Part 4
Jiang Kaicheng and Zhu Qiong were still deep in the investigation for intentional homicide years ago. This matter became one of the reasons for the aggravation of Jiang Mingxunâs illness.
In just a few short months, the old man who was still spirited in his wheelchair at the birthday banquet had suffered repeated blows and had completely withered.
Critical illness notices were issued again and again. Today, his spirit miraculously improved, and he insisted on Jiang He and Jiang Shulu coming over.
The call was made by Jiang Jinan. Several other Jiang family members had also arrived.
No matter how much they hated these two traitors in their hearts, they could do nothing to Jiang He and Jiang Shulu, and still had to rely on Jiang Shulu to survive.
Jiang Shuluâs rebellious bones were even more prominent than Jiang Heâs back then, and his heart was more ruthless. It wasnât that no one had tried to beg him during this time; they even thought about begging Tang Yue.
But before they could even get close to Tang Yue, they were thrown out.
Now Jiang Shuluâs secretary, Song Chen, had arrived.
The stadium was huge. Song Chen had watched concerts here during college; he never expected his future career to include moments like this.
For example, the bossâs spouse is a star, and the boss himself used to be a star.
Unfortunately, the boss, who was seen as impersonal by company employees, was now holding his partnerâs hand, smiling exceptionally gently.
Even Song Chen felt he should be used to it, but seeing the live version was still a bit uncomfortable.
Thinking: I wonder what expression the boss would have if Mr. Tang suddenly raided a meeting.
Tang Yue: âIâll go with you.â
Jiang Shulu: âYou still have to rehearse.â
Tang Yue: âItâs about done anyway.â
Jiang Shulu: âThat place is full of people you donât like.â
Tang Yue said again, âI want to go with you.â
Because it was a rehearsal, Tang Yue wasnât wearing makeup or performance clothes.
The weather was cold, but the rehearsal involved a lot of physical activity, so he wore a loose sweater. He looked even younger, his eyes very persistent.
After speaking, he threw himself directly at him.
Song Chen, standing to the side, was startled, afraid Tang Yue would fall, but the other was caught steadily by Jiang Shulu.
At the moment of falling, Tang Yue even hooked his legs around Jiang Shuluâs waist, forcing Jiang Shulu to hold him like a child.
Song Chen even heard the exclamations of the staff on the side.
He was numb. The boss really had many faces.
Jiang Shulu: âNot afraid of falling and getting hurt?â
Tang Yue hugged his neck. âI wonât. You will catch me.â
His eyes were full of trust. If not for the people coming and going, Tang Yue would have wanted to kiss Jiang Shuluâs eyebrows.
Tang Yue: âTake me away.â
Those who didnât know would think they were eloping.
Tang Yue touched Jiang Shuluâs eyebrow, then tapped the center of his brow. âAt a time like this, I want to be by your side.â
This was simply impossible to refuse. Jiang Shulu greeted Lin-jie, then took Tang Yue away.
Once in the car, Tang Yue whispered to Jiang Shulu, âThere was also the reason that I didnât want to practice anymore.â
Jiang Shuluâs phone had a message from Jiang He, saying he had already set off.
Jiang Shulu: âSo I was an excuse?â
The heater was on in the car. Tang Yue wasnât wearing a jacket. He was already hot, and when he leaned over, he brought the heat from exercising, yet he deliberately breathed into Jiang Shuluâs ear.
Tang Yue: âSince that grandpa hates me so much, I just have to stand by your side and let him see.â
This wasnât very like Tang Yue. Jiang Shulu held his hand, thumb caressing Tang Yueâs ring.
âXiao Yue has gone a bit bad.â
Tang Yue: âLearned it from you. Is it not good?â
Jiang Shulu: âWill you be scared?â
Tang Yue shook his head. âThen does Xiao Mie need to be picked up by Brother-in-law?â
Jiang Shulu hummed an agreement.
Jiang Mingxun was indeed fading fast. When Jiang Shulu and Tang Yue arrived, Jiang He and Liu Xichao had already gone in.
Outside the ward were direct relatives, including Jiang Shuluâs former Second Uncle and Third Aunt. Jiang Jinan stood to the side, his eyes looking a bit strange when he saw Tang Yue.
Jiang Shulu held Tang Yueâs hand and pushed the door open to enter.
Jiang Mingxun: âYouâre here?â
Jiang He stood to the side, showing no emotion. Liu Xichao seemed bored, hand in Jiang Heâs pocket, fishing for something unknown.
Jiang Shulu: âDidnât want to come originally.â
Jiang Mingxun saw Tang Yue. Thinking of Tang Yueâs attire at the banquet that day, and the news Jiang Kaicheng told him before being arrested.
Jiang Shulu had his own child. It was born by a man.
It was Liang Yiâs brother.
This could have been a match made in heaven. Pity.
Pity.
He muttered âpity,â then looked at Tang Yue with expectation, asking, âWhere is my great-grandson?â
Tang Yue was a bit surprised and looked at Jiang Shulu.
Liu Xichao scoffed.
Tang Yue: âWhat âyour great-grandsonâ? That is my child.â
Jiang Shulu: âLittle Uncle and I are here. Youâve seen us. Anything else to say?â
Jiang Mingxun aged too fast. Tang Yue could barely recognize him as the old man in the wheelchair from that day.
Jiang Mingxun: âI didnât see it wrong. You resemble me the most.â
Jiang Shuluâs expression didnât change, as if he didnât take it seriously at all.
The other laughed, the oxygen mask wheezing with every breath, all the lingering panting of a life at its end.
Jiang Mingxun: âIâve heard it all. You are more ruthless than your Little Uncle. Truly a child I taught.â
His voice became intermittent. On his deathbed, it was unknown if he missed Jiang Kaicheng who was still in detention, only feeling a bit of regret.
âIf I had known earlier that you had a child, and didnât force you, would you have…â
Jiang Shulu interrupted him: âNo.â
He answered this question directly for the first time. âI tired of that kind of life long ago.â
He held Tang Yueâs hand. Since the age of seven, his life had been shackled. Ordinary people felt that having no worries about food and clothing meant no worries, but in reality, too many troubles tormented Jiang Shulu day and night.
Just like now, he still couldnât shake off the education and concepts given by the Jiang family.
Even if Jiang Shulu deliberately tried to reverse it, it was still pierced through at this moment.
His style was in the same vein as the Jiang family, perhaps even more exaggerated.
Tang Yue gripped Jiang Shuluâs hand back. His gaze was very calm, so calm that the dying Jiang Mingxun found it incredible.
Not at all the look someone his age should have.
Especially when looking at Jiang Shulu, as if he could contain everything about the other person.
Gentler than gentleness itself.
No wonder.
The mold he had meticulously crafted, filled with Jiang family concepts, had long been dug out by someone, like spring rain hitting a hollow bamboo.
Even the bamboo marks could be concealed, silently soaked and moistened.
Jiang Mingxun began to cough violently again. Tears uncontrollably rolled from the corners of his eyes, muttering âif I had known.â
Jiang Shulu pulled Tang Yue and walked out.
He walked very urgently, as if fleeing such an environment, finally hugging Tang Yue at the end of the corridor.
Very hard, hard enough to hurt a little.
But Tang Yue didnât say it hurt. He just listened to Jiang Shuluâs heartbeat, returning a tighter embrace and fragmented kisses.
Tang Yue: âI am by your side.â
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