"Godfather, are you going to kill me?" Jiang Sunan's tone was gentle, and his face still had that standard smile. He seemed oblivious to the fact that he hadn't been stabbed. His eyes were fixed on Jiang Qingyan, and he seemed to have a hint of grievance in them.
Jiang Qingyan found it amusing upon hearing this, and then chuckled with a hint of sarcasm: "Calling me godfather now? Jiang Suonan, put away your pitiful act. You know in your heart that if I really wanted to kill you, I wouldn't have just stabbed you in the shoulder."
Hearing this, Jiang Suonan felt helpless. This person really didn't give him any face. There was nothing he could do. He glanced at the fruit knife on his shoulder and pulled it out without hesitation. Blood flowed even more, almost staining his entire shoulder red.
He placed the fruit knife in Jiang Qingyan's hand and slowly said, "If you're still not satisfied, you can stab me again."
"Jiang Suonan." Jiang Qingyan looked down at him, toying with a fruit knife in her hand, then casually tossed it onto the table, her tone indifferent: "We're even."
Upon hearing this, his pupils contracted slightly, as if he couldn't believe it. He grabbed Jiang Qingyan's hand, his previous gentle demeanor completely gone: "What did you say?"
What do you mean by "even things out"? How could they possibly be even things out? From the very first meeting, from the moment he was adopted by this person, they could never be even. All the feelings he had suppressed for so many years, all the plans he had made for so many years, were they really going to be even just like that?
"I said, we're even." Jiang Qingyan repeated calmly, as if it were just a trivial matter to him, causing no ripples, and he remained as calm and composed as ever.
"I won't allow it, Jiang Qingyan, I won't allow it. You can't leave here without me, and going out will only lead to your death. Or do you really want to die?" Jiang Suonan's tone was somewhat out of control, and the emotions that had been suppressed in his eyes for so many years seemed to explode in an instant.
Jiang Qingyan was somewhat surprised to see Jiang Suonan acting so out of control. He wondered what the boy was thinking, and of course, he asked. He reached out his other hand, grabbed Jiang Qingyan's chin, and bent down slightly, closing the distance between them again: "What are you thinking about?"
“Godfather…” Jiang Sunan’s Adam’s apple bobbed slightly, the words seemed to get stuck in his throat, and in the end he could only squeeze out a few words: “You don’t want me anymore, do you?”
"I'm just saying, the matter of betraying me is settled." Jiang Qingyan frowned, then sneered. He stroked Jiang Suonan's lower lip, his tone carrying a hint of danger: "If I really didn't want you anymore, wouldn't that be letting you off easy?"
Before Jiang Suonan could react, he shoved Jiang Suonan away decisively, leaned back on the sofa, and glanced at the man's shoulder again: "If you don't stop the bleeding, you'll really die."
"Would you feel sorry for me if I died?" Jiang Sunan blurted out almost without thinking, his eyes flickering slightly.
"You've got a really good idea."
"I like you too." Jiang Sunan said this out of the blue. Jiang Qingyan didn't say anything, and casually picked up the newspaper on the table and leaned back on the sofa to read it.
The private doctor arrived quickly and, upon seeing the scene, felt that the two were being far too calm. Besides, it couldn't have been someone who stabbed themselves in the shoulder with a fruit knife, could it? Of course, that was not his concern. After treating the wound and giving a few instructions, he quickly left.
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