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Chapter 459: 294 Tearing up his biological father, the third child of Jiang Family is also ruthless (11 updates)Confidant list?

All knew that Jiang Zhaolin had only Jiang Shiyi to rely on. Everything he had earned at this time certainly belonged to him. Regrettably, he had long been away from the capital and lived abroad for years. During the time he was home, whenever Jiang Zhaolin entertained or socialized, he always took him along.

It was to entrust everything to him in the future.

Yet, his only hope

traitorously stabbed him in the back!

The impact of this stroke was even harsher than that of Jiang Jinsang’s.

A close relative faced him with a blade, pressed against his spine, leaving his last bit of hidden strength and chips scattered and drained completely...

Jiang Zhaolin pressed his hand against his chest, his heart abruptly contracting, causing severe pain.

The pain pierced his heart like so.

”Shiyi?” The old lady pinched the paper, which bore many names, including those secretly placed by Jiang Zhaolin in other companies beyond their own.

”All I can do is this.” Jiang Shiyi’s voice, naturally low, was now pressed even lower.

”These things never belonged to us.”

Jiang Jinsang rarely interacted with him privately; because his older cousin had died, he had gone abroad. At that time, he wasn’t very old and spent most of his time living in the hospital. Jiang Shiyi occasionally visited the hospital, coming and going in haste, hardly exchanging a few words.

Having done all this, Jiang Shiyi turned and walked to Jiang Zhaolin, ”Dad, it’s time to leave. If we don’t go back now, mother and sister...”

In a surge of fury, Jiang Zhaolin raised his arm and delivered a heavy slap to him.

The force of it was startling.

”Unfilial wretch, betraying your own, you even learned from that bastard Jiang Chengsi to help outsiders against me, Jiang Shiyi, have I ever mistreated you in all these years? How could you do this to me?”

”I only had you to rely on, how dare you treat me like this, why do you treat me like this...”

Grief and indignation intertwined, Jiang Zhaolin’s voice trembled, ”Jiang Shiyi, you can’t do this to me! You can’t.”

Jiang Shiyi’s face was turned to the side from the slap; he raised his hand and wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb, which seemed to have bled a bit, his lips thin and cold as ice. His affectionate eyes lost their gentleness, becoming dark as ink, with a sharp jawline...

It was chilling.

”Dad, over these years, have you ever dreamed of big brother?”

Jiang Shiyi, a man who greatly valued cleanliness, took a handkerchief from his pocket and dabbed the blood on his fingers.

”I dream of him often. I dare not stay at home because every time I go back to my room, I can feel his presence.”

”A person who really existed, committed suicide in that room, I can still smell the blood in there. I screamed for him desperately, my hands covered in blood, but no matter how I called, I couldn’t wake him...”

”The stains on my hands can be wiped off, but the scars in my heart can’t be erased.”

”I still remember, I told you to call 120, you said it was no use, that he was already dead...” Jiang Shiyi coldly smirked, ”When big brother was alive, you called him a good-for-nothing, and after he passed, you still said his suicide was cowardice, incompetence, worthlessness...”

”Dad, all these years, have you ever thought of him?”

Jiang Zhaolin staggered, and if not for Jiang Jiu and Jiang Cuo supporting him from behind, he might have collapsed.

”The Jiang family eldest grandson, wasn’t he accidentally killed?” people in the conference room whispered.

”Yes, wasn’t it an accident? Such a pity, he wasn’t even of age yet.”

”A suicide? How could it be.”

...

Jiang Shiyi suddenly looked towards Jiang Zhaolin.

”Worried about people pointing fingers, you wouldn’t even disclose how he died! Because you think, suicide... is too shameful for you.”

”Being born a Jiang, and moreover the eldest grandson...”

”Mediocrity itself is a sin!”

Jiang Jinsang looked down, gently rubbing a thin blanket between his fingers.

He... was indeed a kind and gentle older brother, unremarkable, even somewhat clumsy.

As the eldest grandson in a grand family, born with a halo, he was the subject of everyone’s attention, and the excessive interest from his grandparents also made Jiang Zhaolin expect too much from him.

However, having many brothers in the Jiang family, although they did not deliberately compete, comparisons were inevitable.

And the first person to discover his suicide...