but she didn't dare move her hands anymore. She let the man pull her hand and turned to ask Wang Honghong, "Have they come to Beijing?"
Wang Honghong shook her head. "Looking at the direction, it's heading to Jinshi."
After saying that, seeing Ye Rou frowning, Wang Honghong volunteered, "Sister-in-law, if you want to know, I'll go to Jinshi and I'll definitely be able to find out everything."
Ye Rou shook her head at him: "I have a vague feeling that we will meet again."
Jiang Chen raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this: "What are you doubting?"
"At the meeting, Qu Wanning said that she only knew that Jiang Zhao's biological father's surname was Li..." Ye Rou paused here.
Jiang Chen understood her underlying meaning, "Do you think he has a relationship with Li Guang?"
Ye Rou nodded but then said, "Maybe I'm overthinking it, but it's better to be safe than sorry..."
If this man is really related to Li Guang's family, it means that Li Guang's family may have already returned to China.
"I'll check this out." Jiang Chen pinched the back of her neck, his eyes dark.
Ye Rou relaxed her pursed lips and nodded to Jiang Chen.
After dinner, Ye Rou went to pack the books she would take to class.
As soon as his wife left, Jiang Chen still had a smile on his face at the corners of his eyes and lips, but it made people's backs chill.
He asked Wang Honghong, "Is there a black mole on the left side of the forehead of that person?"
Wang Honghong scratched her head. "Brother Jiang, you're putting me in a difficult position. It's so far away and it's dark. I can barely make out his nose and eyes, let alone whether he has any moles on his face."
Jiang Chen said, "Go find Qu Wanning and ask her clearly."
Wang Honghong nodded. He had almost finished eating, so he wiped his mouth and turned to leave.
When Ye Rou packed her schoolbag and came out, she saw Jiang Chen alone in the dining room.
His brows and eyes were grim, as if he was thinking about something. The air pressure was very low and the oppressive feeling was very strong.
Ye Rou was not afraid. As soon as she got close, Jiang Chen noticed her.
The slender white wrist was grasped by a large wheat-colored hand, and the fingertips with thin calluses touched the blue blood vessels on the wrist.
Ye Rou felt itchy and dodged for a moment: "What's wrong with you?"
Jiang Chen was clearly not in a good state, as if he had something on his mind.
The man raised his eyelids and said slowly: "Wife, you have squeezed me dry."
Ye Rou somehow understood the irrelevant words.
It’s not that he has something on his mind, but he has consumed too much energy and is not in the mood.
“…” What does it mean that the wicked are the first to complain? This is it!
Ye Rou rolled her eyes at him and said, "It's you who has no self-control. What does it have to do with me?"
"Throw it away after use, how cruel." The man supported his head with one hand, covered his chest with the other, and smiled with his raised eyes: "It's not that you said it too soon..."
Ye Rou covered his mouth with her hand, looked down frantically, and only breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that there was no one around.
She glared at Jiang Chen, her face flushed: "Jiang Chen, why do you tell everything to others?"
Jiang Chen chuckled and licked Ye Rou's palm with the tip of his tongue.
Ye Rou felt a tingling sensation like an electric shock, and her body trembled. She quickly pushed him away: "Jiang Chen!"
Jiang Chen stood up and grabbed his wife, who was about to run away, and said with a helpless smile: "We've been married for almost two years, why are you still so shy?"
Ye Rou was thin-skinned and protested, "This is different."
"Why are they different?" Jiang Chen leaned over, their noses touching, their breaths intertwined.
Ye Rou met his dark eyes, her heart beating so fast that it seemed like it was about to jump out of her chest.
The tension brought by the rapid heartbeat stimulated Ye Rou, who was already sensitive during pregnancy. Her stomach suddenly tightened and a feeling of nausea rose in her throat.
She wanted to vomit...
Jiang Chen noticed that her expression was not right and his face changed: "My dear, what's wrong?"
Ye Rou's eyes turned red from the feeling of vomiting, and she quickly pressed the acupoints to stop vomiting before she felt better.
After a while, he said, "I'm fine, I just feel like vomiting."
Jiang Chen had read all the medical books and ancient texts about pregnancy and knew that vomiting during pregnancy was normal, but knowing was different from seeing it with one's own eyes.
He hugged Ye Rou and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, honey. I shouldn't have teased you."
Ye Rou's eyes lit up.
She seemed to have... discovered a way to control Jiang Chen.
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