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Chapter 365: 239 Fifth Master vs Jiang Chengsi, Teaming Up to Scheme Against Their Own Father (2 updates)

A deathly silence...

Tang Wan could clearly see the veins on Jiang Zhaolin’s hand twitching as he clenched his fists tightly; he was biting his cheek, and every word seemed to be squeezed through his teeth, "Jiang Chengsi..."

"Jiangjiang, go upstairs to play. The adults need to talk, children shouldn’t listen." Jiang Chengsi patted Jiangjiang’s little behind.

Jiangjiang wasn’t foolish, with the atmosphere so tense, he didn’t dare to stay any longer, grabbing his model toys, he ran upstairs.

Fan Mingyu immediately motioned to the nanny to go upstairs and watch the child.

Only after hearing the sound of a door closing upstairs...

did Jiang Chengsi reach for an orange, leaning back on the sofa with an air of arrogance. His posture and the smirk on his lips, seen in Jiang Zhaolin’s eyes, were nothing short of a provocation.

"Come on, what are you arguing with a child for?" Fan Mingyu coughed twice, trying to mediate, "Chengsi, what are you saying? Apologize to your father right away."

"Apologize? You must be unaware of what he has done," Jiang Chengsi said while peeling an orange and popping pieces into his mouth.

The epitome of arrogance!

"Jiang Chengsi, get out!" Jiang Zhaolin bellowed angrily, pointing at him, "It’s bad enough at home, but you’re the same even over here, just look at him!"

"Sitting like that, standing like that, what kind of demeanor is that!"

"All day long, doing nothing productive, just determined to go against me, get out of my sight right now..."

Jiang Chengsi just laughed, "I really don’t have any manner of decency, but as the saying goes, ’to spare the rod is to spoil the child.’ If I turned out this way, don’t you share the blame?"

"If the beam is crooked, do you still expect me to grow up straight?"

...

Tang Wan had heard about their disputes, but she had never expected Jiang Chengsi to speak to his own father like this; it was a wonder Jiang Zhaolin didn’t die of anger, he must have a strong heart.

"Zhaolin, let it go!" Jiang Zhenhuan interjected, "Chengsi, you say a little less too. Today, Wanwan came over because we wanted the family to gather and have a meal together. For my sake, can’t the two of you just sit together and have a peaceful meal?"

"It’s not like I’m deliberately causing trouble, but just listen to the nonsense he’s saying..."

Jiang Zhaolin had come prepared today, but he hadn’t expected Jiang Chengsi to return; since their quarrel that morning, Jiang Chengsi had left home and didn’t come back to stay the night.

The two had always avoided each other like the plague; as long as he was here, Jiang Chengsi would surely stay away, so his appearance was a surprise to Jiang Zhaolin.

He was not a man prone to impulse and anger, but Jiang Chengsi knew him all too well and knew exactly how to hit his sore spots.

On the mark every time!

"Chengsi, you’re the son here; for my sake, dial it back, will you? Can’t you stop talking back to your father?" Jiang Zhenhuan frowned.

"It’s not that I don’t respect you, but I genuinely can’t stand it anymore. It’s been so long since our eldest brother left us, can’t you let him rest in peace? Every time you bring him up to discuss matters, what exactly do sons mean to you in your heart?"

Jiang Chengsi’s sudden outburst took Tang Wan by surprise.

Their encounters were few and far between; although Jiang Chengsi’s behavior was certainly conspicuous and he was considered an oddity, such an explosive temper was unprecedented...

"All you’re worried about is being held accountable by grandma after coming over, so you bring up our eldest brother as a shield right from the start. What, is he a ’get out of jail free’ card to you?"

"His death... is that something for you to use like this?" noveldrama

"Everyone else refrains from mentioning it because we loved him. What about you? Did you love him?"

"Scoundrel—" Jiang Zhaolin, unable to contain his anger, leapt up and lunged at Jiang Chengsi, grabbing his collar and violently pulling him up from the sofa...

His fingers clenched into fists, twisting tightly as if he longed to punch that infuriating face.

Almost everyone stood up.

Only the old lady remained seated on the sofa, speechless in the face of such a tense and hostile situation.

"Go on, hit me if you dare?" Jiang Chengsi was utterly fearless.

"Damn it, I’m your father, can’t I hit you?"

Harboring long-standing grievances, Jiang Zhaolin was also bubbling with fury, looking at his son’s brazen and unbridled demeanor, his blood boiling to the point that he wished this son had never been born.

"If you hit me once, I’ll call the police immediately, and you know, I’ve never cared about saving face. I don’t mind making a scene, but what about Mr. Jiang..." Jiang Chengsi forcefully grabbed his father’s hand.

Firmly!

Peeling off one finger at a time, "I might not care for face, but do you?"

Father and son clashing, physically involved; the police could only mediate it as a civil dispute, but if news got out, it would become a scandal!

Jiang Zhaolin trembled with rage, yet he had no choice but to let his son pry his hand open bit by bit.