He was an extremely young, yet completely unfamiliar, teenager.
The boy was wearing a black suit, the style of which was slightly outdated. He was slender and thin, with fair skin and delicate features, but he couldn't quite pull off the somber look of the black suit. He pretended to be calm, giving the impression of a child wearing an adult's clothes.
It's both ridiculous and laughable.
Jiang Qingye frowned and turned to look at the chief assistant.
A bead of cold sweat instantly trickled down the assistant's forehead. "Sir, is there anything I can help you with?"
The young man was none other than Shen Anbai.
His hand clenched into a fist, and in his palm was the small gold lock that he had found that morning.
It was clenched so tightly that my palms were sweating.
"I need to discuss something with President Little Jiang."
Shen Anbai tried his best to remain calm, his back straight, his chin slightly raised, and his lips pursed, creating the resolute appearance of a lotus flower in the rain.
Jiang Qingye put his hands in his coat pockets and glanced at Shen Anbai casually upon hearing this.
His expression was indescribably lazy.
"What's up?"
His voice was slightly hoarse; he probably had a cold.
Shen Anbai looked at him.
Jiang Qingye was wearing a black overcoat today, with a suit underneath. His white shirt made him look refined and handsome, and his peach blossom eyes were extremely captivating, yet his gaze towards him was unusually clear.
"This is very important, so I hope only the two of us can hear it."
Shen Anbai's eyelashes trembled.
He felt only anger and resentment. He was clearly a child of the Jiang Family, the rightful second young master.
Jiang Qingye should be his older brother, and Fu Jingzhou should be his teacher.
All the wealth and luxury he should have had were taken away from him.
This person was like a clown, gloating in front of him.
Jiang Qingye raised his slender fingers and rubbed his temples, the decorative silver ring on his little finger gleaming.
He just thought this person was really strange.
He glanced at the chief assistant without making a sound.
The assistant immediately said, "Sir, our CEO, President Little Jiang, is currently busy. Why don't you make an appointment with the front desk next time you come, and then you can have President Little Jiang?"
Anyone who hears this would think it's just a perfunctory response.
A fire was raging in Shen Anbai's chest. He said excitedly, "Brother, I'm your real brother."
Jiang Qingye raised his eyelids and carefully examined Shen Anbai. Under Shen Anbai's expectant gaze, he said, "Are you still asleep?"
Shen Anbai nearly suffocated.
"I'm not joking, I'm telling the truth!"
Shen Anbai suddenly raised his hand. With people coming and going in the hall, he deliberately raised his voice, revealing the small gold lock in his hand. "I am the second young master of the Jiang Family. Jiang Nan is an imposter."
Upon hearing this, several other workers around him stopped in their tracks.
There was even a low gasp.
Jiang Qingye's expression changed. "Let's talk outside."
Shen Anbai thought he believed her, so she nodded happily. "Okay, brother."
Jiang Qingye took the lead.
There is an open-air parking lot outside the company.
Jiang Qingye walked to his black car, raised his chin, and said, "Get in."
Shen Anbai looked at the black car; its lines were sleek and its design understated yet luxurious.
He used to only be able to watch others drive this kind of car.
I never imagined that one day I would be sitting on it myself.
No.
It's not just about getting a seat; once he returns to the Jiang Family, luxury cars, large villas, and top-tier resources in the industry will all flock to him.
He will eventually get his life back, even though it was stolen from him.
Jiang Nan, you just wait and see.
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Shen Anbai got into the car, holding his breath as he looked at the interior decorations.
So this is what the inside of a luxury car looks like.
Jiang Qingye got into the car from the other side. After closing the car door, his gaze was as cold as a deep pool as he stared at Shen Anbai.
This President Little Jiang had a very imposing presence, Shen Anbai felt inexplicably uncomfortable.
A few seconds later, he realized that he was the one who had been wronged.
He clutched the small gold lock in his hand, looked at Jiang Qingye, and said in a trembling voice filled with extreme grievance, "Brother, don't you believe what I'm saying?"
Jiang Qingye: "Don't call me 'brother,' we're not that close yet."
Shen Anbai: "..."
He pursed his lips and said, "Oh."
Jiang Qingye lowered his eyelids, his gaze falling on Shen Anbai's tightly clenched hand. "Let me see what you just took."
Shen Anbai hesitated for a second, then opened his palm. "Here."
Jiang Qingye took the small gold lock, examined it carefully for a few moments, and finally found a line of characters at the bottom of the lock.
jiang.
Yes, it was indeed a small gold lock that they had made by their own workers.
Jiang Qingye also has one of his own.
At first, he thought the man was mentally unstable and talking nonsense, but when he saw the small gold lock, he had to reconsider.
How did you get this?
Shen Anbai's eyes lit up, and he immediately replied, "This is something I've worn since I was a child."
In fact, Shen Anbai lied.
This little gold lock had indeed been on him since he was a child, but Shen Anbai stopped wearing it after junior high school.
He always thought it was fake, probably filled with copper. After all, given Mother Shen 'Father Shen ' financial situation, they simply couldn't afford such a large piece of gold, let alone such exquisite craftsmanship.
"I see."
After Jiang Qingye finished speaking, he waved his hand and said, "You can go back now. I'll contact you later."
Shen Anbai was stunned.
Why was he allowed to go back?
Shouldn't we take him back to the Jiang Family to acknowledge his ancestors?
"Brother, shouldn't you take me to meet Mom and Dad?" Shen Anbai asked cautiously, clenching his hands.
"This little gold lock proves nothing, you know?" Jiang Qingye said.
He could have easily gotten a DNA test done by a doctor.
But he doesn't intend to do that.
After all, if anyone were to say in the future that they are the true child of the Jiang Family.
Every time someone comes for a test, all the money the Jiang Family earns goes to the hospital.
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On the other side, at the Jiang Family's old house.
Jiang Nan sat on the sofa watching a movie, munching on sunflower seeds as she watched with great interest.
This movie is still starring Shen Xingli, the great actor.
This person may be unreliable in general, but their acting skills are truly excellent.
Jiang Nan was completely out of character.
When she heard a car engine coming from the yard, Jiang Nan turned to look at the nanny and asked, "Is that my brother?"
The nanny smiled and nodded, saying, "It's the young master who's back."
Jiang Nan didn't even bother watching TV; she slipped on her slippers and excitedly went to the yard.
The temperature outside was still very low. Jiang Nan was wearing a thin sweater and jeans.
Jiang Qingye got out of the car and saw the pink-haired boy peeking in at the door.
He had his hands in his pockets, inside which was a small gold lock that he had touched many times and which was warm from his body.
He looked at Jiang Nan, Jiang Nan, unaware of what had happened, cheerfully asked, "Brother, did the production team increase the budget?"
Jiang Qingye chuckled, walked over, and casually shoved him on the head, saying, "All you ever think about is money."
Jiang Nan declared confidently, "Our Zhouzhou has always been pampered. When we go on trips, she always wants the best in everything."
Jiang Qingye: "You really spoil him."
"Of course." Jiang Nan crossed his arms. "That's my wife. As the Alpha of the year who moved Hua Country, do you think everyone is as scum as you?"
"How am I a jerk?" Jiang Qingye complained.
Jiang Nan clicked her tongue and said, " Luo Hang has lost five or six pounds in the past few days. I heard from Mom that you two just broke up. He's lost weight, but you're eating like crazy. What else can you call this but being a jerk?"
Jiang Qingye: "..."
I can't be bothered to talk to you about these things.
"Tch." Jiang Nan turned her head away, and a gust of wind blew her pink hair, causing it to sway and fall like crops in a field.
"Fine, I won't tell you then. I'll go find my wife."
As Jiang Nan finished speaking and was about to leave, her sweater was suddenly grabbed.
He turned to look at Jiang Qingye: "Are you crazy?"
Jiang Qingye looked at him with her eyes lowered, then suddenly pulled her other hand out of her pocket.
Jiang Nan was so frightened that she wanted to close her eyes. "No way? I was just joking, and you're going to hit me?"
Jiang Qingye was amused by his words. "I'll show you something."
What is that?
Jiang Nan opened her eyes as she asked the question.
Jiang Qingye was seen holding his sweater with one hand and hooking a small gold lock with the other.
The small gold lock is exquisitely crafted, but perhaps due to its age, its luster has faded.
Jiang Qingye asked, "How is it?"
"It's quite nice." Jiang Nan nodded slowly, then thought for a moment and added, "But I don't think it would be appropriate for you to give this to Luo Hang."
Jiang Qingye: "You don't recognize it?"
Jiang Nan paused, and he and Jiang Qingye exchanged a glance.
The man's peach blossom eyes remained unchanged, appearing lazy but concealing a sharp edge.
He always harbors a lot of bad intentions.
It probably weighs six or seven pounds.
Should I get to know him?
Jiang Nan asked cautiously.
Jiang Qingye: "You... never mind."
He didn't insist any further, stuffed the small gold lock back into his pocket, loosened Jiang Nan's sweater, and said, "Go inside."
Jiang Nan: "Okay, okay."
He went in first.
Jiang Qingye stared at his back.
Actually, he and Jiang Nan weren't familiar with each other at all before.
Jiang Qingye is six years older than Jiang Nan. The year Jiang Nan was born, Jiang Qingye had already gone abroad to study.
He grew up abroad with his maternal grandfather. He returned to China for a few years of high school, then attended Imperial Capital University, and went abroad to study again until he graduated with a doctorate. Only then did he return to China to take over the family business.
He wasn't very close to his younger brother either. Since he returned to China, Jiang Nan had been living alone. He would ignore Jiang Qingye when she spoke to him, as he was focused on entering the entertainment industry and getting married to Fu Jinchuan. It wasn't until the last few months that the two of them became familiar with each other.
Perhaps it was because Jiang Nan got married and matured a lot that Jiang Qingye found him more agreeable.
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Fu Jingzhou is playing chess with Father Jiang.
Jiang Qingye grew up abroad and his chess skills are poor; Jiang Nan is even worse. Getting him to sit quietly here is a problem.
Father Jiang loved playing chess, but he could only play to his heart's content at home when Fu Jingzhou came to visit.
Jiang Nan carried the kitten to the balcony and immediately complained, "Dad, Jiang Qingye bullied me again."
Father Jiang placed a chess piece down. "What has your brother done this time?"
Jiang Nan said with a wronged expression, " Jiang Qingye grabbed my clothes and wouldn't let me leave, and he even tore my sweater."
Fu Jingzhou frowned. "What's wrong with it?"
Jiang Nan pointed to the sweater on her left shoulder, "Here."
The sweater he's wearing today was hand-knitted by Uncle He.
It's mostly white, with an embroidered GG Bond, Jiang Nan's favorite, on the hem.
Fu Jingzhou and Father Jiang examined it carefully for a long time, and finally discovered that the yarn in one place had been pulled loose.
Father Jiang said, " Nannan worry, Nan Nan. After Dad Zhouzhou finish this game of chess, I'll go deal with your brother."
Jiang Nan nodded in satisfaction. "Good!"
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Shen Anbai returned to the small house in the Shen Family absentmindedly.
The house was on the third floor. As soon as Shen Anbai reached the top of the stairs, he found a man standing in front of his door.
The man, dressed in a suit and tie, had a somber expression. Hearing the noise, he turned around, and upon seeing Shen Anbai, his eyes instantly became complicated.
" in Baibai."
His voice was as deep and hoarse as ever.
Shen Anbai felt a sudden pang of pain in his heart. "Why are you here? Didn't we break up?"
A hint of regret flashed across Fu Jinchuan's handsome, sculpted face. "I haven't agreed yet, so it's not a breakup."
Shen Anbai: "But I don't like you anymore."
His hands were shaking quite badly.
After all, they were so many people who were inseparable day and night, and now, he was going to speak ill of him.
"I've thought it through. It won't sound good if word gets out that your father is an illegitimate child."
"Besides... um..."
Shen Anbai's eyes widened, and a warm sensation touched his lips.
The man reached out and cupped the back of his head, kissing him intensely, as if he wanted to devour him whole.
Shen Anbai felt a lump in his throat, his eyes instantly reddened, and he quickly reached out to push Fu Jinchuan away.
Fu Jinchuan is an Alpha, tall and imposing, so Shen Anbai's shoving was nothing to him.
After the kiss ended, Fu Jinchuan reached out and wiped Shen Anbai's red eyes. "You clearly didn't want to part with me either, so why did you say we should break up?"
Shen Anbai sniffed. "That's enough, I said that's enough."
" Fu Jinchuan, I really don't like you anymore, do you understand?" Shen Anbai said, "We're just acting on pheromones, we're not in love at all. You don't know what I want, and I don't know what you want."
Fu Jinchuan froze instantly.
He lowered his head slightly, his tall figure shrouded in shadow in the narrow stairwell.
"I don't believe it, it's pheromones at work."
Shen Anbai pursed his lips.
He looked conflicted. "Fine, I'll tell you the truth. I've found my biological parents, and we're no longer a good match."
Fu Jinchuan: "Who are your biological parents?"
Shen Anbai hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to speak up.
What if Fu Jinchuan refuses to break up with me after I tell him?
During those few seconds of silence from Shen Anbai, Fu Jinchuan gripped Shen Anbai shoulder tightly, " Baibai, even if your parents are murderers, I won't break up with you."
I love you, not your parents.
Shen Anbai's lips trembled slightly.
He felt a sweetness in having an Alpha love him so much.
But the thought of the Jiang Family is a bittersweet burden.
He didn't look at Fu Jinchuan again, and said in a calm, cold voice, "I've made up my mind. Let's break up."
I'll remove the tag; let's not contact each other again.
His voice was colder than the biting wind outside.