Boss Mo's Predestined Love Brought by Surrogacy

Chapter 377 - Work was more important



Chapter 377 Work was more important

When the studio was in trouble, Jiang Jingcheng just stayed at home. He did not look for a new job, but enjoyed parties and opening ceremonies held by his friends.

On one hand, this kind of life was normal to him. On the other hand, he had already been used to it.

His family knew his feelings got hurt. Especially his father, Jiang Jianguo, indulged his son to abandon himself to vice. Jiang Jianguo always valued the etiquette of life, but he thought that his son would pull through only if his son got enough time to figure out everything.

Jiang Jianguo had never beaten or cursed his son or constrained his behaviors. From his point of view, young men should have their own thoughts to tell the right from wrong. As a father, he didn’t have to give him opinions.

However this time, Jiang Jianguo felt disgraced among his colleagues because of Jiang Jingcheng’s behavior.

“Mr. Jiang, I heard that your son got a fight with the president of Mo Group from the newspaper. I’m afraid you have to spare some time to educate your son…”

Jiang Jianguo was out of sorts when he heard that even if he hadn’t figured out what happened. He thought Jiang Jingcheng made him lose his face among colleagues.

Jiang Jianguo’s colleagues would think that if he couldn’t educate his son well, how would he educate students well? In addition, he didn’t know how to explain it if the leader of the school knew.

Looking at the news, he felt that those words were like swords poking his heart one after another, which mocked his failure in educating his son.

Facing colleagues’ concern, Jiang Jianguo lowered his head and said in a low voice, “I spoil him too much and I think he has the ability to tell right from wrong. Actually I’m only in self-deception. It’s time to have a conversation with my son…”

He was calm as usual. No one could see any panic in his eyes. Under this kind of situation, he could still keep calm and reply in such a relax way. He alleviated the tense and awkward atmosphere with a smile and warm eye contact.

“That’s right. Your kid is still young. It is hard for young people to avoid acting impulsively. Under this situation, parents should try patiently to talk them round. Scolding will have the opposite effect and stimulate their sensitive nerves.”

“That’s right. It is useless to scold them. I believe they will understand if we analyze the pros and cons patiently to them.”

In the office, everyone was talking about child education. Jiang Jianguo just listened quietly and rolled his eyes. He racked his wits about how to weight the advantages and disadvantages on this issue for his son.

As night fell, it grew dark…

In the spacious house, Jiang Jianguo sat at the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the endless stream of cars and passersby outside. There was no expression on his face. He looked as usual except the white lips and dark deep eyes.

He sighed. He suddenly heard the door open behind him and then heard the heavy sound of the door closing.

“Jingcheng, come here…”

Jiang Jingcheng was stunned for a second when he saw the familiar figure on the chair, which made him suffocating.

“OK…” Jiang Jingcheng replied feebly. Jiang Jianguo suddenly turned the chair on his son and fixed his eyes on him. “Jingcheng, what happened to you recently?” He said in another tone.

Jiang Jingcheng’s heart beat hard, but when he saw the concerned look in his father’s eyes, he felt warm. He was bothered too much by what had happened these days. He got nowhere to vent it.

These warm words made him a little bit uncomfortable. At this moment, a lump came into his throat and tears welled up in his eyes. He stood still for several seconds.

Jiang Jianguo came to his son and put one hand on his shoulder. They sat on the sofa and Jiang Jingcheng finally came to himself. He said abruptly, “Dad, you come back?”

“Yes. I want to talk with you today. We have not talked to each other like this for a long time. It’s my fault because I am too busy. Although you have grown up, I have to tell you something which can help you overcome some difficulties.”

The moment when Jiang Jingcheng looked up, he just saw the gracious face of his father, feeling perplexed and warm. Looking at his father’s thick brows, deep eyes and straight nose, he could feel his father’s warm chest at such a short distance. At the moment, he enjoyed his father’s care and love.

At the same time, a strong sense of guilt arose spontaneously from Jiang Jianguo’s heart. At such a short distance, looking at his son’s young face and blue eyes, he could feel a sense of strangeness between them.

It turned out that he had been neglecting the most important thing for so long.

When Jiang Jianguo was young, someone asked him, “Which is more important, work or life?”

He replied firmly, “Absolutely work is more important. Life is not that boring because of work. Work enriches my life and makes me feel a sense of fulfillment.”

At that time, Jiang Jianguo asked the same question to many people. However, it seemed that they had negotiated it in advance. They all thought that life was more important in their lives.

He thought this kind of thought was naïve at that time, and he thought those people just considered it as an excuse to waste their lives.

However now, he came to realize that he had wasted the half of his life and turned himself to be a joke in others’ eyes. The purpose of work was for life, family, and a sense of responsibility of family.

In the future, he would prioritized family and put his son to the first. After all, Jiang Jingcheng meant everything to him.

The two men looked at each other, enjoying the strange and familiar affection between them at such a short distance.

Jiang Jingcheng hesitated for a moment, lowered his head, twiddled his thumbs and finally stammered, “Dad, why would you have time to care about my personal life today?”

“You’re my son. Who will care about you if I don’t?”


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