As soon as the elevator doors opened, Xu Yancheng spotted Jiang Chi in front of him and quickly called out, "Third Young Master."
Jiang Chi pretended not to hear and quickly left, not wanting to bother with his older brother's assistant; every time he met him, nothing good ever came of it.
"Jiangchi."
A deep, magnetic voice came from inside. Jiang Chi stopped in his tracks, his hand tightening in his pocket. His older brother had actually come in person.
"Jiangchi."
His tone remained calm, yet it was incredibly authoritative. Jiang Chi turned around, lowered his head, and obediently called out, "Big Brother."
Jiang Ting quickly glanced at him a few times, and seeing that the man was standing there unharmed, he breathed a sigh of relief.
My two younger brothers are both a handful.
Jiang Chi glanced up furtively. His older brother had a stern face and was radiating coldness. Jiang Chi didn't dare to speak and remained silent.
Xu Yancheng looked left and right, shaking his head and sighing inwardly. President Jiang is having a really tough time.
The second young master is willful; he breaks contracts and squanders money whenever he's unhappy.
The third young master was even more willful, spending his days tinkering with bottles and jars of chemical reagents, and would even cause an explosion for fun if he was in a bad mood.
After finishing work every day, President Jiang still had to clean up after his two younger brothers.
Xu Yancheng felt sorry for his boss, Jiang. He took two steps forward and asked, "Third Young Master, what happened this time? Why did you blow up the toilet?"
Jiang Chi's brow furrowed. How could he explain this to his elder brother?
If you simply say he's trapped in a place by a monster and wants to attract attention with an explosion, the older brother won't believe you.
Before experiencing this, if someone had said that, he would never have believed it; he would probably have thought that person was mentally ill.
Jiang Chi thought for a moment, then gave up on explaining, "There's no reason."
Xu Yancheng was stunned. There was no reason for him to blow up the toilet under the Jiang family's control. The Third Young Master was as willful as ever; he was indeed capable of doing such a thing.
Jiang Chi, with one hand in his pocket, said, "I blew up the toilet."
That disdainful tone, that smug expression, that indifferent attitude—even after disappearing for two days, he remains arrogant.
Jiang Ting stared blankly at the boy in front of him, confirming that this was his good-for-nothing younger brother.
The atmosphere froze. Time ticked by, and Jiang Chi went from having one hand in his pocket to both. Cold sweat poured down his back, and his heart pounded faster and faster.
Oh no, my older brother isn't saying anything; he's really angry.
It was just a toilet that was blown up. The Jiang family is so wealthy and powerful that they wouldn't care about such a small amount of money. At worst, he could design a game to help his older brother earn it back.
Jiang Ting suddenly grabbed his arm, his eyes icy cold, making the surrounding temperature drop several degrees.
Jiang Chi panicked a little. "Brother, just say what you want to say. I'll accept whatever punishment you give me."
Jiang Ting remained silent, his gaze falling on his younger brother's arm, where three long wounds were visible on his fair skin, two of which were still bleeding.
The bright red blood stung his eyes. Jiang Ting gently released his hand. "Let's go home."
Jiang Chi was stunned. He thought his older brother was going to get angry and scold him, but he was let off the hook so easily.
Jiang Ting said in a deep voice, "Hurry up and follow me. Go to the ancestral hall and kneel for three hours to reflect on your mistakes."
Jiang Chi pursed his lips, taking back what he had just said; his older brother still hadn't let him off the hook.
He stepped forward and followed, saying, "They're here."
They drove in silence. After getting into his older brother's car, Jiang Chi was surprised to find that the family doctor was also there.
The doctor opened the medical kit. "Young Master, put your hand out."
Jiang Chi paused slightly. How did the doctor know his hand was injured? Who called the doctor over?
He looked at the man beside him; the meaning was self-evident.
Although my elder brother has a cold and serious demeanor, he is a good elder brother.
A deep sense of guilt welled up in Jiang Chi's heart, and he began to apologize, "Big brother, I..."
Jiang Ting was flipping through documents. "Quiet, I have a ton of things to deal with at the company."
Jiang Chi moved his lips, but ultimately decided to keep quiet.
Forget it, don't bother your elder brother. Go and kneel in the ancestral hall obediently.
...
Lin Xi led Ji Heng and Zhou Junjie back to the cemetery, but they didn't see anyone.
Qian Fugui suddenly appeared from behind, "Master, we're over here."
Zhou Yaozong rushed out, shouting, "Son! Junjie!!"
Zhou Junjie ran wildly in that direction, shouting, "Dad!"
"son!!"
"dad!!"
The two people stood on some unknown grave, hugged each other and cried.
"Dad, I'm finally back." Zhou Junjie's eyes were brimming with tears; he had cried many times that day, and his tears were almost all gone.
Zhou Yaozong patted his back, "Son, don't cry, don't cry, Dad's here."
After not seeing him for a few days, my son turned into a little crybaby, his eyes redder than a rabbit's.
This means that he holds a very important place in his son's heart, and his son has been thinking about his father constantly during the days since his son left, to the point of tears.
Zhou Yaozong was deeply moved. "Junjie, my good son, I will spend more time with you from now on."
Zhou Junjie rubbed his eyes. "Dad, no need. You just focus on your work."
Images flashed through his mind: his father was dead, his family property was seized by relatives, and he was left homeless.
Zhou Junjie didn't want things to turn out this way, so he earnestly told his father, "Dad, please take good care of yourself."
The first thing his son did after coming out was to ask about his health. Zhou Yaozong was deeply moved. "Junjie, Dad will definitely take good care of himself, watch you get married and have children, and stay by your side forever."
"dad!"
"son!!"
The two hugged and cried again. Ji Heng's lips twitched, and he pushed Zhou Junjie, "Hey, idiot, stop crying. If you keep crying, the owner of this grave will come after you tonight."
Zhou Junjie then realized he was standing on someone else's grave. "Ah! I'm sorry!"
He instinctively jumped back, pushing his father off him. Zhou Yaozong, who had a bad back, lost his balance and fell hard on his buttocks onto the grave.
Zhou Junjie quickly went to help him up, "Oh, Dad, are you alright?"
"No, it's nothing." Zhou Yaozong rubbed his aching lower back, so painful he almost cried. "Ouch~"
Zhou Junjie panicked and blurted out his true feelings, "Dad, you absolutely can't get into trouble, otherwise we won't be able to protect our family's assets!"
Zhou Yaozong was in even more pain. His son had only cared about him for the sake of the family fortune. His heart ached terribly.
He pressed on the old man's lower back, "Don't worry, you won't die."
Lin Xi was speechless; this father and son were simply a pair of clowns.
She pulled Zhou Yaozong up from the ground, casually pressed a few spots, and said, "Done."
Zhou Yaozong felt no pain at all and exclaimed in surprise, "Master, you actually know traditional Chinese medicine!"
Knowing so much at such a young age, he suspected that the master was a highly accomplished person who had cultivated for thousands of years, a god hidden in the human world.
"I know a little bit, just simple bone setting." Lin Xi skillfully took out her phone, opened the QR code, and said, "Everything is settled. Hurry up and pay me, 50,000."
Zhou Yaozong quickly transferred the money.
After receiving the money, Lin Xi waved goodbye.
Zhou Yaohui stood there dumbfounded. The master was a truly enlightened person, and even the sun favored her.
The afterglow of the setting sun bathed her in a golden light.
No! The master himself was radiant with golden light.
Zhou Yaozong's admiration grew even stronger. He bowed deeply three times to the back of the master, saying, "Goodbye, Master."
Zhou Junjie was confused, so he imitated his father, bowing once, twice, and three times.
His expression was extremely devout. "Goodbye, Master."
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