Jiang Rongjing blinked his eyes quickly several times, showing that his inner emotions were fluctuating.
Jiang Zhihao continued: "Actually, when you got married for the second time, I really hated you and thought about severing the father-son relationship with you."
"Then why did you bring me here? Just stop it, no one cares!" Jiang Rongjing was like a powder keg, ready to explode at a moment's notice.
Zhong Jiawei stood at the door of the kitchen, hesitated for a moment, and did not come over.
This is a heart-to-heart moment between father and son, and it is not suitable for others to get too involved.
Jiang Zhihao did not get angry because of this, and his expression remained calm: "That was my thinking when I was young, and it does not represent what I think now. You have to understand that I was not mature enough at that time. In my mind, your wife can only be my mother. Now mom is gone
After so many years, I have thought about many things. Besides, you should understand by now that that woman is not the most suitable for you."
"You!" Jiang Rongjing was trembling all over and wanted to say something to refute, but he had nothing to say.
Jia Dongxiang took the initiative to file for divorce after his operation and showed no nostalgia for her family. When she came out of the Civil Affairs Bureau, Jiang Rongjing saw full of joy on her face.
That kind of joy is definitely not pretended, but comes from the heart.
At that moment, he did feel sad.
It is a shame for any man that his wife, who has been sleeping with him for ten years, is so happy to divorce him.
Therefore, he had no confidence to refute Jiang Zhihao's words.
Jiang Zhihao did not continue to provoke him on this matter. Some things should be settled.
"Yucheng is my brother. I hope he can get a better education and life. You are the father of both of us. I can't be with him often, so naturally you have to take care of him as a guardian. But I hope you are taking care of him.
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There was no threat or deliberate sensationalism in Jiang Zhihao's words.
In the ordinary way, he talked about some truths, which were pleasant to the ears.
Jiang Rongjing thought for a long time, but couldn't think of a reason to get angry, so he gradually fell silent.
Knowing that he might not be able to show his shame for a while, Jiang Zhihao said: "I'm going to see how Yucheng's homework is going."
He got up and left. When he reached the bedroom, he heard Jiang Yucheng's loud reading.
It can be seen that he likes the stories on the trees very much, which is very similar to himself.
When Jiang Zhihao got a new textbook as a child, the first thing he did was to read through the Chinese textbook to see if there were any good stories.
In his eyes, Chinese textbooks are almost equivalent to story books, including history books.
When his mother was still here, she smiled and said that he might be a writer in the future.
It is a pity that Jiang Zhihao failed to become a writer, and his mother did not get her wish.
Entering the bedroom and seeing Jiang Zhihao coming, Jiang Yucheng put down his textbook and said happily: "Brother, look at this story, it's very interesting!"
Jiang Zhihao smiled and said: "There are so many interesting stories that you can never finish them in a lifetime. Are you still getting used to the new school? How are you getting along with your classmates?"