The large office was cold and quiet, with only occasional sounds from the air conditioning. Jiang Xiang Yang leaned back in his chair, his tie thrown aside, his shirt unbuttoned to the third button, unable to calm the irritation in his heart. It felt like a raging fire inside him. He forced himself to not care about her news, yet his emotions disobeyed.
Over the years, as the two elders grew older, their tempers improved. He remembered that when he was young, his mother often quarreled with his father. Although she seemed fiery and domineering to outsiders, Gao Jixuan knew she was merely a woman disappointed in love.
She argued every day, craving her husband’s love. His father was promiscuous in his youth, and his mother harbored deep hatred. As children, he and his sister only knew their mother was being bullied, so they vented their anger on Jiang Xiangyang, humiliating and cursing him. Later, as he grew up, he realized that his childhood actions were wrong. Jiang Xiangyang became the biggest victim, living with the label of an illegitimate child, separated from his mother, and without a father’s love. His heart was surely cold and filled with hatred.
As an adult, he understood that his behavior was inappropriate but struggled to fully grasp Jiang Xiangyang’s perspective. Now, holding Jing Xin, perhaps influenced by her serene demeanor, he seemed to understand many things.
Wealthy mansions are often seen as gloomy due to love, hate, family disputes, and property struggles. But now, holding Jing Xin feels like holding the entire world. Family assets and money have become external to him. In this lifetime, as long as he can be with Jing Xin and wake up to her smile every day, he would be content even without material wealth.
Gao Jixuan entered with Jing Xin, “Dad, Mom!
“Uncle, Aunt!”
Hearing their voices, Gao Zhanpeng and his wife, who were meditating by the floor-to-ceiling window, looked up.
“Jing Xin, it’s been a while since you’ve come for a meal!” Madam Gao exclaimed, walking towards her with a bright smile when she noticed her son’s arm around Jing Xin’s shoulder.
Feeling slightly embarrassed, Jing Xin tried to break free, but Gao Jixuan’s hand on her shoulder held her in place.
