1197: C1197 Back to the Old Residence

C1197 Back to the Old Residence

Ann Xueyan ran away. Jiang Lingfeng didn't tell her about it because he didn't want her to worry.

In order to prevent accidents from happening, he asked Xu Fei to secretly protect her.

In the evening, he brought the warmth back to Jiang family.

"Dad, Mom, we're back."

Jiang Lingfeng held the warmth with one hand and the tonic with the other as he walked into the hall.

The Jiang's couple were sitting on the sofa waiting for them to come back.

Seeing the two of them come back, Jiang's father smiled and stood up. He took the things in Jiang Lingfeng's hands. "You're back? Sit down, it's almost time for dinner."

Warmth pursed her lips and smiled. She called out to Jiang's father, "Dad."

She looked at Jiang's father again and looked at Jiang Chen's mother. She called out softly, "Mom."

"Haha, Warmth. It's good that you're back."

Jiang's father was very friendly. He smiled and gestured for her to sit down. He turned around and looked at Mother Jiang. Seeing that she was ignoring him, he gave her a look.

Mother Jiang pretended not to see his look. She looked at Jiang Lingfeng and said coldly, "You finally know you're back? I thought you forgot about my existence as a mother."

Hearing this, Jiang's father did not wait for Jiang Lingfeng to speak. He hurriedly said, "Lan, didn't we agree? The child is back. Let's not talk about the past. Why are you... "

"What happened to me? I just can't stand it!"

Hsu Lan stood up with a thud. Her gaze swept across Jiang Lingfeng and his warmth, and her chest heaved up and down.

Her eyes were filled with resentment and she wished she could curse at Jiang Lingfeng's warmth. However, when she saw Jiang Lingfeng's calm expression, she did not say anything in the end. She just turned around and walked towards the kitchen.

"I'll go to the kitchen to take a look. I raised an unfilial son, but I can't bear to sever all ties with him."

These words were full of resentment. Jiang's father gave a coy laugh and said, "Lingfeng, it's warm. Don't lower yourself to Mom's level. She's just angry in her heart. Her mouth is sharp but her heart is soft. She will be fine after a while."

Warmth did not say anything, but only curled the corner of her lips.

Jiang Lingfeng also did not say anything. He just held his warm hand and did not let go.

"Sir, Eldest Young Master, Eldest Young Madam, it's time to eat."

A servant came over to call for food. Jiang's father quickly said, "Okay, let's go eat."

Jiang Lingfeng pulled the warm up and saw that she was silent. He pinched her delicate hand and looked at her with a gentle gaze.

Warmth knew that he was worried about her, afraid that she would be unhappy in her heart.

Although she did feel a little depressed, it did not matter.

Because before she came, she was already prepared to be cold.

She smiled at Jiang Lingfeng and said gently, "Eat."

Seeing this, Jiang Lingfeng curled his lips and felt slightly relieved.

The two of them held hands and sat on the dining table. Jiang Lingfeng helped warm the tableware.

Hsu Lan, who was opposite, watched on coldly. The more she looked, the more she felt that warmth was an eyesore.

Such a licentious woman, yet her own son took care of her meticulously, what right did she have?2

For this woman, the son that she had painstakingly brought up not only had sex with her, but also almost cut off all relations with her!

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got!

"Warm, you're too thin. Eat more."

Jiang's father looked at Jiang Lingfeng and Warmth and said, "Lingfeng, take care of your wife more."

"Yes."

Jiang Lingfeng curled his lips. He did not need Jiang's father to remind him to take care of Warmth.

"Alright, Lingfeng, I'll do it myself. If you take another bite, I won't be able to eat it."

Warmth looked at the dishes piled up in front of him and smiled helplessly at Jiang Lingfeng.

"Dad said you are too thin. You should eat more."

Jiang Lingfeng smiled at Warmth and doted on her. He put the peeled prawns into her bowl.

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