Chapter 38 Chapter 38 "Dad, do you still remember my mom? ...
The call volume was quite high, and Qiao Yu heard almost everything Luo Hao said.
After all, he was Jiang Mian’s biological father. His heart skipped a beat and he subconsciously looked up at Jiang Mian.
Jiang Mian put a spoonful of dumpling soup into his mouth.
"Okay, I understand."
He seemed to have heard a notice like "morning meeting tomorrow", so he replied politely, and then hung up the phone without paying any attention to Luo Hao's roar.
Qiao Yu: “…”
It feels like listening to a joke from hell.
"So calm?" Qiao Yu also picked up the spoon to eat.
Jiang Mian pushed the phone back in front of Qiao Yu: "I guess it will only be in the next few days."
Qiao Yu hesitated for a moment before speaking: "That's your biological father."
"Really?" Jiang Mian lowered his head and drank a mouthful of soup, with a hint of laughter in his words, "But you have to die when it's time to die."
After just a few words, Qiao Yu roughly understood Jiang Mian's attitude towards the matter and stopped asking.
Luo Hao was in a hurry over there, while Jiang Mian was enjoying a peaceful life over here.
After he finished his breakfast, he kissed Qiao Yu, went back home, and kissed Qiao Yu again.
After coaxing grandma to bask in the sun for a while, I went back to the room and was about to kiss Qiao Yu again when Qiao Yu's phone rang again.
He clicked on it and saw it was a Beijing number.
Qiao Yu gave the phone to Jiang Mian.
Jiang Mian hugged him, buried his face in Qiao Yu's neck, and refused the call.
Qiao Yu had no choice but to answer the phone.
He thought Luo Hao had changed his phone and continued to urge him, but he didn't expect that when he answered the phone, a female voice exploded into his ears like a firecracker: "Jiang Mian——!!! I know you are in Huaicheng!!!"
Qiao Yu subconsciously put the phone away, only to realize later that it was Qin Yulu's voice.
"Looking for you." He roared at a full decibel and insisted on giving the phone to Jiang Mian.
Jiang Mian was still sticking to Qiao Yu. He didn't even look at him. He just took the call and hung up.
Qiao Yu had no choice but to remind: "It's Qin Yulu."
The next second, the phone rang again, and Jiang Mian turned off the phone.
"You knew it was her?" Qiao Yu patted Jiang Mian's head. "What did you do? She's so angry."
Jiang Mian smiled, and the hot air he exhaled brushed his neck, causing Qiao Yu to shrink his head.
"The engagement is broken off."
"ah?"
"The previous engagement was to form an alliance with Jiang Jinhua, but it's no longer necessary now."
Jiang Mian's words were extremely calm, even cold.
Qiao Yu said "Oh", rubbed the back of his head a few times, and then lifted Jiang Mian from his shoulders.
"Didn't you inform Qin Yulu?"
After all, they are friends, and they should thank them.
"That's not necessary." Jiang Mian said.
Qiao Yu put Jiang Mian's head back.
"Besides, wouldn't you feel uncomfortable with a fiancée in the middle?" Jiang Mian said in a muffled voice, "I don't know what I was thinking at the time. I guess there was really nothing I could do..."
Jiang Mian was raised abroad for a long time and was suddenly brought back to China. He had no money and no power.
Faced with various forces represented by Jiang Junyao and Jiang Jinhua, he managed to make a name for himself among them and let everyone in the circle know that the Jiang family has a third young master.
Although it seems prosperous on the surface, the pain is now easily brushed away with a simple "there is really nothing I can do".
Qiao Yu still felt distressed.
He patted Jiang Mian on the back again, feeling that he should say something before they parted, but everything about the Jiang family was very unfamiliar to him. He had no idea what Jiang Mian would face or what would change this time.
Unknown things always make people nervous, but Qiao Yu didn't want her nervousness to affect Jiang Mian.
He closed his eyes and tilted his head slightly, resting his face on his shoulder.
"Do we have to go?" Qiao Yu asked.
Jiang Mian hummed softly.
Qiao Yu actually wanted to ask, "Can I not go?"
But he opened his mouth and didn't ask.
When it comes to the Jiang family's affairs, Qiao Yu has always been reluctant to interfere.
Not long ago, he and Jiang Mian almost broke up. If it weren't for the second unexpected car accident, the two might still be at loggerheads.
Although Jiang Mian only had good feelings towards Qiao Yu after he lost his memory for the second time, Qiao Yu had no idea how deep this good feeling was and whether it was enough to compete with the entire Jiang family.
He didn't mind Jiang Mian taking over the Jiang family's business. He was just worried about those who came from shady backgrounds and was afraid that Jiang Mian would go astray step by step.
They finally got back together, and even Jiang Mian's memory hasn't fully recovered...
"Since your biological father is gone, why bother to go over and clean up his mess? The Jiang family is not a good place to stay. I'm always worried about you being there."
Qiao Yu compromised a lot and still said it out loud.
"Don't worry." Jiang Mian wrapped his palm around the back of his head and inserted his fingers into his hair to rub it gently. "Everything that needs to be decided has been decided. I'll go through the process and come back when I'm done."
Before leaving, Jiang Mian gave Qiao Yu a reassurance pill - perhaps only half a pill, as Qiao Yu was still a little nervous.
He didn’t know how long this “busy job” would take, and perhaps Jiang Mian himself didn’t know either.
Qiao Yu felt powerless about things beyond these abilities. They had been separated for too long and were no longer the teenagers who tied their lives together. That was the path Jiang Mian had chosen, and there seemed to be nothing he could do except wait.
That afternoon, Jiang Mian left Huaicheng despite repeated urgings.
Mr. Jiang didn't leave the place where he lived before, and he was buried there.
Jiang Junyao and Jiang Jinhua had arrived a long time ago. Old Master Jiang wanted to see Jiang Mian, so everyone had to make way for him when he went.
Everyone was whispering and talking to each other behind their backs.
It didn't matter what they talked about anymore. Jiang Mian walked straight into the ward without looking around.
The door is closed, blocking out the disturbances from the outside world.
The heavy machinery has been removed, and there are no other instruments beside the bed except the oxygen supply system.
Old Master Jiang lay there quietly, breathing steadily, as if he was asleep.
"Dad." Jiang Mian called him.
The person on the bed slowly opened his eyes: "Here it comes."
His voice was old and weak, and there seemed to be a mouthful of thick phlegm in his throat, which was stuck somewhere and couldn't go up or down.
Jiang Mian leaned over and held his hand: "Son is late."
The old man laughed and closed his eyes, which were not open much to begin with.
He laughed so hard that he coughed a little and was a little breathless. Jiang Mian turned around and wanted to call a doctor, but the doctor grabbed his finger, and because he had no strength left, it slipped down again.
"Dad," Jiang Mian turned around and held his hand again, "Do you have anything to tell your son?"
The old man raised his head slightly, and Jiang Mian immediately put his ear close to him.
"I know everything you do in private."
Jiang Mian's eyelashes drooped, shadows covered his pupils, and even his gaze became a little gloomy.
In recent years, he has been tracing the source of capital flows in the companies under his name, but many times it is impossible to keep it completely secret.
Although he knew that the news would eventually reach Old Master Jiang, Jiang Mian had always preferred that both parties maintain superficial relations without making a fuss. However, he did not expect that this one sentence would expose everything in the open.
"Everything under your name...I have taken care of it for you."
Those that are black and white, or a mixture of black and white, are all white when they turn to Jiang Mian.
Jiang Mian raised his eyebrows slightly.
Maybe he got it wrong.
Jiang Mian said softly: "Thank you, Dad."
"Jun Yao... is not a threat to you. If you... leave him alone, everything I have... the Jiang family..."
"Dad," Jiang Mian suddenly interrupted him, "Do you still remember my mom?"
Mr. Jiang stopped.
"You don't remember, do you?" Jiang Mian curled his lips, "I forgot too."
The woman who died on a winter night more than ten years ago never had a name from beginning to end.
Old Master Jiang didn't say anything else. He just half-closed his eyes and looked at Jiang Mian quietly.
"The entire Jiang family is... yours... you are my son... what do you want?"
Jiang Mian shook his head: "I don't want anything."
Old Master Jiang laughed, and his throat made a rustling sound, like a broken harmonica, making a piercing sound in the whistling evening breeze.
"What do you want..." He raised his hand, as if trying to grab something, "What do you want..."
Jiang Mian stood up straight and didn't answer it.
"Okay..." Old Master Jiang stared at Jiang Mian with a gloomy expression on his face, "Okay, you are worthy of being... my child..."
That was the last sentence Jiang Mian heard from the old man.
Afterwards, he went to notarize the handover of the will, and when he came back, the old man had already passed away.
Jiang Mian didn't even want to pretend. He didn't show any emotional fluctuations throughout the whole process. He just went through the process and then everyone went home after that.
In comparison, Jiang Junyao was very excited.
When the will was announced, he even rushed up to fight with Jiang Mian, shouting that it was a forgery and yelling at him to hire a lawyer.
Jiang Jinhua couldn't bear it anymore and asked someone to take Jiang Junyao away to calm him down.
He was thinking about how to surrender to Jiang Mian, but the next second, Jiang Mian opened his mouth and planned to hand over the full power of the company to Jiang Jinhua.
Jiang Jinhua was almost knocked unconscious by this huge pie that fell from the sky.
"You don't want it?" He couldn't believe it.
"I won't stay in Beijing," Jiang Mian said, "My dad is gone, and I have nothing to fight for."
Jiang Jinhua understood after just these few words.
If Jiang Mian had no ambitions, the family dividends alone would be enough for him to live the rest of his life in wealth.
The love and hatred between father and son ended when one of them died, while Jiang Jinhua, who was outside the vortex, finally became the beneficiary after the fight between Jiang Mian and Jiang Junyao.
"Uncle San," Jiang Mian smiled and stretched out his hand to him, "It's a pleasure to work with you."
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