Jiang Hao finished speaking and left the office.
Jiang Changqing watched his father walk away, then turned to Zhou Guang beside him. "Uncle Zhou, what exactly is my dad thinking? Why does he always think I'm worse than other people?"
Zhou Guang replied respectfully, "The chairman wants his son to succeed, too. Please don't take offense, Young Master Changqing. Besides, the chairman has always had a keen eye. There may be some truth to what he said."
"Truth? I haven't seen anything impressive about any of those people. All these years, he's never been satisfied with anything I do." The resentment on Jiang Changqing's face deepened. "Some people say he's actually picked someone else to inherit the Bright Sun Merchants' Association, and I'm just a decoy out in the open. I didn't believe it before, but now I think the rumors might be true!"
Jiang Changqing clenched his fists. "If only I were an only son like Chu Baxing!"
"Watch your words, Young Master Changqing!" Although Zhou Guang kept his head lowered, his voice was stern.
Jiang Changqing snorted. "I get it. I'll stop."
"Young Master Changqing, not just now. You must never say that again!"
"I know, I know! I just feel like nothing I do satisfies my dad, so I wanted to vent."
Jiang Changqing's anger faded, giving way to a forlorn look. "I've spent less time with Dad than I have with you. I don't understand him at all. And with all the unrest in the Jiang Family lately and rumors flying everywhere, I don't know what to believe."
After a moment of silence, Zhou Guang said softly, "The chairman really does love you, Young Master Changqing. It's just that a father's love is steady and silent as a mountain. He isn't good at putting it into