Part 4
—Jiang Shulu being an illegitimate child is strange; isn’t he Mrs. Jiang’s son? Who is Jiang Shu?
—Representative, help me out. I can’t eat it all. I feel this banquet was really wonderful; so envious of the influencers on the scene.
—A certain influencer is livestreaming chatting now; it’s all asking about this.
—How much hate does Jiang Shulu have? Choosing to say it on the old man’s birthday… isn’t he afraid of something happening?
—My brain can’t turn; Tang Yue is also an illegitimate child, right?
—It seemed to be dug up back then, but is this sister also an illegitimate daughter? Is the relationship so good now?
—I’m more worried about what Jiang Shulu quitting means… Captain! You lost your domineering CEO identity!!
The Jiang family manor was in chaos; Jiang Mingxun fainted directly from anger.
Jiang Kaicheng and Zhu Qiong didn’t quarrel; they sent the guests away, leaving only the Jiang family members at the scene.
Liu Xichao wanted to leave, but couldn’t help asking Jiang He: “Isn’t Jiang Shulu afraid of angering his grandfather to death?”
Jiang He: “The old man is in good health; he won’t die of anger even if I do.”
Jiang He’s temperament was inherently gloomy, plus the dark circles from long-term poor sleep. Even dressed expensively, he smelled a bit gloomy. In summary, he didn’t look like a good person.
Liu Xichao: “So you can’t do it.”
He leaned on Jiang He and pinched a disgusting tone: “Then I’m leaving first, hubby, you sing the next scene well.”
The scene was a mess. Originally, Jiang He could have walked away, after all, everyone knew he didn’t get along with Jiang Mingxun.
But now there was a smile on his lips, obviously wanting to stay and watch the fun.
Jiang He hummed: “Contact Tang Yue when you have time, let him look at the contract my assistant sent.”
Liu Xichao: “You really have no romance; do people have time to pay attention to your contract when they are eloping?”
Jiang He: …
After speaking, Liu Xichao left. Before leaving, he asked someone to take a photo of him smiling in the messy scene.
It was like a check-in spot. In the eyes of other Jiang family members, this man and Jiang He could actually be a perfect match.
Jiang Mingxun woke up not long after; the first thing he asked was Jiang Shulu’s whereabouts.
Jiang He sat by his bed. As the youngest son, Jiang He didn’t look much like Jiang Mingxun. He handed over a document directly.
It was written very clearly; it was the division of Jiang Shulu’s shares.
Almost completely severing ties with the Jiang family, and he even asked an authoritative notary office to notarize it.
Jiang Shulu also stated that he had contributed greatly to the development of the Jiang family over the years, and he had taken what he should.
Black and white, almost making the gray-haired old man faint again.
Jiang He put the phone that was on a call by the bed.
Jiang Shulu’s voice came from the other side.
His tone was polite, but mixed with the sound of the wind, obviously outdoors.
Jiang Shulu: “Have you seen the documents?”
Jiang Mingxun: “When did you start doing this?”
He glanced at Jiang He sitting on the sofa by the bed. The doctors were all outside, and outside the window were the fireworks set off regularly in the manor.
But now the guests had scattered, this birthday banquet was a mess, and Jiang Mingxun had lost all face.
Jiang Shulu: “I planned it a long time ago.”
His tone was light, contrary to the image of the eldest grandson in Jiang Mingxun’s impression, as if revealing the suppressed youthful nature for a long time.
Jiang Mingxun: “Whether you are an illegitimate child or not, you are my grandson.”
Jiang He on the side smiled silently, seemingly mocking.
Jiang Shulu: “You are wrong; I don’t care about this.”
Jiang Shulu’s car was parked by the bridge. It was originally a suburb, the weather was cold, and there was no one by the bridge.
He leaned on the railing, standing a bit lazily, very different from his usual image.
Jiang Shulu: “I don’t care.”
He laughed, making the gray-haired Jiang Mingxun’s breath hitch, shouting angrily: “You don’t care? We raised you all these years; is this how you repay us?”
According to Jiang Shulu’s previous principles of doing things, he would never be angry, nor would he have any emotional fluctuations.
But at this moment, he belonged to himself, to Tang Yue.
Jiang Shulu: “Did I need you to raise me like this?”
His voice suddenly sank: “My mother wouldn’t have died so soon.”
Jiang He turned on the speakerphone, and Jiang Shulu’s voice was particularly clear in the quiet room.
Jiang Mingxun’s breath hitched, and he said in shock: “How did you know?”
Jiang Shulu didn’t answer; he just asked indifferently: “Did you ask for my opinion?”
Jiang Mingxun: “Is this your revenge? Is this good for you? You are worthless leaving the Jiang family!”
Jiang Shulu: “Really?”
Jiang Mingxun: “You are my eldest grandson. I hope the Jiang family is in your hands, not handed over to…”
Jiang Shulu: “Isn’t there Jiang Jinan? He returned to the country for this.”
Jiang Mingxun: “Where else can you go?”
Jiang Shulu cut too much, which was almost a big piece of meat for the Jiang family. Of course, Jiang Mingxun was anxious.
There was a pushcart selling sugar-roasted chestnuts across the bridge, with warm yellow light bulbs and an old lady wearing a hat.
The aroma of chestnuts permeated the air. Tang Yue stood in front of the pushcart buying chestnuts, turned his head and found Jiang Shulu still looking here, and waved again.
Jiang Shulu also waved and said lightly: “I can be a live-in son-in-law for someone else’s family.”
Jiang He couldn’t help laughing out loud.
The person involved didn’t seem to be joking. At this time, he even cared about Jiang Mingxun’s health: “Happy birthday, I wish you a long life.”
Jiang Shulu: “Thank you for the Jiang family’s teachings over the years; I have benefited a lot.”
The man’s voice was still polite and distant, but with obvious sarcasm, making Jiang Mingxun feel insulted.
Just now at the intersection, Jiang Shulu bought another bouquet of roses for Tang Yue.
When Tang Yue put it down, he didn’t realize that there were petals on his suit.
The car was Jiang Shulu’s private car. A woolen coat he had asked someone to prepare in advance was placed in the back seat, fearing that it would be too cold outside and Tang Yue would catch a cold.
But even draped casually, it was hard to ignore the white suit inside Tang Yue.
The old lady glanced at Tang Yue. The young man was beautiful, and joy was visible in his eyebrows. She took off the petals stuck to his clothes.
She asked: “Young man, are you a groom?”
Tang Yue let out an “ah.” The old lady’s voice had a local S city accent.
He reacted after a while, blushing again. A few seconds later, he asked: “Do I look like I’m getting married?”
Old lady: “Aren’t you? You look very happy too. Isn’t that how grooms dress?”
Tang Yue scratched his head and couldn’t help laughing. He hummed: “Not married, but soon.”
The old lady handed the roasted chestnuts to Tang Yue. Tang Yue paid the money and looked at the windmills sold in the tricycle basket.
It was obvious they had been there for a long time; the colors had faded a bit.
Tang Yue: “How much is this?”
Old lady: “Since you’re getting married, I’ll give this to you as a gift.”
She asked again: “Is the bride beautiful?”
Same-sex marriage had only been passed for a few years in this world and hadn’t reached the level of popularity, so there were still many elderly people who didn’t quite understand.
Tang Yue didn’t explain and hummed: “Very beautiful.”
Old lady: “You are also handsome, live a good life.”
Tang Yue picked up the windmill and nodded.
Jiang Shulu over there hung up the phone and strode over.
Tang Yue scanned the QR code hung on the front of the old lady’s car. Before he could transfer the money, Jiang Shulu stood behind him and said, “Let me do it.”
The two of them wore black and white suits, and the coats were the same style.
Neither appearance nor demeanor looked like children from ordinary families. Even though the night wind was cold, it gave people a bright feeling.
Tang Yue: “I bought it.”
He handed the roasted chestnuts to Jiang Shulu and thanked the old lady with the windmill.
Old lady: “Is this the bride?”
Jiang Shulu: “What?”
Tang Yue hurriedly denied: “No, no, no.”
Old lady: “Aren’t you getting married soon?”
Tang Yue didn’t dare to look at Jiang Shulu. Instead, Jiang Shulu hummed: “He and I are getting married soon.”
Old lady: “So I asked him if the bride is beautiful.”
Jiang Shulu smiled and asked: “Then what did he say?”
Old lady: “Of course beautiful.”
Jiang Shulu, who inexplicably became a bride, wasn’t unhappy at all and nodded: “The groom is more beautiful.”
Tang Yue really couldn’t listen anymore, pulled Jiang Shulu away, and said goodbye.
There were not many people on this road. Jiang Shulu was dragged to the car by him.
Tang Yue was still holding the bag of sugar-roasted chestnuts in one hand. The fragrance overflowed, stimulating people’s appetite.
Jiang Shulu: “I’m the bride?”
Tang Yue: “Brother is so annoying. I was just going along with the old lady. I was afraid she wouldn’t understand two men being together…”
Jiang Shulu said “Oh”: “I think she’s very open-minded.”
Tang Yue snorted.
Jiang Shulu: “So when will the groom officially marry the bride?”
He added: “We also have a ready-made flower boy.”
Tang Yue glanced at his phone and found that there were no messages from Tang Mian, feeling a little sad: “Xiao Mie doesn’t miss me.”
Jiang Shulu: “You miss him too much. What will you do when he grows up?”
He reached out and hugged Tang Yue, “Why didn’t I find you so clingy before?”
Tang Yue: “That’s because there was no one to cling to.”
Jiang Shulu: “Are you blaming me?”
His tone was completely different from when he was on the phone just now, with teasing and indescribable intimacy: “I’m so sad; it was obviously Xiao Yue who misunderstood me.”
Tang Yue: “Then how do you want me to compensate you?”
Tang Yue blinked: “Do you want to do it tonight?”
Jiang Shulu choked.
He nodded and asked: “Does Xiao Yue not care about what happened after we left?”
Tang Yue shook his head. His occasional heartlessness made it easy for people to get rid of anxiety.
Completely dispelled Jiang Shulu’s last panic.
Tang Yue hugged Jiang Shulu’s waist tightly: “I only care about you.”
His voice was wrapped in thick intimacy, almost burning into Jiang Shulu’s heart.
The next second, Tang Yue was picked up by the waist. A few sugar-roasted chestnuts fell. Tang Yue said “Ah”: “Dropped…”
Jiang Shulu: “You said you only cared about me.”
Tang Yue: “Chestnuts aren’t people.”
He muttered: “So the captain is so petty.”
Jiang Shulu admitted generously, put him in the car and fastened his seat belt, saying word by word: “So what should we do?”
Jiang Shulu: “Who slept with me back then and pretended not to know?”
Tang Yue tried to explain: “That was…”
Jiang Shulu: “Little liar.”
After speaking, he leaned over and kissed him, driving straight in, kissing Tang Yue until he was dizzy.
Jiang Shulu: “We have a long time ahead, enough for you to explain slowly.”
Like how Tang Mian came to be.
Like whether Tang Yue is really Tang Yue.
——「Cotton Coat Inner Pocket」
Tang Yue has always been good at hiding things,
Sometimes he doesn’t forget to buy snacks during training,
But the team will check.
Once he hid it in the pocket inside the cotton coat,
Thinking he hid it seamlessly, actually looking very bloated.
Liu Xichao: What did you hide?
Tang Yue: I didn’t hide anything.
Yao Lixin: Definitely hid something.
Then reached out and poked, and could hear a rustling sound.
Yao Lixin: Captain! You touch it!
Liu Xichao: Xiao Yue’s belly is big; he must have hidden potato chips.
Jiang Shulu’s hand was grabbed by Yao Lixin and pressed on Tang Yue’s abdomen.
Yao Lixin: Did you feel it? I guess it’s shrimp strips.
Liu Xichao: Milk candy, right?
Jiang Shulu: Crispy noodles.
Tang Yue: Captain, you too!
In the end, Jiang Shulu won the bet, and the crispy noodles belonged to him.
Tang Yue ignored him for a day.
Later, Tang Mian hugged the crispy noodles and asked Tang Yue: Why did Daddy Shulu know?
Tang Yue: How do I know?
Jiang Shulu: He bought it with my card at the company supermarket.
Tang Yue: …
Miscalculated.
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