Jiang Ancheng came to Old Madam Feng and called her mother.

Madam Feng nodded and looked at Jiang Zhan carefully. Seeing that he was not only safe and sound, but also his clothes were clean, she couldn't help but ask, "Where did you find him?"

Jiang Ancheng stabbed Jiang Zhan with a look like a knife and said hoarsely, "Let's talk inside."

A group of people returned to Cixin Hall.

Jiang Si took the opportunity to squeeze next to Jiang Zhan, and tears rolled down his cheeks as soon as he opened his mouth: "Second brother——"

Seeing his sister crying, Jiang Zhan panicked and hurriedly took out a handkerchief to wipe her tears, but found nothing.

Only then did he remember that he had already changed his clothes.

"Fourth sister, don't cry, I'm fine." Jiang Zhan patted his arms, "Nothing's wrong, I'm stronger than a bull."

Jiang Si glared at Jiang Zhan fiercely, then turned and left.

Of course the crying is fake, but the anger is real.

After seeing the scene in the pleasure boat, she finally understood how unjustly her second brother died in his previous life. He was drunk, molested and pushed into the river.

In her previous life, if the crown prince had not been deposed and implicated in the Minister of Rites's Mansion, and if only a few words about her second brother's affairs had not been leaked, she would not have become suspicious, and her second brother would have died with regrets.

Jiang Si thought about what happened last night and felt both distressed and angry towards his brother. He secretly vowed to make Jiang Zhan suffer this time and make sure he would never dare to hang out with those bad friends again.

"Fourth sister——" Jiang Zhan hurried after her, but Jiang Ancheng looked back at him and he immediately calmed down.

The group entered the main hall, and before anyone could say anything, Jiang Zhan knelt down on his knees: "It's all my fault. I made the elders worry."

Whenever Jiang Zhan thought of Yu Jin telling him that his father had brought people to look for him for most of the day, his calves couldn't help but tremble.

This time we really got into big trouble!

"Zhan'er, what happened last night?" Old Madam Feng asked as she sat down on the armchair.

Jiang Zhan knelt down obediently: "Last night, Yang Shengcai and a few others asked me to go to Jinshui River to play. I drank a lot of wine. When I woke up, I found that I was rescued. It turned out that the pleasure boat caught fire and everyone fell into the water..."

Jiang Zhan of course remembered that it was Yang Sheng who pushed him into the river, and as for the subsequent fire on the pleasure boat, it was Yu Jin who told him about it.

After Yu Jin's reminder, he knew he couldn't tell the truth.

Yang Shengcai is already dead. If he says that he was harmed by Yang Shengcai, then all kinds of troubles will arise.

Although Jiang Zhan was impulsive, he was very receptive to his friend's very reasonable words.

"I'm glad that he's okay. You guys go back and pack up and get ready for dinner." After listening to Jiang Zhan's story, Old Lady Feng thought to herself that this grandson was a very lucky man, but there might be some troubles at the Minister of Rites' Mansion.

Old Madam Feng is a person who understands very well the wickedness of human nature.

In her opinion, it would be fine if Jiang Zhan was rescued in time like the other three children, but Jiang Zhan and Yang Shengcai were never found, and they were in great trouble. In the end, Jiang Zhan returned home safely, but Yang Shengcai's body was pulled up. Even if the Minister of Rites knew it was not Jiang Zhan's fault, they would still feel unwilling.

This is not difficult to imagine. We both fell into the water and went missing, so why did my child die while your child was fine?

Thinking about this, Madam Feng said, "Boss, after dinner, go to the residence of the Minister of Rites and bring some gifts."

Jiang Ancheng's expression was blank: "My son is tired."

Old Madam Feng frowned in displeasure. Seeing her eldest son's dull look, she turned to Old Master Jiang and said, "Old Master, go ahead. Remember to say more comforting words."

"Don't worry, mother. I know what to do." Old Master Jiang was in a bad mood at the moment.

They fell into the river while swimming together and disappeared. The grandson of the Minister of Rites died, but Jiang Zhan did not. Even if the Yang family did not say it, they would certainly feel uncomfortable with the Dongping Marquis's Mansion in their hearts, which would undoubtedly affect his development in officialdom.

Madam Feng also instructed Second Madam Xiao to prepare a thank-you gift and have the steward deliver it to Jiang Zhan's savior: "We can't let people think that the Bo family is ungrateful, but we must also keep our distance to avoid people having any inappropriate thoughts."

Jiang Ancheng was annoyed and said calmly, "Mother, I'll go back and change my clothes first."

The sun was scorching outside. Jiang Ancheng squinted his eyes, feeling as if he were in a dream.

Until now, he still couldn't believe that his bastard son came back alive and well.

Jiang Ancheng's mind was blank, but his feet were moving very fast.

Jiang Zhan kowtowed twice to Old Madam Feng and ran after her.

Jiang Si then spoke: "Grandma, your granddaughter is going to visit father and second brother."

"Go ahead." Old Madam Feng said impatiently.

Thinking of the inexplicable offense against the Minister of Rites, Old Madam Feng became more and more dislikeful to the first wife.

She realized that as long as the eldest family didn't cause trouble, it was good enough. Expecting any of them to be successful was just a fool's dream.

After chasing all the way to Jiang Ancheng's residence, Jiang Zhan knelt down and said, "Father, please hit me. This is all my fault!"

Jiang Ancheng looked at his son kneeling on the ground without saying a word.

He thought that he would feel better by beating his son every time he got into trouble, but this time he didn't even have the desire to hit him.

Such a bastard is about to get married and have children. If he doesn't repent and make progress, does he have to be beaten into success?

No, he didn't expect him to become successful. As long as this evil creature didn't cause any trouble and lived a peaceful and stable life, he would be thankful.

Jiang Ancheng felt deeply disappointed.

Jiang Zhan raised his head and met those eyes full of disappointment.

"Father——" Jiang Zhan was a little panicked.

He had never seen his father like this before, and it frightened him inexplicably.

"Go back and have dinner." Jiang Ancheng said lightly.

Jiang Zhan knelt still: "Father——"

He looked at Jiang Ancheng eagerly, wishing that he would beat him up as usual.

Everyone is happy.

But Jiang Ancheng didn't do that. He turned around and walked into the house with his hands behind his back.

Jiang Zhan stared blankly at his father's back, and suddenly realized that the father who seemed as tall as a mountain in his impression was not as tall as him, and his figure was even thinner than he remembered.

At this moment, Jiang Zhan woke up from a dream.

His father was old, but he refused to grow up, and ultimately disappointed everyone.

Jiang Zhan raised his hand and slapped himself hard.

How could he be so foolish? Even if he didn't have outstanding talent or superhuman perseverance, at least he could be a son that his father could trust and a brother that his sister could rely on. This was not difficult.

But he didn't even do that.

What a bastard he is!

Jiang Zhan raised his hand to pull towards himself again, but was stopped by Jiang Si.

"Fourth sister?"

Jiang Si sighed deeply: "Second brother, don't play with those bad friends in the future."

She really didn't ask her brother to be successful, just living a good life was enough.

Jiang Zhan nodded heavily.

He is so stupid, he always takes brotherhood as the most important thing. Now I know that not everyone can be a friend. Some people are born to be incompatible. You treat him as a brother, but he doesn't even treat you as a person.

Once something happens to him, it is his relatives who are sad, not those so-called "friends".