Chapter 105: The Cannon Fodder in a Dogblood Novel (105)
Lu Yanli interrupted Fu Sizhao, his tone very flat.
“I just went to offer a single stick of incense, that’s all. Let’s go.”
Fu Sizhao curled his lip but ultimately said nothing more.
…
Fu Sizhao lived in this villa district as well.
After the driver took Fu Sizhao home, he then took Lu Yanli.
The car interior was silent.
Lu Yanli leaned back against the seat, the string of Buddhist beads held firmly in his palm.
He had to send people to investigate as soon as possible.
What exactly had happened to Shen Tangqing during this past year?
Who had such great ability to keep everyone in the dark for so long…
The next day, when Shen Tangqing woke up and went downstairs, Jiang Qingyan was sitting in the living room working.
Hearing the footsteps, he looked up.
The moment he saw Shen Tangqing, the hand resting on his laptop froze.
His Adam’s apple bobbed slightly.
“You’re awake?”
“Yeah. Does Brother Yan not have to go to the company today?”
The corners of Jiang Qingyanâs mouth tightened slightly.
“The company isn’t busy.” After saying that, he clicked save on the document, closed the laptop, and stood up. “Auntie Li has prepared breakfast. Go eat.”
“Has Brother Yan not eaten yet?” It was past nine o’clock; Shen Tangqing had assumed Jiang Qingyan had already finished breakfast.
Jiang Qingyanâs fingertips hanging at his side curled slightly, his voice remaining calm. “Not yet.”
…
Coming out of the dining room, Jiang Jianjun was sitting on the sofa in the living room, holding a newspaper.
Hearing the footsteps, he lifted his eyelids to scan Shen Tangqing. His eyes behind the glasses narrowed slightly,
Then he slowly withdrew his gaze, acting as if he hadn’t seen him at all.
Shen Tangqing stepped forward and politely greeted him.
“Uncle Jiang, good morning.”
“It’s already this time, and you’re still saying ‘morning’?” Jiang Jianjunâs voice carried a hint of impatience, his tone full of disdain.
Just as he spoke, Jiang Qingyan followed him out and picked up the conversation coldly and leisurely.
“It really isn’t early. After all, it’s normal for elderly people like you who can’t sleep to get up early. Old man, if you have nothing better to do, don’t just sit at home reading the paper. Go to the supermarket and fight for some eggs; itâll help you stay active.”
Jiang Jianjun: …
The hand gripping the newspaper tightened involuntarily, and his face instantly darkened. He looked at Jiang Qingyan with displeasure.
“Jiang Qingyan, what do you mean by that?”
Jiang Qingyanâs voice remained flat. “I mean exactly what I said. I’m afraid you’re bored, so I’m finding something for you to do.”
Jiang Jianjun was left speechless, his face turning into a palette of colors. He no longer had the high-and-mighty air he had shown toward Shen Tangqing just moments ago.
He only felt that Jiang Qingyan was like his motherâa mad dog who was always finding ways to make him miserable.
Shen Huayan entered the room, breaking the awkward atmosphere.
She held a few fresh flowers she had cut from the greenhouse.
Looking at the three in the living room, she chuckled softly. “What are you all chatting about?”
Jiang Jianjun glanced at her and said coldly, “Who asked you to butt in?”
Clearly, he was taking his anger out on Shen Huayan.
The smile on Shen Huayanâs face froze for a split second, and the hand holding the flowers tightened, her fingertips causing the stems to tremble slightly.
After a few seconds, she put on a gentle smile again, as if she hadn’t heard Jiang Jianjunâs cold words, and walked straight to the coffee table to arrange the flowers.
Jiang Qingyanâs expression didn’t change. He looked at Shen Huayan and, in a rare move, called her “Auntie Shen.”
“Auntie Shen, give the household registration booklet to Tangtang. I’m taking him to get his ID card and bank cards reissued.”
Shen Huayan was stunned for a second, then quickly reacted, a meaningful smile curling at her lips.
“Alright, Young Master.”
…
While eating just now, Shen Tangqing had discussed this with Jiang Qingyan.
He had originally intended to ask Shen Huayan for some money and go himself, but Jiang Qingyan said he had time today and would drive him.
Shen Tangqing didn’t refuse.
Jiang Jianjun glanced at Shen Tangqing, his tone impatient.
“He can just go himself for those things. Why are you running along?”
In his eyes, Shen Tangqing was just a tag-along brought by Shen Huayan. Even if he had returned from the dead, to Jiang Jianjun, he was just an expendable existence.
He couldn’t find a single ounce of affection for Shen Tangqingâs face.
Why did a man need to be so pretty?
Every time he looked at him, he seemed so petty and insignificant; it wasn’t pleasing at all.
Jiang Qingyanâs expression remained unchanged as he retorted flatly,
“Tangtang is my brother. Naturally, Iâll only be at peace if I accompany him personally. As for you, your temper is so high at your age; itâs easy to get a stroke or a heart attack. If you have time, have Auntie Li brew some cooling soup for you to drink…”
“Youâ” Jiang Jianjun was so stifled his face turned red. He slammed the newspaper onto the table.
“Jiang Qingyan, have you gone mad? Are you trying to make me miserable first thing in the morning?”
“I’m just stating facts,” Jiang Qingyan didn’t even flinch in the face of Jiang Jianjunâs fury, his expression still cold.
However, when he looked at Shen Tangqing, his tone softened involuntarily. “Go sit over there…”
Shen Tangqing didn’t say a word.
He sat on the very edge of the sofa, trying his best to minimize his presence.
He couldn’t help but complain in his heart: the relationship between Jiang Qingyan and Jiang Jianjun was still this terrible.
With a dark expression, Jiang Jianjun rose from the sofa, grabbed his coat, and slammed the door as he left.
Jiang Qingyan didn’t care; he didn’t even give him a second glance.
Before long, Shen Huayan came downstairs with the household registration booklet.
Before she could speak, Jiang Qingyan stood up and took the booklet directly from her hand.
He tilted his chin toward Shen Tangqing. “Let’s go.”
“Oh…”
Shen Huayan watched their retreating backs, her eyebrows arching slightly.
She was calculating when would be the best time to reveal her hand to Jiang Qingyan.
Trading Shen Tangqing for half of the shares in Jiang Qingyanâs hands wasn’t asking too much, right?
Once that was done, she could kick Jiang Jianjun to the curb and go abroad to live her own carefree life.
She was truly fed up with this arrogant old man.
As for Shen Tangqingâs personal wishes, they were not within her consideration. She had raised him, so he should naturally repay her.
Besides, staying with Jiang Qingyan wouldn’t be a hardship for him.
The process of reissuing the documents was smoother than expected.
Perhaps because Jiang Qingyan had called ahead, the staff were extremely efficient, and everything was settled in no time.
Holding the brand-new bank card, Shen Tangqingâs hanging heart finally settled.
He had money again.
While Jiang Qingyan was taking Shen Tangqing out for lunch, his phone rang.
He took a look, his brow furrowing slightly.
After finishing the call, he looked at Shen Tangqing. “Tangtang, I have something to take care of and need to go to the company for a bit. It won’t take long. Why don’t you come with me and sit at the Jiang Group for a while?”
Shen Tangqing still wanted to go buy a phone.
“Brother Yan, Iâm planning to go to the mall for a bit, so I won’t go to the Jiang Group with you.”
Jiang Qingyan was silent for a moment but didn’t force him.
“Fine. Which mall do you want to go to? I’ll take you…”
“No need. Iâll just go to Tone ahead.”
Tone was just in front of the restaurant, a four or five-minute walk away.
Jiang Qingyan pursed his lips. “Alright.” He took an auxiliary card from his wallet and handed it to Shen Tangqing.
“Buy whatever you want. Just swipe it.”
Shen Tangqing was stunned for a moment, not expecting Jiang Qingyan to give him a card.
But he smiled and refused. “It’s fine, Brother Yan. I have money in my card.”
“If you have money, save it for yourself. This card has no limit; just use it as you please.”
With that, he stood up and pushed the card toward Shen Tangqing.
Looking at the card, Shen Tangqing felt a small wave of emotion.
Is this the care of a family member?
After a moment of silence, Shen Tangqing whispered a thank you.
Jiang Qingyan didn’t look at Shen Tangqing. He kept his eyes lowered, focused on the soup bowl in front of him.
“Don’t mention it…” He paused for a second before adding, “I’m your brother. You can rely on me.”
Translator’s Note: Jiang Qingyan is really leaning into the “overbearing CEO brother” role! And Shen Huayan… sheâs something else. Trying to sell her own son for shares? Yikes. By the way, “Egg fighting” (ćśéč) is a common sight in China where elderly people rush to supermarkets for discounted items. Jiang Qingyan is essentially telling his dad to go join the senior citizens!
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