Deng Shu wanted to say something. Her lips moved, but in the end, no words came out.
Ultimately, she only sighed softly and said to Jiang Shiyuan, "Let's go."
Jiang Zixing stood where he was, watching helplessly as the members of the Jiang Family walked into the private room.
The sight of Jiang Huaijin's back, his arm around Jiang Xun's shoulders, was especially painful to look at. It stung so badly that tears spilled uncontrollably from Jiang Zixing's eyes, and he clenched his fists.
Just then, a fashionably dressed young man with a roguish air stepped out of another private room.
"Oh? Why are you crying?"
The young man casually slipped an arm around Jiang Zixing's waist and gave it a squeeze, leaning toward his ear to drawl, "Young Master Li is still waiting inside. Hurry up and get in there."
An unpleasant smell of cigarettes and alcohol washed over Jiang Zixing. He frowned and quickly raised a hand to wipe the tears off his face.
"I'm not feeling well and want to head back first. Please let Young Master Li know for me."
The young man sneered and patted Jiang Zixing's cheek. "What are you thinking, baby? You're just a fake young master the Jiang Family threw out. What right do you have to act so high and mighty with me?"
"If you upset Young Master Li, you'll pay for it."
Jiang Zixing lowered his head in humiliation and let the other man push him into the private room.
His eyes, hidden beneath his lashes, held profound despair, resentment, and jealousy.
Jiang Xun had his family by his side, as well as Fu Yanli.
And him... he had nothing left.
Fu Yanli really had been busy with work lately. He had an important project, and after having dinner