Pampered by Short-Lived Bigshot

Seeing Jiang Zhaolin’s distressed look, she asked softly, ”Zhaolin? What happened!”

”It’s your precious son whom you’ve always indulged! Every time I wanted to discipline him, you would say he’s just a kid, and now look, he’s learned to side with outsiders against me? Quite capable.”

”Damn fool, all these years I’ve raised him for nothing, he really thinks I can’t do anything about him?”

”If he dares to come back today, I’m going to smash his legs!”

...

Jiang Zhaolin said that and as though suddenly struck with a thought, he bolted toward the garage. Jiang Chengsi’s favorite hobby was playing with cars, and they had many nice cars at home. On his way to the garage, Jiang Zhaolin casually picked up a stick from the yard.

”Zhaolin!” ”Dad—”

Jiang Zhaolin, seething with fury, headed straight for the garage, itching to smash those playthings of his, but as soon as he opened the door, he was stunned.

It was utterly empty...

”Where are his cars!” Jiang Zhaolin’s anger intensified.

”After you and Shuyan went there, Chengsi came back after a short while and had all the cars taken away,” Madame Jiang explained, ”He wouldn’t say why when asked.”

Only then did Jiang Zhaolin remember that, indeed, Chengsi had mentioned coming home briefly after he left.

It was clear this was premeditated, sufficiently prepared. Otherwise, how could he have possibly moved the motorcycles away in advance?

Clutching the stick tightly, he stormed back into the house, only to be told by the servants that Jiang Chengsi had returned.

”He’s back?” Jiang Zhaolin scoffed coldly. This sinful son, he actually dared to come back?

No sooner had he spoken than Jiang Chengsi came down from upstairs, carrying a black travel bag, obviously preparing to move out of the house.

”Chengsi, what are you doing?” Madame Jiang, seeing her son about to move out, panicked instantly.

”I’m moving out.” After saying that, he ignored everyone and prepared to leave.

”Stand right there!” Jiang Zhaolin exploded with rage. To think that he wouldn’t even deign to look at him directly, what kind of worthless thing had he raised!

Jiang Chengsi paid him no mind and walked straight out.

This completely enraged Jiang Zhaolin, who gripped the stick in his hand and swung it at him, the stick landing on his back. Jiang Chengsi didn’t dodge, and with a dull thud, the Jiang mother and daughter, standing to one side, were so frightened they were dumbstruck...

In his life, Jiang Zhaolin had never suffered a significant loss. To think he’d fall at the hands of two youngsters, one of them being his own flesh and blood, it drove him to seething frustration.

His eyes reddened with fury, he swung down the stick again, lifting his arm to continue hitting him.

But before the second blow could land, Jiang Chengsi suddenly turned and grabbed the stick.

”You...” Jiang Zhaolin’s wrist strained, but he was unable to wrench the stick from his grasp, growing red-faced and breathless with effort, his chest heaving up and down, his whole body shaking with rage.

Father and son faced each other, and the air seemed to be filled with sparks, ready to ignite at a touch.

”How about it, I have your blood in my veins, taking a beating from you should be acceptable, but what gives you the right to hit and curse me again and again?” Jiang Chengsi looked at him, eyes locked. Though they were father and son, not a shred of warmth existed between them.

Jiang Zhaolin trembled with anger, unable to focus his strength.

When he came back to his senses, Jiang Chengsi suddenly let go, and Jiang Zhaolin staggered, nearly falling, the stick clattering to the ground.

Jiang Shuyan was terrified. He had actually...

Pushed his father?

In this country, the importance lies in a father’s kindness and a son’s filial piety. Chengsi’s shoving him was nothing short of unfilial.

”Brother, have you lost your mind, that’s our father...”

Jiang Chengsi merely smiled, ”Father? Does he deserve that title? What else is there in his heart besides money!”

”Big brother was driven to suicide by him!”

At those words, the whole living room fell silent as the grave.

Madame Jiang’s eyes reddened in an instant, and she collapsed to the ground, weak at the knees.

Jiang Shuyan didn’t have a clear memory of the past events. She had been young at the time and knew only that Jiang Chengsi had been very close to his deceased older brother. Back then, he was sunny and bright, proud and arrogant, competitive...

A young man who soared with joy and roared with anger!