âOld Liang,â Ji Shiting suddenly said. âIs your surname really Liang?â
Old Liang paused for a bit and said, âOf course.â
âWhatâs your full name?â
âI donât remember.â
âReally?â Ji Shiting smiled. âDo you remember the name Ji Ziliang?â
Old Liangâs hand trembled. He looked up at him and lowered his head. âI donât remember.â
âI didnât have time to jump out of the car that day, and I fell off the bridge with the car. I thought I could escape, but the huge impact made me unconscious. If it werenât for you, I wouldâve died.â Ji Shiting smiled. âI havenât had the chance to thank you.â
âYou donât need to thank me.â Old Liang turned around and left.
âAlthough most of your face is disfigured, I found you very familiar the moment I saw you,â Ji Shiting said. âBesides, donât you think our eyes are very similar?â
The only feature that was intact on Old Liangâs face was his eyes.
Ji Shiting had heard from his grandfather that his eyes were the features that resembled his fatherâs the most. Besides, he had seen photos of Ji Ziliang when he was young. Ji Ziliang looked melancholic and devoted, but he hadnât inherited his fatherâs temperament.
Ji Shiting could remember the joy and relief in Old Liangâs eyes when he woke up.
Both the familiar face and the emotions in his eyes pointed to one person.
After spending some time together with some time, he was more certain of that conjecture.
Old Liang stopped in his tracks.
âYouâre kidding, Mr. Ji.â His voice was rough. âWhy would I look like you?â
âLet me put it another way.â Ji Shiting stared at him. âYouâre very similar to my father who died at a young age.â
âWhatever you say.â Old Liang didnât argue back. âThe food is getting cold. Eat up.â
However, Ji Shiting flipped the bowl and said calmly, âI wonât eat it unless you tell me the truth.â
âAre you going to go on a hunger strike, Mr. Ji?â His face twitched, and he looked a bit angry.
âYou spent so much effort to save me. You wonât just watch me die,â Ji Shiting said calmly. âOf course, maybe you donât care. That would make things easier.â
Old Liang couldnât help glaring at him.
However, he couldnât help looking away when he saw the manâs calm and deep eyes.
âWe donât mean any harm, Mr. Ji. Itâs just not a good time for you to go back.â
âWill I be the one in trouble if others find out that Iâm still alive, or will you?â Ji Shiting sounded aggressive. âIf Iâm not mistaken, you were hired by someone. Perhaps it was Jing Zhiyuan or someone else, so it was you who tampered with my car. That way, you can decide when the car loses control and save me. As for the reason⦠If youâre the person I think you are, the reason is there. A father doesnât want his son to die and doesnât want to implicate anyone around him, so he did this.â
Old Liang paused and looked into his eyes again. This time, he didnât avoid it.
âYour father is dead.â