399: [Bonus chapter] The Mafia King's faceoff with his father

[Bonus chapter] The Mafia King's faceoff with his father

0Lihua was actually impressed that he climbed that many steps so fast with that many bags in his hand without seeming to look tired or breathing heavily at all.

Yet, Jiang Weizhe seemingly wasn't so thrilled.

Wei didn't know what to say, so he just kept his silence.

Lihua said, "Dad, what are those bags?"

His countenance immediately switched to a warmer tone, and he softly said, "It's for you and my grandchild."

She hesitated and looked at Huang Liangshi. Not that she wanted to hide it, but her circumstances were hard to explain to someone who she had just met a few days ago. But now it was out anyway.

Though strangely enough, Huang Liangshi didn't seem so shocked by the revelation. It puzzled her but made her feel relieved at the same time.

"You didn't have to bring so much…"

Jiang Weizhe's shoulders dropped in sadness. "I know you have separated from Wei, but does it mean that I lost the right to care about you now? Are you not my daughter anymore?"

"Of course I am. It's just-"

"So don't reject them," he nodded.

"B-But…"

Jiang Weizhe lowered his gaze. "You will hurt my feelings if you don't accept them. I believe that you don't need your father anymore."

Lihua quickly grabbed the bags from Wei's hands and said, "I accept all of them!"

Jiang Weizhe beamed. He patted her head. "Good."

Her mouth twitched.

It's really not good for someone's heart to see him look so pitiful, she gulped.

Lihua quickly tidied the couch and said, "Sit here. I will bring tea for you. Liangshi, what do you want?"

"Nothing."

Wei was about to say the same thing, but Jiang Weizhe cut him to it.

"Is he so tired already that he will need some refreshment? Young men these days are so weak," he calmly said, looking absolutely unapologetic for his comment.

Lihua rapidly blinked her eyes.

Is it only me, or is Dad really being hostile to Liangshi for some reason?

Wei smiled. "I am fine."

Lihua could only awkwardly nod.

Though Jiang Weizhe didn't want her to work in the kitchen or make any tea for him, he wanted her to leave to have a 'private chat' with this stranger.

Nevertheless, he advised, "Don't work too hard."

Lihua sighed.

It's just making tea. How hard will it be?

But it at least made one thing clear that Jiang Shan didn't make any move yet. But she still wondered how he was so relaxed when Wei was in jail right now. Jiang Industries was in the news all over and in a bad light, of course. There would be repercussions of Wei's surrender, and the company would have to deal with huge losses.

But Jiang Weizhe seemed unaffected by all that.

"That company...I saw the news…"

"Weiyuan is handling it. Don't worry."

Her mouth twitched.

So Mom sacrificed Dad to face my fury, and Dad sacrificed Uncle Weiyuan to face the public's fury. He doesn't really seem so affected by his son's arrest either.

At that moment, she didn't know for whom to feel pitiful.

She went inside, leaving Jiang Weizhe and Huang Liangshi alone.

Jiang Weizhe's gentle aura turned immediately icy and dangerous as he observed him.

"What are your intentions?" His private chat meant telling him to give up right off the bat. Any budding or troublesome feelings need to be cut off the roots as soon as possible.

Wei stared at him. He was gauging whether to tell him that he was Wei. He decided against it. He didn't want him to interfere and make him stop his student act. This was the only way left to be close to Lihua.

"Intentions?"

"Don't look as if you don't understand. You better don't have any ideas about her."

Wei's mouth twitched.

"She is beautiful and cute and adorable. Of course, there are pests hovering around my daughter."

Calling your own son a pest…

"But I tell you. Even if she has separated from my son, she is still my daughter-in-law."

Wei had to act ignorant. "Separated?"

Jiang Weizhe seemed slightly relieved. "If you don't know about her personal circumstances, then you two aren't close enough. That's good. It better stay that way."

Wei asked, "What if it doesn't?"

Jiang Weizhe raised his brow. "You wouldn't want me to show you what I am capable of. That route won't end so nicely."

Of course, Wei understood his 'Underworld' threat.

"What if it's Lihua'a decision?"

"Song Lihua," he said in a sharp tone, "You aren't so close to calling her by her name."

He blankly said, "She calls me by my name."

"She can. You can't. My daughter can do as she pleases. The others cannot."

"So you won't mind if she accepts me one day?"

"You cannot be her second husband nor my grandchild's step-father. Period."

"If she accepts-"

"She won't," Jiang Weizhe declared. "She cannot forget my son just like my son cannot forget her. It doesn't matter if they are divorced. That's just a piece of paper. Feelings aren't."

Silence.

Wei slowly asked, feeling inwardly happy. "She cannot forget him?"

"Absolutely not."

Then he asked a question that had gnawed at him for days. "What if she feels that she wants to move on?"

Jiang Weizhe blinked his eyes. He suddenly felt at a loss for words.

He didn't want to think about it, but there was a bleak possibility of that happening. Spending the rest of life all alone felt lonely and sad. Lihua was hardly twenty-three. She had a long way to go. Would she never desire companionship someday?

She wouldn't be completely alone as she would have her child. But a husband's love was different, and a partner's presence equally had that value.

Wei killed her precious sister. It wasn't so impossible that Lihua might want to cut him off by finding a more suitable man completely.

Suddenly, Jiang Weizhe wasn't so sure anymore. Lihua's happiness was the utmost priority for sure. But did that mean the Jiang family would lose her if she got a new family?

New husband and new mother-in-law and father-in-law.

His shoulders drooped again.

His father's silence made Wei more unsure, so his shoulders drooped in sadness too.

Lihua came back carrying a tray and stopped in her steps.

Ah? Why did the atmosphere become so depressing?

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