Jiang Conghe was indeed busy cleaning up the ss; Cai Zhengyan truly was a liability rather than an asset, as dumb as a pig, along with Wang Hua, all of them idiots, all useless good-for-nothings.
Thinking of Director Wang’s words with hidden aning, Jiang Conghe felt a chill climbing up his back, about how one must be magnanimous as a superior, not to mix personal vendettas with public duties, obviously saying he was airing private grievances.
Luckily, Cai Zhengyan didn’t say anything reckless, only insisted that it was just grudges with Qi Taiguo, otherwise he wouldn’t have gotten off so easily, though he didn’t gain any advantage either.
Leaving a bad impression with the boss ant he was one step further from that position.
"Damn it!" Jiang Conghe fud.
As if that wasn’t enough, he was also reprimanded by Old Master Loo, again saying he failed more than he succeeded, that he tried to steal a chicken and ended up covered in crap, it really infuriated him.
The car carrying Jiang Conghe was about to enter the military compound when he unintentionally looked over and hurriedly called for a stop.
The car stopped, Jiang Conghe rolled down the window and looked at Jiang Dafang standing hesitantly at the gate of the compound, frowned, and said, "Dafang, why are you standing here? Why not go on ho."
Over the past year, his relationship with Jiang Dafang had gotten a bit closer, no longer as cold as before, although he still hasn’t called him ’Dad’.
Jiang Dafang saw him and reluctantly said, "I thought your birthday is coming and it’s not like I can celebrate it with you, so I ca to bring a small token."
Jiang Conghe felt a bit of joy in his heart upon hearing this, as if the resentnt he had previously felt had vanished, he smiled and said, "You still rember!" then added, "Then you should’ve gone inside, co on, get in the car!"
"That’s not my ho, and no one would welco there!" Jiang Dafang said indifferently, handing over the bag in his hand, "A gift for you, if you don’t like it, just throw it away."
Saying this, he turned around and walked away, not looking at Jiang Conghe’s expression at all.
What does he an, no one would welco him, Jiang Conghe’s face darkened, and he said, "Stop right there!"
He got out of the car himself, pulled him into the car, and said, "What nonsense are you talking about, you’re my son, who would dare not welco you? Co, have a cup of tea with , have a al before you leave!"
Jiang Dafang said nothing, only lowered his head, concealing the cold gleam that flashed in his eyes.
He suddenly rembered that young man who previously ca to find him, who straightforwardly asked if he wanted revenge, if he wanted to bring down this deadbeat Jiang Conghe who abandoned his family, and that Loo Family who caused families to break up and people to perish.
Want to, how could he not want to?
It was Jiang Dafang’s lifelong wish; ever since he thought of his mother silently washing her face with tears in secret every night, dying early from long-standing grief, he wished he could devour the people of both the Jiang and Loo families alive.
If it weren’t for them, how could his mother have passed away in her fifties?
And what did that young man say, he said he wanted to disrupt the balance between the two families, wanted him to actively approach Jiang Conghe, preferably gain his trust.
He didn’t need the reminder to know how to prick that woman’s heart, but the young man said it wasn’t enough, that he needed to infiltrate, to upset the balance, wasn’t it enough...
Jiang Dafang raised his head, his eyes looking outward, at the rows of red houses, beneath the green woodland.
Back then, they only lived in a leaky tiled house, struggling like ants, while that woman who snatched soone else’s husband enjoyed a life of comfort for years.
Ha-ha, how could that be, how could he endure?
Seeing him build a towering building, watching him have it collapse.
The Jiang and Loo families, should it not be the sa for them, too?
Jiang Dafang turned back, looked at Jiang Conghe, and for the first ti in years uttered, "Dad."
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