Chapter 250

Chapter 250: 243: Time to celebrate a joyous occasion (second update) Chapter 250: 243: Time to celebrate a joyous occasion (second update) “Everything I own, I will give to you in the future,” Xie Liangjiang said with a piercing gaze and an assertive tone, “wealth, power, what’s wrong with these things? Why can’t you be wholeheartedly with me?”

Xie Shang’s expression remained calm, and his voice was very faint, “Do as you please, but you should also know my means. If you don’t stop, then I won’t give up either.”

“Xie Shang!”

“I have nothing to say to you.”

Xie Shang stood up, walked to the door, and had just touched the door handle when from behind came Xie Liangjiang’s suppressed question filled with fury, “Just for a woman?”

I shouldn’t have come, Xie Liangjiang would never reflect.

“Since I came in, you haven’t mentioned anything related to my uncle,” Xie Shang said, holding the door handle, the metal material cold to the touch, “Back then in the Guan Residence, it was Wen Changling who saved me. I would have died long ago without her. She is my savior, and because of saving me, she went deaf. Yet, you killed her brother. No matter how she treats me, it’s never too much, and whatever price I pay is justified. It is the retribution I deserve because I bear the surname Xie, I am your son, and I have enjoyed the privileges that this surname and identity bring.”

Xie Liangjiang was completely stunned.

Madam Zhai Wenjin had once commented on her former son-in-law Xie Liangjiang: utterly inhuman, only his conscience towards his own son remained.

Many people are contradictions, and so is Xie Liangjiang. He doesn’t care about blood ties with his own brother, but he does care about Xie Shang, his only son. He had lost two children before Xie Shang came along, and since Xie Shang’s birth, he had wanted to build a kingdom for him. For years, he had been drawing this blueprint. Of course, he himself also wanted wealth and power, which didn’t conflict, so he could tolerate being pulled down by Xie Shang and could even help him eliminate adversaries.

The fact that Xie Shang’s lifesaver turned out to be Wen Changling gave Xie Liangjiang a sense of absurdity as if mockingly played by fate.

“I won’t come to see you in the future. My life was given by Wen Changling. Pretend I am dead, just like my former name,” Xie Shang said in his final words.

Xie Shang.

The fourth child of the Xie family had perished young, an admonition that the unpredictable specter of death should no longer be tempted. The name Xie Shang was originally intended to ward off disaster.

The door closed, and before the guards had time to enter, Xie Liangjiang sat alone in the empty visitation room, laughing to himself.

Three days ago, Xie Jingxian had visited. A conservative man, it was probably the first time he had used his connections, as, according to the rules, they shouldn’t have been able to meet.

“He was your own brother!”

“I’m tired of hearing that.” Xie Liangjiang was very composed, his expression almost numb, “He was your own brother, you are the elder, you should be more tolerant of your brother. I have heard this for thirty years.”

Xie Jingxian slumped into the chair, looking utterly drained, his eyes filled with anger and regret, “You beast...”

“I didn’t push him, and the girl from the Wen Family didn’t see it wrong. There was only a slight angle of error,” Xie Liangjiang looked up at his aged father, “Dad, I didn’t push. I was just withdrawing the hand that sought to pull Qingze back.”

Xie Jingxian’s hands, gripping the table and covered with age spots, trembled, “Is there a difference?”

No.

Xie Liangjiang offered no defense; his failure to act was a sign that he wished death upon Xie Qingze. Therefore, there was no difference, and therefore, he could not abide anyone who had witnessed it all.

When he went to Wind Town years ago, he had intended to feign concern and persuade his dear brother to return to the capital.

That young man out searching for his lost sister had passed by the hostel where Xie Qingze was staying, and he had seen the raincoat the young man wore.

Xie Qingze followed up the mountain, and he himself, for the sake of the return journey, also went up the mountain. It was then, in a moment when his thoughts turned evil, that he saw that raincoat again.

The day after Xie Shang visited the detention center, Song Jin brought Xie Liangjiang some news.

“Director, everything has been arranged. As long as Fan Ziyi—”

“Stop everything,” Xie Liangjiang interrupted.

Song Jin was surprised, “Director, what’s wrong with you? Don’t you want to get out? Did Lawyer Xie say something to you again —”

Xie Liangjiang’s gaze turned instantly dark, “That’s my son! It’s not your place to comment.” His eyes filled with a lethal coldness;

he wouldn’t tolerate disobedience, and ordered, “Don’t do anything.”

If there was indeed retribution, he would bear it.

On the seventh, Chen Qiuchan retired. Shi Lihong officially assumed the position of CEO at Huaqi Technology.

Wen Changling sent a bouquet of flowers over, “Congratulations.”

“Thank you.” Shi Lihong was an astute person, “I know it was you who chose me.”

“It is only proper for the capable to assume such positions,” Wen Changling replied.

Shi Lihong, determined and confident, said with a smile, “I will prove that your judgment was correct.”

The ninth was a favorable day; the Guan Family celebrated a happy occasion at the West Mountain Capital Guan Residence with eight banquet tables set up. Wen Changling left early in the morning, as the pawnshop next door just happened to open. It had snowed a bit at dawn, and Xie Shang was sweeping the snow in front of the door.

“Are you going to the Guan Residence tonight?”

“Mm.” As a neighbor, Wen Changling asked, “Is your cold better?”

“Not yet.”

In fact, he was already better, but who would tell Miss Wen that he was soft-hearted? Xie Shang thought it best not to recover too quickly.

Miss Wen replied, “Oh.”

“Is your car fixed?” Xie Shang had heard from Granny Zhu that Wen Changling’s car had a flat tire.

Wen Changling had sold the car Qin Qi bought for her and donated the money. The car she was currently using was new, but after just a few days, the tire had blown out due to running over sharp stones.

“Not yet.”

“Ride with me tonight.” Wen Changling’s driving skills were mediocre. She often got lost and had almost no sense of direction.

Xie Shang was worried about her driving and equally worried when she didn’t drive.

“I won’t ride,” Wen Changling declined, reasoning, “The cold could be contagious.”

She went off to work.