Late that night, Jiang Zixing was still sitting at his desk studying. Too much had happened lately, and his grades had dropped considerably.
Finals were coming up. He had to get good grades. In this, at least, he wouldn't lose to the ignorant, good-for-nothing Jiang Xun.
But he had too much weighing on his mind. Worried that his secret would come out, he hadn't been eating or sleeping well lately, and his studying had become much less effective.
Jiang Zixing put down his pen and frowned in frustration.
Suddenly, the phone beside him rang. It was his friend Li Wenhao.
Jiang Zixing answered. "Wenhao, what brings you calling this late?"
Li Wenhao said, "Zixing, I found out what happened to Jiang Yongqiang."
At those words, Jiang Zixing's lashes trembled. He sat up straight. "What happened?"
"Jiang Yongqiang is dead. His body was pulled out of a filthy ditch. Someone only found him today, and he was covered in injuries. According to information from the police, those debt collectors beat him to death."
Li Wenhao sneered. "Evil really does get what it deserves. He had it coming. Dying like that was letting him off easy."
Jiang Zixing seemed stunned by the news and said nothing for a long time.
After cursing him for a while, Li Wenhao finally remembered that the scumbag was Jiang Zixing's biological father. Zixing had always been kind and softhearted.
He offered some comfort. "Zixing, he might have been your biological father, but scum like that isn't worth grieving over."
Jiang Zixing closed his eyes and took several deep breaths. The hand holding his phone trembled almost imperceptibly, whether from grief or excitement.
He steadied himself. "Mm, I know. It's just a little hard to take in all at once."
"Wenhao, thank you."
Li Wenhao laughed. "No