He sighed softly, "When I was young, I, Jiang Peitian, could have anything I wanted and was incredibly successful. But now, in my old age, I've ended up like this."
Wen Zhaoye didn't let him off the hook, saying:
"You brought this on yourself, and now you're blaming others."
Looking at Jiang Peitian, who was dejected and dared not respond, Wen Jiaojiao had a premonition that Jiang Peitian might not be as happy here as he was at the Jiang residence.
After all, the elderly are emotionally fragile; who could stand being scolded like that every day?
Although Jiang Ci harbored resentment towards Jiang Peitian for causing her unhappy family life, he was still her biological father and treated her extremely well.
Her eyes were gentle as she said softly, "Brother, let's not talk about Dad too much. He looks quite pitiful now. His temples are all gray, and he looks weak."
“He was exhausted every night when he was young. If he wasn’t weak, who would be?” Wen Zhaoye retorted sharply.
Jiang Peitian's face turned red, and he slapped his thigh in anger, saying:
"Oh dear, I'm too scared to see you again. Luckily, this house is big enough. From now on, if I see you, I'll turn around and go back to my room to hide. I don't believe you can still put your mouth on me."
Seeing him get up to leave, Wen Zhaoye coldly uttered:
"Why go back to your room? Let's eat. If you get sick from starving, the whole family will have to spend time going to the hospital to see you."
Without saying a word, Jiang Peitian turned and walked towards the restaurant. He sat at the table, letting Wen Zhaoye grumble a few words, and ate his meal as if he hadn't heard a thing.
Just as Wen Zhaoye was about to speak again, Wen Jiaojiao interrupted him impatiently:
"Alright, you're so long-winded. You can't even have a quiet meal. I'm tired of hearing it."
Wen Zhaoye decisively shut up: "Then I won't say anything more."
Jiang Peitian secretly rolled his eyes at him:
Do you think I'm easy to bully?
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