Rebirth of the Best Businesswoman at School

1421 Sister!

Jian Changsheng looked at his son’s back and wanted to say something, but he said nothing.

It was not until Jian Yichen went upstairs that Jian Changsheng hugged his head in pain. He felt indescribably uncomfortable.

He did not know why he had suddenly come to this point. He nodded for some reason. From now on, this thorn would forever stab his son’s heart.

Did he regret it?

Jian Changsheng asked himself.

He regretted it, but he did not regret it. An ambiguous feeling tore at him. In the end, he would transfer this weight that belonged to him to others.

And that person was his son.

An innocent person who should not have endured all of this.

After a long time, Jian Changsheng clenched his fists in frustration. What was he doing?

He had a happy family, a wife who loved him deeply, a daughter who admired him, and a sensible son. The happiness in front of him was real, but he slowly destroyed all of it for the unattainable kinship that kept him a thousand miles away.

Was this worth it?

Was all of this worth it for the obsession in his heart?

In the room, Jian Yichen lay on the bed expressionlessly. No emotions could be seen on his face.

After a while, he picked up his phone and sent a message to Jian Ai.

“What are you doing?”

A few seconds later, Jian Ai replied, “I’m eating with a friend. Why? What’s the matter?”

Staring at the phone screen, Jian Yichen’s gaze landed on the name column, Jian Ai. The word ‘Jian’ seemed to magnify infinitely and kept shouting at him.

Jian Yichen slowly closed his eyes and threw the phone aside.

Two minutes later, the phone rang. It was Jian Ai.

Jian Yichen sat up and took two deep breaths before answering.

Jian Ai stood on the balcony of Bai Zhou’s apartment and enjoyed the cold March wind in the capital. When the call went through, she quickly said, “Yichen?”

Jian Yichen didn’t respond immediately until Jian Ai called out again. Then, he whispered, “It’s me.”

“What’s wrong?” Jian Ai felt that something was wrong with Jian Yichen and couldn’t help but worry. “What happened?”

“I’m fine,” Jian Yichen said calmly. Then, he paused and said, “You play. I’m hanging up!”

“Yichen!”

Jian Ai quickly said. Jian Yichen stopped in his tracks. He held the phone and was not in a hurry to hang up, but he said nothing.

Jian Ai licked her lips and her expression became serious.

She had never seen Jian Yichen like this. Although they were on the phone, she could feel his uneasiness and helplessness.

However, the two of them were too far apart now, so they could only rely on the phone in their hands.

“If you encounter anything you can’t resolve, you can tell me,” Jian Ai said slowly. “If you’re sad and want to find someone to talk to and vent to, I’m willing to accompany you anytime. As long as you’re willing to tell me, I’m willing to listen.”

“I don’t know what problem you’re facing now, but even if I’m not in Baiyun City and can’t go to your side, I’m still willing to face it with you.”

“If you want to say it or think you can’t handle it alone, look for me anytime. My phone is switched on twenty-four hours a day.”

“Don’t make things too difficult for yourself.”

These were the most sincere words Jian Ai could say to Jian Yichen now. She also knew that Jian Yichen had heard them.

It was good that he heard her.

Without waiting for him to respond, Jian Ai was about to hang up when a voice suddenly came from the other end of the phone. “Sister!”

The March evening wind in the capital was not as bone-chilling as in winter, but it was still cold. Thousands of neon lights were like blurry stars, and only the halo was not bright enough. A night flight that had just taken off above her head flew past with a low roar.

At this moment, Jian Ai had the illusion that her soul had been sucked away. She couldn’t feel the coldness, see the light, or hear anything.

Suddenly, as if something had grabbed her, Jian Ai regained her senses in a panic.

Only then did she realize it was Bai Zhou.

“What’s wrong?” Bai Zhou’s worried handsome face magnified in front of her.

Jian Ai exhaled hard and felt her face turn wet and cold. She raised her hand and wiped it. It was tears.

Did she cry?

The call in her hand had already ended.

“Are you okay? What happened?” Bai Zhou had never seen Jian Ai cry, so he was immediately nervous.

Jian Ai was still in a daze, but she shook her head. “I’m fine.”

As soon as she finished speaking, Jian Ai couldn’t help but look up at the endless night sky.

Jian Changsheng, what did you do?!

The next day, there were no classes in the morning. Coupled with the fact that Jian Yichen suddenly called her ‘Sister’ last night, she only fell asleep in the latter half of the night. Jian Ai stayed in bed fiercely.

“Aren’t you getting up?”

Yang Xiaoman’s voice came from outside the sleeping curtain. Jian Ai opened a crack in a daze and saw Yang Xiaoman leaning against the edge of the bed and looking at her with a smile.

“You don’t have class either,” Jian Ai said in a dispirited tone.

Yang Xiaoman nodded and said, “Get up. Follow me to Yang Ji for a roast duck at noon.”

“Ah?” Jian Ai narrowed her eyes and sighed. “Sister, why are we eating roast duck at noon? Besides, didn’t you say that you would bring Jiaojiao and Daiyu along?”

“Oh, my father knows you’re in the same dormitory as me. He keeps asking me to take you there. He’s been urging me a few times.” Yang Xiaoman pouted and acted spoiled. “Besides, don’t you have something on both days this week? We can’t wait until next week, right? My father can rush me to death!”

Jian Ai sighed. She probably wouldn’t have a chance next week as she promised Lin Yi to get together with Qinghuan and the rest.

Forget it. She had slept for over six hours, anyway.

“Alright, I’ll get up.” Jian Ai nodded and put Yichen’s matter aside for the time being.

Yang Ji Roast Duck, the main shop in Huagang District.

“It’s that big?”

Looking at the Yang Ji Roast Duck Restaurant in front of her, Jian Ai was so shocked that her eyes almost popped out.

Seeing this, Yang Xiaoman couldn’t help but purse her lips and smile. She explained, “My father saved up a lot of money from selling roast duck before. When he opened this shop back then, he took out all his savings and even borrowed money from the bank to buy a shop in this location and of this size!”

“It looks tall, but there are only three floors inside,” Yang Xiaoman said. She pulled Jian Ai’s hand and urged, “Let’s go. I’ll take you in to look.”

The shop was spacious and clean. The layout was clear, and the renovation style was very pure Chinese.

There were seventy-two tables and sixteen private rooms on the three floors. It was considered a huge scale for a roast duck restaurant in the capital.

It was only eleven in the morning, but there was already an endless stream of customers. The first floor was almost full.

“Let’s eat first. It’s busier at noon. My father will come over after he’s done,” Yang Xiaoman said.