Chapter 247: 178 Jiang Yanting, we once had a child (3 updates)_3
"Is this important?" Shen Zhixian shrugged his shoulders, pretending to be relaxed.
"Xianxian..."
"Iâm going upstairs first, if Iâm any later, my porridge will burn, and from now on..." she laughed, "letâs not contact each other anymore."
The last few words, when she said them, even her voice was trembling.
Jiang Yanting watched her brush past him and slowly walk upstairs, and it was probably when she reached the second floor that suddenly, her crying, full of breakdown, came down...
She had been forcibly holding back, but now she could no longer keep up the pretense.
With her lips tightly clenched, her sobs still spilled incessantly from the corners of her mouth. As Jiang Yanting stepped up the stairs, her movements became even faster. She sprinted upstairs and quickly opened the door.
"Bangâ" The door was slammed shut again, as if dividing them into two separate worlds.
Jiang Yanting stared at the closed door for a long time before he said in a low voice, "Donât go out today. Iâll come back later."
Shen Zhixian leaned against the door, utterly brokenâ
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Jiang Yanting didnât drive away immediately but went to a nearby supermarket, bought a pack of cigarettes, and smoked most of it until his throat ached from the irritation.
His fingers clutched the cigarette butt tightly, the veins on the back of his hand bulging, the end of the cigarette crushed out of shape.
Who on earth had deceived her in those days!
He had done a paternity test with Jiangjiang, naturally convinced that this was his son, but in Shen Zhixianâs story, he had long ceased to exist; where exactly had things gone wrong?
He wanted to tell her that the child was alive, but her state of collapse was such that it seemed she couldnât hear a word. Saying it outright could have made her think he was deceiving her, worsening her distress.
The situation was a mess; the truths she held in her heart â without seeing the child, she would never believe!
Suddenly, his phone vibrated, from Jiangjiang...
"Hello, Dad, why havenât you come yet?" Jiangjiangâs voice was very low, as the competition was about to start. He had excused himself to go to the bathroom to make a discreet call since he wasnât due to compete, and the coach wasnât keeping a close eye on him.
At the moment, he was sitting on the toilet, swinging his legs.
"Iâll be there soon." Jiang Yanting discarded the cigarette and crushed it underfoot.
His eyes darkened with a cold glint, despite his efforts to control himself, though his voice was hoarse, clearly indicating he was upset.
"Dad, did you find out I got into a fight? Uncle has already scolded me, and Iâve admitted my mistake. Youâre not angry anymore, right?" Jiangjiang, thinking his dadâs upset mood was related to himself, and knowing the fight couldnât be kept secret, wasnât trying to hide it anyway.
"Itâs not that, after the match, Iâll take you to see your mom..." The words reached his lips but were swallowed back, "take you to see an auntie, okay?"
"An auntie?" Jiangjiang fidgeted with his clothes, "What auntie?"
"Youâll know when you see her."
"Dad..." Jiangjiang wanted to say more, but after hemming and hawing, he didnât manage to utter a single word.
"Whatâs wrong?"
"Nothing. Iâm just worried the auntie wonât like me."
"That wonât happen. Iâll be there soon. Play well in the competition."
Jiangjiang hung up the phone, stood still for a long time, contemplating. All his friendsâ parents had arrived, and his father still had not, which made him feel rather downhearted.
He wasnât behaving well by fighting, and now his dad was bringing home an auntie. Perhaps they would even have their own children in the future; he guessed they would care about him even less...
The more he thought about it, the more aggrieved he felt. He didnât want to meet any auntie at all!
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In the parentsâ seating, Tang Wan looked at her wristwatch, "Jinsang, whatâs taking Jiangjiang so long? Even if he went to the bathroom, he should be back by now."
Jiang Jinsang had already checked his watch several times, and indeed, his son had been gone for too long.
"You wait here, Iâll go check in the back." The spectator area and the competitorsâ waiting area were completely different; Jiang Jinsang took a roundabout path to reach the backstage.
At this point, the competition had already started, and nearly all the children were present, except for Jiangjiang.
Jiang Jinsang first checked the bathroom, which was empty, but his sonâs child phone was left on the washbasin.
"Master, this..." Jiang Cuo picked up the phone and specifically turned it on to check, "It belongs to the young master."
Jiang Jinsangâs breath caught, a bad feeling creeping in.