Part 2
Yao Lixin: Worried about what? That he’ll be kicked out of the house for being with you? It’s okay, you’re not short of money now, make a quick comeback.
Yao Lixin: But if the Captain quits, will Clear Sky change bosses? @Liu Xichao
Liu Xichao: No, Jiang He, that old fox, is shrewd.
The group was still chatting passionately with 99+ messages, accompanied by various Tang Mian meme stickers.
Yao Lixin really had no baggage, taking the kid to the skating rink. Tang Mian was playing like crazy, not caring at all about his father’s major life event.
After Jiang Mingxun’s speech, it was Jiang Shulu’s turn.
Sitting next to Jiang Kaicheng, Zhu Qiong already had a bad feeling. She asked Jiang Kaicheng in a low voice: “Are you sure Dad and Shulu have talked?”
Jiang Kaicheng also lowered his voice: “Talked, said Shulu accepted everything.”
Zhu Qiong was wearing exquisite makeup today, looking like one of the more energetic ladies of her age.
But because she lost her fertility after giving birth to Jiang Shu, and raising an illegitimate child all these years made her depressed, her face always carried a bit of meanness.
At this moment, Zhu Qiong was a little anxious, not realizing her manicured nails had scratched Jiang Kaicheng’s hand.
Jiang Kaicheng frowned and held her hand back: “Calm down.”
The man on stage had handsome features, and every step he took was flawless. This was simply the couple’s most perfect work.
Even if he was a substitute almost no one knew about.
Zhu Qiong: “How can I calm down? Didn’t we check the guest list before? Didn’t you know Liang Yi was bringing someone?”
Jiang Kaicheng was also in a bad mood. Even people inside the Jiang family had asked if they had become open-minded.
Once Jiang Shulu chose to marry a man, it meant he had no heir.
This violated the ancestral rules, and naturally, it could be passed on to the next heir.
Jiang Kaicheng chose the “civet cat for the prince” trick because he was afraid of such a thing happening.
Later, he also tried IVF, but failed without exception.
His sperm motility was too low; if there wasn’t any, there wasn’t any.
Jiang Shulu was his only child now, but Zhu Qiong wouldn’t be Jiang Shulu’s biological mother.
Jiang Kaicheng: “She hid Tang Yue so well, who could find out.”
His voice was tinged with anger: “I don’t believe Shulu hasn’t checked. If even he couldn’t find out, would he pull this on us five years later?”
Separated by an empty seat, Jiang He looked at Jiang Shulu on stage.
The first time he saw Jiang Shulu, he didn’t know this nephew wasn’t his biological nephew.
Jiang Shulu disguised himself well, and the couple Jiang Kaicheng and Zhu Qiong also acted well.
If Jiang Shulu hadn’t discovered the true cause of Zhou Maiyin’s death, he probably could have been the Jiang family’s Jiang Shulu for a lifetime, and there wouldn’t have been years of silent preparation overseas.
Jiang He sensed the emotions of his elder brother and sister-in-law beside him, smiling and applauding with the people offstage.
Jiang Shulu first offered congratulations to his grandfather Jiang Mingxun, and then routinely reported on the development of the Jiang family under his leadership.
The man under the spotlight had a face far superior to Jiang Kaicheng’s when he was young.
The boy band days had indeed enhanced Jiang Shulu’s charm; just standing there casually was enough to make people unable to look away.
It’s just that today everyone’s focus wasn’t only on Jiang Shulu; they would also glance at Tang Yue’s position every now and then.
Jiang Shulu: “Today, I’m not just here to wish Mr. Jiang Mingxun a happy birthday; I have a few things to announce.”
The audience immediately began whispering.
Jiang Kaicheng stood up and called out “Shulu”: “Come here for a moment.”
Even Jiang Mingxun, who had left, came back in his wheelchair.
The front row was filled with people from the Jiang main family, and there were many relatives familiar with Jiang He who felt this scene was déjà vu.
The inheritance that was supposed to fall into Jiang He’s hands in the previous generation was lost like this.
The person involved sat comfortably, without any regret of loss. Instead, he looked much more at ease than his older brother Jiang Kaicheng, who had gotten everything.
Just then, Liu Xichao came back. Jiang He turned his head to talk to him, making his true feelings easily visible.
Offstage, Liang Yi revealed a smile: “Is the exciting part coming?”
Here were all business partners. The birthday star and the father in power interrupted Jiang Shulu in unison, but only interrupted the lighting person. Jiang Shulu standing on stage suddenly smiled.
Jiang Shulu: “First, I am not the real Jiang Shulu. Everyone knows I changed my name; that’s because the real Jiang Shu died long ago.”
The audience was in an uproar.
“What does that mean?”
“If he’s not Jiang Shulu, who else can he be?”
“Don’t tell me the recent popular real and fake young master theme has come into reality? Wealthy families aren’t stupid; can they be fooled like this?”
“That’s just in novels; how can it be true.”
Jiang Kaicheng walked over but was stopped by Jiang He.
Jiang Mingxun wanted to stand up, but the nanny taking care of him seemed to have grown hundreds of guts and actually stopped him.
Jiang He turned his head: “Big Brother, did you think you had victory in your grasp?”
Veins were popping out on Jiang Kaicheng’s forehead. Zhu Qiong wanted to push Jiang He away but failed.
Zhu Qiong: “Jiang He, are you crazy? This is revenge. You actually instigated Shulu…”
On stage, Jiang Shulu shook his head: “It wasn’t Little Uncle’s instigation; I wanted to say it long ago.”
He continued: “Second, my biological mother’s name is Zhou Maiyin. She was deceived by Jiang Kaicheng.”
“Jiang Kaicheng told my biological mother back then that he wasn’t married and only loved her.”
The man’s voice betrayed no emotion, like a plain narration.
The lights were bright, but Jiang Shulu subconsciously looked at Tang Yue in the crowd. The other party just looked at him calmly.
Jiang Shulu liked Tang Yue’s eyes very much. It seemed that staring for more than three seconds would pull one into the other’s world.
This was dangerous. For example, Yao Lixin said he couldn’t stand it, and Liu Xichao would also look away.
It was just a game, telling Jiang Shulu not to be too serious.
But they didn’t know that Jiang Shulu didn’t take this game of ‘whoever blinks first loses’ to heart at all. He greedily looked forward to the next opportunity to make eye contact.
Only at those times would Tang Yue not hastily look away.
The first glance at the seventeen-year-old boy was enough to make Jiang Shulu feel special.
After being together for a long time, Tang Yue’s uniqueness became more and more obvious.
For example, Tang Yue’s habits that couldn’t be explained by ordinary amnesia fit the characteristics of an alien very well.
Watching some interstellar movies and pointing out loopholes with a frown, so professional that Yao Lixin laughingly told him to be a screenwriter.
Tang Yue occasionally said he was an alien. Liu Xichao and Yao Lixin took it as a joke and played along.
Jiang Shulu sat aside, mysteriously thinking about the possibility.
Only such a possibility could make Tang Yue care so little about things normal people cared about.
He didn’t love money or fame, and he was exceptionally pure when looking at people.
Whether in the past or present, Jiang Shulu had no labels in his eyes. It seemed that Tang Yue could see through Jiang Shulu’s loneliness with a casual glance.
Just like now, Tang Yue smiled at him and outrageously blew a kiss.
Totally breaking the persona of Away’s maknae. It was as if Tang Yue had unlocked all the shackles he had placed on his soul and was running towards Jiang Shulu.
Bold, passionate, even reckless.
In the bustle of the hall, he sat quietly, as if waiting for Jiang Shulu to finish his explanation so they could go home together.
The home they briefly outlined after a certain livestream ended.
It didn’t need to be too big. There would be a children’s room, a home studio, and a balcony where plants could be grown.
A master bedroom that got sunlight every day.
And each other to wake up in each other’s arms.
Jiang Shulu: “Third, starting now, I quit.”
After speaking, he admired the expressions of the Jiang family members offstage.
Seven years old, seventeen years old, twenty-seven years old…
Before, no one questioned why Jiang Shulu’s life was so systematic, but at this moment, the only exception was offstage.
Liu Xichao led the applause, and Tang Yue followed suit.
The second generation watching the fun whistled and said “awesome” several times amidst the doubts, worthy of the big shot back then.
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