I had a child with the main lead chapter 33.1

Chapter 33 part 1

“Play.”

The word left Tang Yue’s mind blank for a while; he hadn’t expected Jiang Shulu to say that.

Yet, the person in question was urging him to eat, just like before when they were in the group, showing great concern for Tang Yue’s food, clothing, shelter, and transportation.

Previously, their manager, Manager Lin, thought that these four people seemed very incongruous.

Jiang Shulu, who was born with a golden spoon in his mouth, should logically be the least self-sufficient, yet he excelled at everything.

Even the assistant, who had received secret training before joining the team, found it unbearable, feeling like an idiot compared to the terrifyingly efficient life management of the wealthy young master.

Liu Xicháo lost his mother at a young age and his father in his youth, supporting his younger brother and fighting his way to the top through talent shows. His materialism seemed only natural, and like Yao Lixin, he loved to show off.

Tang Yue, whose original family was a mess, should have been independent and self-reliant.

Living together, he was like a fairy who had just arrived in the mortal world. Not only was he unfamiliar with many things, but he also disliked the lack of technological advancement. Everyone attributed it to his amnesia, and it was understandable.

Jiang Shulu, who had been served his whole life, became the one serving Tang Yue. Yao Lixin and Liu Xicháo didn’t need to worry about their daily meals; they were very mindful of their health.

Only Tang Yue; if you didn’t keep a close eye on him, he would be picky and not eat, or he would forget to eat while writing songs or practicing the piano.

They were all adults; Yao Lixin didn’t think there was any need to urge him, as it would disrupt Tang Yue’s train of thought.

But Jiang Shulu stubbornly believed that eating was crucial, and every time Tang Yue was lost in his music in the glass room, Jiang Shulu would watch him silently from outside.

Liu Xicháo thought Jiang Shulu was like Tang Yue’s personal butler.

Later, after Liu Xicháo and Jiang He officially got together, he learned why Jiang Shulu cared so much about eating.

It turned out that this young master wasn’t born into the Jiang family.

He was Jiang’s illegitimate son and didn’t even have this name initially.

The legitimate heir, the eldest son, died young, so this illegitimate child was brought in.

Jiang He mentioned it casually, but it allowed Liu Xicháo to connect all the incongruities in Jiang Shulu’s persona.

Why, despite being the Jiang family’s only heir, was his relationship with Mrs. Jiang so ordinary?

Jiang Shulu’s lack of a young master’s airs, it turned out that before he was recognized, he had experienced a period of great hardship.

Jiang Shulu’s father, Jiang Kaicheng, had poor health and only had one child.

Jiang Shulu was an accident.

An act of deception by Jiang Kaicheng, a grown man, against a barely adult girl, causing her to cut ties with her family but not getting the future she desired.

Thinking she had found happiness, she discovered that she was the third party, and Jiang Kaicheng didn’t want to acknowledge her or the child.

Jiang Shulu wandered with his mother, brought back only when his mother was seriously ill.

He became a perfect replacement for the deceased eldest son.

Almost no one in the circle knows that this “Jiang Shulu” wasn’t the original one.

They only know that at the age of seven, his health miraculously improved, and he appeared before everyone as the perfect heir.

Life in the Jiang family’s main branch was dull and boring.

Jiang He told Liu Xicháo that it was like a mold factory.

Every child inevitably became a perfect person outwardly, but they easily became tools of the family.

Unlike Jiang He, who was rescued midway, Jiang Shulu wasn’t the top choice from the beginning, so he was “optimized” to the most extreme extent.

Unnecessary parts were squeezed out, and all aspects that damaged the “perfect” label were removed, making his every move an example, making him the undisputed “heir” in the circle.

Jiang He: “But the first time I saw Shulu, I knew he wasn’t fully molded yet.”

The relationship between Liu Xicháo and Jiang He was initially just a simple sponsorship. All the funding for Liu Xicháo’s studies came from Jiang He’s foundation, and there were regular charity meetings each year.

The first time he saw Jiang He was in a cornfield.

The second time was at a village primary school. That year, Jiang He’s lover had just broken up with him; the man looked as if a piece of his flesh had been gouged out, his complexion pale and his body frail.

But his demeanor still carried expensive suits, and his appearance was enough to make a child who hadn’t left the mountains yet yearn for it.

Liu Xicháo was fifteen that year; he coveted Jiang He’s suits, watches, and shoes, yearning for wealth.

He didn’t expect that he would end up with this person at the age of twenty.

The man still had a sickly pallor, seemingly unrelated to youth.

If Jiang He and Jiang Shulu stood together, the uncle and nephew were like a newly lit candle and a candle about to be extinguished.

Jiang He: “At first, I thought he had truly settled down, but that year, when he took on that project, I understood.”

Jiang He stroked the soft hair of his young lover. The materialistic idol didn’t have that gentleness in front of others; his eyes held cunning and endless greed, as if he wanted to completely devour Jiang He.

Liu Xicháo: “Jiang Shulu has many faces; he hides them from us. I’d like to see how long he can keep it up.”

The words sounded harsh at first, but they carried the dark sarcasm and intimacy of familiar people; for Liu Xicháo, who was naturally refined and self-serving, it was completely a “gift from a friend.”

This was his rare display of human kindness.

Jiang He: “I hope he gets what he wants.”

Jiang He’s voice carried a sickly weakness, but it didn’t stop Liu Xicháo from lying on his lap.

The male star, who had just returned from a busy film shoot, smiled and grabbed Jiang He’s hand: “Uncle, so sentimental? Are you getting old?”

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