Chapter 54: The Cannon Fodder in a Dogblood Novel (54)
Of course, although confused, he wouldn’t be silly enough to ask.
Before Jiang Qingyan could speak, Shen Tangqing slipped away.
Jiang Qingyan watched Shen Tangqing’s retreating back, the irritability in his eyes deepening, his lips pressed tightly into a line.
Am I the plague?
Running away as soon as he sees me?
As a result, just as Shen Tangqing went upstairs, he ran into Shen Huayan coming toward him.
Truly worthy of a woman who rose to power as the mistress; even though she was in her early forties, she looked like she was only in her thirties.
Even at home, she wore exquisite makeup. A wine-red silk long dress wrapped around her exquisite figure, and a black shawl draped over her shoulders.
It made her look graceful and luxurious, yet carrying a somewhat distant arrogance.
When she saw Shen Tangqing, her brows knitted first, her tone carrying an imperceptible blame.
“Dinner is ready. Why are you running upstairs?”
Shen Tangqing went upstairs purely because he didn’t want to stay with Jiang Qingyan.
He was worried that if he sat in the living room, Jiang Qingyan would have a fit and kick him again, telling him to get out of his sight.
Quite awkward…
He vaguely made up an excuse. “Oh, I was going to wash my face in my room.”
A trace of doubt flashed through Shen Huayan’s beautiful eyes. “Isn’t your room downstairs?”
Only then did Shen Tangqing realize that Shen Huayan had just returned and didn’t know Jiang Qingyan had made him move upstairs.
He coughed lightly, lowering his voice a bit. “Brother Yan told me to move upstairs…”
Shen Huayan’s face sank.
“That little bastard let you move upstairs? Would he be that kind? Doesn’t he wish we would get the hell out of the Jiang family?”
Shen Huayan’s three consecutive questions left Shen Tangqing confused too.
How would he know what Jiang Qingyan was thinking…
“I don’t know. He told me to move, so I moved.”
Shen Huayan sneered, her tone full of undisguised disdain for Shen Tangqing.
“You do whatever he tells you to do. You’d even help count the money after being sold. How did I give birth to such a brainless waste like you!”
After speaking, she pulled her shawl tighter and swept a cold glance at Shen Tangqing. “Go, let’s go down. Your uncle just messaged that he’s almost home.”
Shen Tangqing: “…”
Shen Tangqing looked at Shen Huayan’s back and couldn’t help curling his lip.
He figured out why the original Shen Tangqing developed that kind of personality in the book.
In the living room downstairs.
Hearing footsteps, Jiang Qingyan turned his head and saw Shen Huayan.
His face instantly darkened further.
Shen Huayan wore a perfectly appropriate smile. “Eldest Young Master.”
Jiang Qingyan withdrew his eyes coldly, ignoring her.
Shen Huayan’s expression twisted for a moment. That gentle smile almost cracked, her nails digging into the soft flesh of her palm.
The next second, she returned to normal.
She walked to the sofa and sat down, lowering her head to admire her newly done manicure.
Shen Tangqing sat on a single sofa on the other side.
No one spoke. The atmosphere was quiet to the point of being somewhat eerie.
Fortunately, only about three or four minutes passed.
Jiang Jianjun returned.
His gaze fell on Jiang Qingyan, and he couldn’t help frowning. “Why did you change clothes after coming back? Are you going out later?”
Jiang Qingyan’s expression paused.
His voice was indifferent, betraying no emotion. “En, going out.”
Jiang Jianjun was also used to Jiang Qingyan’s coldness toward him.
Since his mother died and he married Shen Huayan, Jiang Qingyan hadn’t given him a pleasant look.
But after all, he was his own son, and exceptionally excellent at that. Jiang Jianjun had always had high expectations for him and didn’t want to truly strain the relationship.
Shen Huayan stood up from the sofa with a smile, her tone gentle. “Husband, you’re back… The servants have prepared dinner.”
After speaking, she winked at Shen Tangqing, signaling him to greet him.
Shen Tangqing stood up from the sofa and called out “Uncle” to Jiang Jianjun.
But Jiang Jianjun seemed not to hear, not even looking at him.
He just nodded slightly to Shen Huayan. “Let’s go!”
Just as he turned around,
He was stopped by Jiang Qingyan.
“Old man!”
Jiang Qingyan spoke suddenly. His voice wasn’t loud, but it made Jiang Jianjun’s footsteps halt.
He stood up from the sofa and walked forward slowly.
“Someone greeted you, and you didn’t even reply! You haven’t reached the age of being deaf and blind yet, so how come you can’t hear when someone calls you?”
Jiang Qingyan’s expression was calm, and his voice was cold, as if stating an insignificant matter.
As soon as these words came out, not only was Jiang Jianjun stunned, but even Shen Tangqing and Shen Huayan were dumbfounded… What is this scene?
The air in the living room seemed to freeze.
Jiang Jianjun’s face was livid. Pointing a finger at Jiang Qingyan, his tone was full of unbelievable anger.
“Jiang Qingyan, do you know what you are saying? Teaching me how to do things? Are you crazy?”
Jiang Qingyan’s fingertips carelessly rubbed the ring on his index finger, not even lifting his eyelids. “I’m just reminding you; you should still have basic manners.”
Jiang Jianjun’s face turned from green to black, the anger in his voice growing even stronger.
“Do you think your wings have hardened just because I handed the company over to you? Daring to talk to me like this, I think you’ve lost your mind!”
Jiang Qingyan chuckled lightly, but the laugh was brief, sounding more like a cold snort. “Your company?”
A sarcastic arc overflowed from the corner of his lips. “That is my mother’s company. When did it become your company? Moreover, that little bit of shares in your hand… really isn’t enough to look at.”
These words were like a needle, ruthlessly piercing Jiang Jianjun’s heart.
He was originally a “Phoenix man”—a man from humble beginnings who married into wealth. By marrying the pearl of the Ning family back then, he saved himself decades of struggle.
But deep in his bones, he was still insecure. He hated it most when others mentioned his background and… didn’t give him face.
Jiang Qingyan’s words were tantamount to stomping his dignity on the ground. He was trembling all over with anger.
Pointing at Jiang Qingyan, he stammered “You” twice… but couldn’t spit out a complete sentence.
Jiang Qingyan lifted his eyelids to look at the somewhat flustered and exasperated Jiang Jianjun, shrugging his shoulders.
“Look, you’re getting anxious again…”
He paused, his gaze sweeping unobtrusively over Shen Tangqing on the side, his tone very calm.
“When someone calls you Uncle, you should respond. Otherwise, if word gets out, people will think our Jiang family lacks even basic upbringing!”
Jiang Jianjun: “…”
He figured it out.
This kid wasn’t standing up for Shen Tangqing.
He was just looking to make him unhappy.
Of course, Shen Huayan and Shen Tangqing had this thought as well.
The brain circuits of the three people inexplicably reached a consensus at this moment.
Seeing this, Shen Huayan on the side quickly stepped forward to smooth things over.
“Husband, the Eldest Young Master didn’t mean it; just a childish temper. Let’s eat quickly; the food is getting cold.”
After speaking, she tugged at Jiang Jianjun’s sleeve coquettishly.
Jiang Jianjun took a deep breath, glared fiercely at Jiang Qingyan, and finally suppressed his anger, turning to walk toward the dining room.
Just as he said, Jiang Qingyan’s wings had hardened; he could do nothing about him! Moreover, Jiang Qingyan was his only son. Fathers and sons don’t hold grudges overnight. If they really fell out, he would be the one losing face.
Jiang Qingyan sneered. “Quite used to pretending to be the good person.”
His voice wasn’t quiet, enough for the people in the living room to hear.
Shen Huayan’s steps paused for a moment. The gentle smile on her face twisted for a second because of this sentence but quickly returned to normal.
Jiang Jianjun turned his head to look at Jiang Qingyan, anger rising again. “Who are you being sarcastic about?”
Jiang Qingyan didn’t speak, just hooked the corner of his lips at him. That smile was full of mockery, raising Jiang Jianjun’s blood pressure another few notches.
Unfilial son, really going to anger him to death!
Shen Huayan still wore a perfectly appropriate smile on her face, comforting him, “Husband, don’t get angry with the Eldest Young Master. The food is getting cold; eating is more important…”
Jiang Jianjun gave a cold snort and walked toward the dining room with large strides.
Jiang Qingyan watched the backs of the two leaving and dusted off non-existent dust from his black vest, his movements elegant yet carrying a bit of carelessness.
He lifted his foot to walk toward the dining room.
After taking two steps, he stopped again, looking at Shen Tangqing who was still standing in the same place, and spat out only one word. “Walk!”
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