Chapter 1578: Do You Hate Me That Much?

Chapter 1578: Chapter 1578: Do You Hate Me That Much?

Jiang Jingheng leaned back on the chair, his mood extremely gloomy.

"So you’re saying that I should accept this?"

He instinctively rejected anything unexpected other than her, even their shared child.

The thought that one day all her attention might be on the child made the violent cells in his blood begin to boil.

"What else can you do but accept? You’re the one who brought him to this world. Since you didn’t want a child so much, you should have protected her then. Jingheng, learn to accept, maybe you don’t hate his arrival as much as you imagine, try to think positively, perhaps an additional child might change your life..."

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Jingheng directly hung up the phone.

Expectations? He hadn’t had such emotions for a long time and didn’t want them in the future either.

He disliked any person or thing carrying uncertainty.

But Xu Yachong was right on one thing, he couldn’t afford to gamble.

Is it just something to accept?

Jiang Jingheng leaned back, closed his eyes, and pondered deeply.

Actually, he had already found an answer in his heart.

The next morning, Jiang Jingheng took Mu Yan to the Half Mountain Villa to visit the old master.

Originally, Jiang Jingheng hadn’t planned to see the old master, but last night the housekeeper called, saying the old master wanted to see him.

Returning to Upper City wasn’t a secret, the old master knowing his whereabouts didn’t surprise him.

The Half Mountain Villa as its name suggests was situated on a hillside, with a tranquil and beautiful environment, very suitable for recuperation.

The housekeeper saw Jiang Jingheng and Mu Yan arriving and called out, "Third Young Master, Third Young Madam, you’re here."

"Hmm, where is he?" Jiang Jingheng said indifferently, his eyebrows expressionless, seemingly unconcerned about the old master’s illness.

The housekeeper replied, "In the room upstairs, he’s waiting for you to come."

"Hmm."

Jiang Jingheng looked at Mu Yan, "You wait downstairs for me."

"Okay." Mu Yan nodded.

After Jiang Jingheng went upstairs, she sat down by herself in the living room.

The old master lived here alone, the house felt empty, extremely quiet.

Thinking of the old master’s past imposing demeanor and distant relationship with his descendants, now in his twilight years living here without anyone filial around, there was a certain sense of desolation.

"Young Madam, would you like something to drink?" the housekeeper asked.

Mu Yan smiled and said, "Water will be fine."

"Okay, please wait a moment."

Upstairs, Jiang Jingheng pushed open the door and saw the old master lying on the bed, thinner than before, almost skin and bones, looking dejected. Although that stroke was his way to deceive the enemies, his condition wasn’t much better, or how else could he hide it from the shrewd Jiang Wenhui?

"You’re back." The old master looked at him, his voice hoarse.

Jiang Jingheng closed the door, walked to the bedside, and coldly said, "Is giving me thirty percent of the shares considered charity?"

"No, you’re the most suitable heir of the Jiang Family, it’s what you deserve." The old master coughed, his gaze sharp, "Wenhui can’t compete with you, with or without these shares, you’d still win, but I’m old, this vast family business needs someone to inherit it, the Jiang Family must remain the dominant force in the Upper City business world. Jingheng, don’t forget, you’re a Jiang Family member, even if you establish your own entity in the future, your surname will still be Jiang."

Jiang Jingheng looked at him with indifference, "Do you think thirty percent of the shares can bind me? With the stock price continuously falling, these shares are worthless, I naturally have ways to completely control Shengyuan Group, even to make it disappear."

The old master coughed, looked at him, and asked, "Do you hate the Jiang Family that much? Hate me?"