After they returned to the Jiang Family home, Deng Shu fetched the first-aid kit and disinfected and dressed Jiang Zixing's scraped palm.
"Be more careful when you walk."
Jiang Zixing nodded, his eyes red. Everything weighing on his mind was written on his face.
Deng Shu sighed inwardly and comforted him gently. "Don't overthink it. Haven't we already told you? None of that was your fault."
Even if a flicker of blame did surface now and then, no one would show it openly.
The atmosphere at home was subdued, because there was little hope of restoring the hearing in Jiang Xun's left ear.
However slim the chances, they still had to try.
As soon as Jiang Huaijin got home, he began researching the subject. Jiang Shiyuan reached out to his friends and contacts, hoping to find a more capable specialist.
Meanwhile, Jiang Xun curled up in his room and searched online for a good private investigator. He wanted someone to follow Jiang Yongqiang. Starting with Jiang Yongqiang might help him discover what leverage he had over Jiang Zixing.
Still, none of these assorted private investigators looked particularly reliable.
Jiang Xun scratched his head, rolled over, and started scrolling through suggestive videos again.
Tsk... what a body. Those moves were something else.
Come to think of it, Fu Yanli had a pretty good body too. He had thought so the first time he saw him at the banquet.
And he had even said so to his face.
Jiang Xun raised a hand and slapped his own face. What the hell had he been thinking about all day?
Enough of that. Jiang Xun pursed his lips, suddenly bored, and closed the suggestive videos.
A little while later, Jiang Zixing came to see him.
His face was full of guilt, tears threatening