"Wh-what?" The old man leaned closer, turning his ear toward him. "What did you say he did?"
Jiang Shuoyuan did not know where to look. He hurriedly said, "He bought gifts on the way here."
A long while after those words, the old man suddenly chuckled. "He certainly has some nerve. I wonder whether it's ignorance that makes him fearless, or whether he has something to fall back on."
"I don't think it's either." Jiang Shuoyuan frowned and scratched his head. "I think it's just his first visit, so he wanted to..."
Before he could finish, he fell silent under the old man's stare.
Jiang Mingde looked away and waved a hand. "All right, go tell him to come in. I'll speak with him alone first."
Jiang Shuoyuan left, holding back what he wanted to say. When he went out, he found his wife and Ji Ting staring at each other.
"Whatever amount you want, the Jiang family can give it to you, as long as you leave Little Zhi."
He had only been gone for a moment. How had the conversation already turned to money? Jiang Shuoyuan froze, then hurried over.
Hearing those familiar words, Ji Ting remembered having read this scene in the original novel.
Qin Zaiye's mother had offered Ling Xi money to leave her son more than once. Hurt and indignant, Ling Xi had insisted that his feelings for Qin Zaiye were genuine, only to receive even worse humiliation in return.
Faced with Hu Xiaohua's cutting mockery, Ling Xi could only lower his head and endure it. Yet the sight of his silent tears had only enraged Hu Xiaohua further.
Ji Ting gave a slight nod and summed things up: first, he must not cry-not that he would anyway. Second, he must not keep emphasizing his