"What then? I've already apologized, what else do you want?"
Jiang Yao glared at Su Man, as if his apology to Su Man was already a great favor, and Su Man dared to go even further.
Not only Jiang Yao, but even Jiang Xiangrong had a gloomy face, "Yang Man, do you really think you have the final say in this family?"
Su Man looked at Jiang Xiangrong, her eyes sliding across him from top to bottom. The playful scrutiny she gave him was totally unlike that of a teenager.
Facing such a gaze, Jiang Xiangrong's cheeks felt hot and he felt uncomfortable all over.
He hadn't looked at Yang Man's face seriously for a long time. After taking a closer look, he suddenly realized that Yang Man looked so much like Yang Tianjiao.
It wasn't noticeable in the past few years, but in the past two years, Yang Man has grown older, her baby fat has faded, and her facial features have become gradually clearer. From her facial features to her face shape, she looks exactly like Yang Tianjiao.
Especially at this moment, Su Man's face showed the sarcasm and arrogance of having everything under control. In a trance, he seemed to see Yang Tianjiao standing in front of him.
The cocktails he drank at the banquet were a bit too much for Jiang Xiangrong, and he seemed unable to stand and staggered back two steps.
Jiang Yao hurried to help, "Dad, are you okay?"
He glared at Su Man and said, "Look how angry you made Dad!"
Su Man ignored Jiang Yao and stared at Jiang Xiangrong with a curious look.
If she had seen it correctly, the look in Jiang Xiangrong's eyes when he looked at her seemed to contain not only disgust and anger, but also a bit of fear?
"Husband? What's wrong with you?"
Just as I was thinking about it, Jiang Ying came down from upstairs. She changed out of her dress and wore a light blue cardigan over a beige cotton skirt, which was gentle and non-aggressive.
She hurried downstairs and took over from Jiang Yao to support Jiang Xiangrong. "Are you feeling uncomfortable after drinking too much?"
"fine."
Jiang Xiangrong held his forehead and tried to calm himself down, but when his eyes met Su Man's, he quickly looked away and said casually, "You should reflect on yourself."
After saying this, he hurried upstairs without waiting for Su Man to answer.
Su Man narrowed her eyes and looked at Jiang Xiangrong's hurried back thoughtfully.
Master bedroom
Jiang Xiangrong leaned on the bed, his right fist pressed against his forehead, his brows furrowed.
Jiang Ying poured the honey water and came back. Seeing Jiang Xiangrong in such a state, she put the honey water on the bedside table and reached out to touch his forehead. "Honey, how are you? Do you have a headache?"
Jiang Xiangrong opened his red eyes. He didn't look at Jiang Ying. He tilted his head back, his eyes blank, and murmured, "So similar..."
"What?"
Jiang Ying didn't hear clearly, so she asked again, "What's so similar?"
Jiang Xiangrong slowly turned his head and asked, "Don't you think Yang Man looks a lot like Yang Tianjiao?"
Jiang Ying paused for a moment, then said softly, "Xiao Man is Sister Tianjiao's daughter, and she has Sister Tianjiao's last name, so naturally she looks like Sister Tianjiao."
"yes."
Jiang Xiangrong closed his eyes tightly. "Yang Man is her daughter, so she must look like her."
Jiang Ying studied Jiang Xiangrong's expression, understanding something. She gently massaged his temples, and when Jiang Xiangrong's brows relaxed a little, she softly said, "Appearance is secondary. It's just that Xiaoman's personality is ten times ten like Sister Tianjiao's. I didn't notice it in the first two years, but maybe because she's older, she's taking on more of Sister Tianjiao's aura."
She seemed not to notice Jiang Xiangrong's increasingly ugly expression, and smiled and shook her head, "When she grows up, maybe she will be a Tianjiao sister again."
Jiang Xiangrong clenched his back teeth, his brows gloomy.
He held Jiang Ying's hand that was massaging him and said, "No need to massage. I want to rest for a while."
"Um."
Jiang Ying stood up and skillfully helped Jiang Xiangrong close the curtains. She turned on the warm bedside lamp and said, "Then you take a rest. I'll ask Mom to cook something light tonight."
"That's right."
Before Jiang Ying left, Jiang Xiangrong stopped her and said, "Teach Jiang Yao a lesson on what to do and what not to do. Don't lose sight of the big picture because of small things."
"I understand. I will teach him well."
As soon as Jiang Ying opened the door, she saw Jiang Yao standing outside. Jiang Yao opened his mouth eagerly to say something, but Jiang Ying said "hush" softly, closed the door quietly, and then pointed outside, indicating that he should go to his room to talk.
"Bang"
The moment the door closed, Jiang Yao shuddered.
Jiang Ying sat on the single sofa in the room, looking at Jiang Yao expressionlessly.
Jiang Yao didn't dare to sit down, nor did he dare to look at Jiang Ying. His eyes were wandering and his throat kept swallowing.
The silence lasted too long, and Jiang Yao felt that the air in the room had become thinner, and his palms were damp.
This kind of silence made Jiang Yao feel more devastated than being angry. Jiang Ying always acted like this whenever he made a mistake. She wouldn't get angry, but at the same time, she wouldn't talk to him either. She would just do her housework and eat her own meal.
Although he still lived at home, he felt like he had been kicked out.
Jiang Ying would not look at him until Jiang Yao could no longer bear such neglect and broke down begging Jiang Ying to pay attention to him.
Many adults cannot tolerate such cold violence, let alone a child like Jiang Yao.
The only time Jiang Yao rebelled was when he was about to enter junior high school. Adolescents are rebellious and difficult to control, and Jiang Yao is no exception.
It was his birthday that day, so he turned off his phone and played with his classmates all day. Not only did he miss Jiang Ying's call, he also missed Jiang Xiangrong who came to celebrate his birthday.
Then there was another long cold war. The hormones of adolescence made Jiang Yao unable to tolerate Jiang Ying's neglect. He threatened to jump into the river. When Jiang Ying arrived, he pretended to negotiate with her.
Jiang Ying didn't say a word in response to his requests and jumped into the river before him.
Jiang Yao watched helplessly as the river swallowed Jiang Ying. He thought his willfulness had killed Jiang Ying and almost went crazy.
She collapsed and cried out Jiang Ying's name, kneeling down to beg passers-by to save her.
When Jiang Ying was rescued, her body was already cold.
Jiang Yao shook Jiang Ying's body frantically. He didn't care about rebellion or self-centeredness. He just wanted his mother to come back to life.
As a child, he could not bear the guilt of killing his mother and the pain of losing his beloved mother.
Fortunately, Jiang Ying woke up and was taken to the hospital. When she was discharged, she had lost a lot of weight. From then on, Jiang Yao never dared to argue with Jiang Ying again, and that day became a nightmare that he would remember at midnight.
At this moment, facing Jiang Ying's indifferent face, Jiang Yao was anxious and uneasy, "I'm sorry, I don't know what happened today. When I reacted, I had already fallen down..."
"You should know how important today is to Mom."
"I...I know."
"Today is the day Daddy introduces Mom to everyone, but now because of you, not only have all these uncles and aunts left in anger, you've become a bastard who can't be shown on the stage, and I've become a lowly mistress. Are you happy?"
With every word Jiang Ying said, Jiang Yao's face became more painful. He shook his head and said, "No, I'm not happy. I'm sorry, Mom. I should have done better."
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